Acclaim for Daniel M Warloch
“Daniel must have magic in his fingers and pixie dust floating around his head for when he creates a child’s story, for only a person who believes in magic could create such wonderful stories in such detail that a child would be mesmerized by listening to them at bedtime, and in doing so enter a beautiful and fascinating world of make believe.”
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“A man of many talents telling stories for the young, and in the years to come those children will tell their offspring’s about Holly KissKiss, and her friends and the adventures they had. All Daniel’s books will one day become modern day classics that will stand the test of time.”
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“This author has a unique way of stringing words together, formulating ideas, and relatingscenes to the reader. In any piece of writing, the voice should be consistent and identifiable, which the author has done an excellent job, which sets this author apart from all other writers.
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​Acclaim for Michael Rowland
Five Old GITS and a Motorhome
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What a difference a half-century makes!
It's been 50 years since 'Big Mick' and the gang took their rickety old van across Europe, intending to have fun in the sun in Morocco. Sadly, they failed to reach their exotic African destination, and so they decided that Spain's Lloret de Mar would be where they would spend their remaining vacation time!
This time, determined to reach Morocco, and the Magnificent Seven now reduced to the Famous Five, the 'boys' now somewhat wiser and definitely older, set off once again.
Their mode of transport, Steve's 6 berth motorhome, is a vast improvement on the 'clapped out' van which featured in "Morocco...", and a more fitting form of transportation for "Five Old Gits"!
Spoiler alert!
This time they actually make it into Gibraltar, their previous attempt having been scuppered by a certain General Castro, but...will they make it to Morocco this time?
Another 'ripping yarn' from Michael Rowland, and a jolly fun read.
Father & Son
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This novel is an emotional masterpiece that will stay with you long after the final page. The story of Thomas and Bobby is both heart-wrenching and inspiring—a father’s unwavering love and determination against impossible odds. From the gripping tension of their journey to the breathtaking beauty of the Scottish Highlands, every scene is painted with raw emotion and vivid detail.
What truly sets this book apart is its ability to shine a light on real struggles—parenting, disability, red tape, and the lengths we go to for those we love. The characters feel incredibly real, their resilience and hope pulling you in from the very start.
I laughed, I cried, and I found myself rooting for them every step of the way. This is more than just a story—it’s a testament to the power of love, community, and never giving up. Highly recommend!
9/11: Official Complicity​
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This is an excellent novel, written in order to disseminate a lot of the FACTS re. the actual nature of, and the ACTUAL perpetrators of, the atrocities that were committed on 11th September 2001.
The author has woven many of the facts into an exciting story, in order to 'spread the word' of these very many hidden truths of 9/11, to the countless numbers of people, worldwide, who still are not aware of the ACTUAL nature of what happened on 9/11, and of the ACTUAL perpetrators of those diabolical atrocities.
The author proves, with the evidence he writes of, that 9/11 truly WAS an 'inside job': perpetrated by an evil cabal of top-level people in the now former George W Bush regime.
I've read over 15 non-fiction books on 9/11, books which disseminate the horrific nature of the cover-up of the actual truths behind that dreadful day. The facts in the non-fiction books about that event are included in this novel to inform people of the facts, in a fictional format.
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WHISPERS
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Blackthorn Manor, a sprawling Victorian estate perched on the edge of the village, has long been steeped in whispers and unease. Built in the late 1800s by Lord Arthur Blackthorn, its long, twisting corridors have witnessed people vanish without a trace, harboured sounds that defy explanation, and offered fleeting glimpses of shadowy figures slipping through the dark. According to local legend, an old woman—her name lost to time—cursed the house: “The house will never know peace again. All who live within it shall feel the weight of my vengeance. From this day forward, the walls will remember, and the living will carry the mark of its memory.”
When Mike and June Waldron arrived, leaving their beloved Yorkshire home after Mike’s firm had closed, Blackthorn Manor seemed to stir at their presence. The first nights were heavy with an unnatural silence, broken only by faint whispers drifting from the loft and shadows that slithered along the walls as if alive. Cold air pooled in the corners, and each creak of the floorboards felt deliberate—an acknowledgement, a warning, a watchful breath.
Inside a hidden room, the Manor revealed its darkest secret. An ancient mirror leaned against the far wall; its surface unnervingly still yet somehow alive. Beside it, a porcelain doll with a single, unblinking eye rested on the bed like a silent sentinel, its gaze patient, intent, and disturbingly knowing. In that moment, the house was no longer merely a structure; it had become a presence—watchful, hungry, and quietly, relentlessly alive.
Over the weeks that followed, the Waldrons’ sense of security began to erode. The walls seemed to pulse with intent. In the loft, a scraping sound echoed, as if something were clawing its way toward them—something biding its time. The Manor was alive with memory, and memory, it seemed, could be as dangerous as fire.
By the time they grasped the breadth of the house’s history, only Mike had truly glimpsed its power. And always, the mirror waited. It was no simple reflection—it was a prison, a holding place for those the Manor had claimed and never let go.
Blackthorn Manor hungers for attention, tests the living, and remembers every misstep, every whisper, every fear. To live within its walls is to feel that weight, to understand that some houses never truly let go—and that sometimes, the house chooses whom it will claim.