Welcome to the cliff!

Greetings! I am a multi-award-winning fantasy writer living in Spain, and I’m happy you’ve come over! Please, take a look around and read a few chapters of my latest project, Celts and the Mad Goddess. Oh, and don’t forget to check out my two standalone novels, Deception of the Damned and The Priest of Orpagus.

Thanks for stopping by!

Now available on Amazon…

As two sisters compete for a warrior’s heart, a cunning rat goddess strives to turn their conflict into a world-scale disaster.

“P.C. Darkcliff is a masterful storyteller. You don’t want to miss this.” Amazon customer.

Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter four

As shadows grew and thickened in the town, Garux, Arvasia, and Seneusia set off to look for Rawena. On their way toward the gate, Garux realized they had never told Seneusia the news. Now it would have to wait until they found his future sister-in-law.

Garux wished he could ask the druidess where to look for Rawena. The druidess lived beyond the pastures, though, and only her acolyte could visit her. In any case, the druidess would have come to tell them if she’d had any more visions of Rawena.

Vitis was already closing the gate for the night.

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Interview with Author of the Year (yes, it’s me :-) )

Published at Spillwords on Feb. 16, 2021.

  1. What was an early experience where you learned that language and writing had power?

I remember that, as a kid, I hollered with laughter over funny stories, while I mourned the heroes of tragedies. That’s when I discovered the incredible power of the written word—and started writing.

  1. Does writing energize or exhaust you?

Writing has long been my only addiction and part of my daily routine. Sometimes it’s hard, but I wouldn’t say it exhausts me.

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Celts and the Mad Goddess, chapter three

Garux dashed after Arvasia up a deer trail. He spotted her as she emerged onto the path to their town.

“Arvasia, wait!”

She stopped but didn’t turn to face him.

“What’s the matter, my love?” he asked as he embraced her from behind and kissed the top of her head.

The sun lit her hair like black gold. Arvasia had weaved wildflowers into her locks, and she was as beautiful as the most precious of them. She turned toward him, but she didn’t say a word.

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