Wirral Fantasy, Horror & Science-Fiction Event

Parallel Dimensions returns for its second year to bring together some of the UK's strongest emerging writers of the Fantasy, Horror and Science-Fiction genres.

Colin P Davies, Adele Cosgrove-Bray, Carol Falaki and Adrienne Odasso will share new fiction with their audience. Last year's lively Q&A session, which followed the readings, proved very popular.

Colin has seen over forty of his short stories published in anthologies and magazines. He is the author of The Bookmole, a novel whose sequel is due out soon. His illustrations have also appeared in international genre magazines.

Adele Cosgrove-Bray's short stories appear in various anthologies published by Hadley Rille Books and Dark Moon Press. Her non-fiction writings have been featured in Prediction Magazine and Your Future. She is currently writing her forth in a series of Dark Fantasy novels set in Wirral and Liverpool.

Carol Falaki's first novel, Birth in Suburbia draws on her professional experience as a midwife. She has also enjoyed publishing success with her poetry.

Almost fifty of Adrienne Odasso's poems have been published in a wide variety of magazines, chapbooks and anthologies. Her six published short stories have also aded to her growing reputation as a talented writer.

This event is part of the third annual Wirral Bookfest. Tickets are already on sale from all Wirral Libraries. Entry costs just £3 and includes refreshments.

Parallel Dimensions takes place on Saturday, October 16th, 2010 at West Kirby Library, Wirral. Doors open at 2pm. Be early to ensure a seat, as last year's event was very well attended.

More About the Authors...

Colin P Davies: http://www.colinpdavies.com/

Adele Cosgrove-Bray: http://www.adelecosgrove-bray.com/

Carol Falaki: http://www.writewords.org.uk/carol_falaki/

Adrienne Odasso: http://ajodasso.livejournal.com/

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