C. Bilici

Author of horror, dark urban fantasy and other awesomeness

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Okay. Things. And stuff. And AAARGH.

So Ward was scheduled to be released on Valentines day because…why the hell not? What ELSE would you do on that day but read a book?!

But, as with all plans, shit happens!

The eBook version was put on pre-order without a hitch and files prepared with some last minute few things to fix. Pssht! It was a dawdle!

So then I got down to preparing the paperback version, which was less of a dawdle as I had to contend with Scrivener 3’s new settings and the cover and stuff, but still got it done! Woo!

So then I uploaded it after making a few type fixes and what not and was starting to plan my marketing campaign! YEAH.

What is this? An email from the house of Bezos? Congratulating me no doubt on getting my shit together and…



“Oh yeah, sorry, that bit you thought meant that or does not work on KDP print. You can leave it if you like or just adjust the pre-order to release the ebook now.”


So yeah. Ward is released. You can buy it in paperback and stuff. Ebook will actually be out on the 7th.

Mumble grumble stumble…


Ward – Advanced Review Copy

EDIT: The ARC has now been taken down as of the 4th of February for the launch of the novel.

So… it’s been a while. How’s things with you? Me? Been better but you don’t want to hear about that!

Things have been humming along and changes have been taking place. Ward is now at — dare I say it — version 2.0! And the second book in the series, Hunter, is finished and ready for beta readers. If you’re feeling the need, come join my closed FaceBook group and we’ll discuss terms of surrender how you can assist in the awesomeness!

The second edition of Ward is due out on Amazon February 14 2018. Yes! Valentines day! So spread the love!

You can download an Advanced Review Copy at this link now! And when the time comes, please jump all over Amazon and leave a review.

Pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top!

When shapeshifters invade, Earth’s fate lies in the hands of a misfit…

Stacey Trampler lives life on the edge. While she’s a preschool teacher by day, she spends her nights rocking out with her thrash metal band and kicking butt on the roller derby circuit. But her wild life gets a lot more complicated when her lovers go missing and a shapeshifting stranger shows up in her apartment…

Barely escaping death with the help of Fenton, a tattooed magic wielder, she vows to find her boyfriend and girlfriend. Despite impossible odds, Stacey trains in the art of magic to fight back against the shapeshifters. Earth’s only hope of survival may be a heroine who’s built her life around breaking all the rules…

Ward is the first action-packed book in a series of dark urban fantasy novels. If you like alien invasions, eccentric characters, and gritty backdrops, then you’ll love C. Bilici’s cinematic tale.

Download Ward to join the no-holds-barred battle for Earth today!

Writer’s Tears

We all suffer from it. We dread it but it is also our constant companion, like that old T-shirt you’ve had since 1993 and has as much of your skin cells in it as your body. Writer’s tears.

We fight with it, say we hate it, but if you don’t suffer the dark, how will you know the light?

Stephen King says his writing is the equivalent of junk food. I myself am partial to a burger, fries and cola, part of the reason why I have been overweight for some years, but that’s another issue for another post.

I recently self-published my first novel, and it is definitely not going to win any chef’s hats. I know that and am perfectly comfortable with it. Now.

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Ramblings of a Madman

So there I was, drying my daughters hair after bathing her and thinking about aliens — as you do.

And it struck me!

No, she didn’t steal the dryer from me ninja style and swing it into my head like a flail. I had an epiphany.

No… not the guitar. Having one of those would cause all kinds of a different kind of havoc, namely to your junk. *BOOM TISH* Thank you, thank you. I’m here all week folks. Tip your waiters.


No! We’re not here to talk CBT… this time.

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Back to the aliens. THEY ARE ALREADY HERE!

Hear me out. I’m not talking talking about extra terrestrials or molemen or reptilians, or Mexicans/Syrians/etc, nor the giant Oompa-Loompa who ate five other Oompa-Loompa’s, absorbing them like Cell from Dragon Ball Z to increase his power to over 9,000.

No, none of those. But they are here. All around us everyday. And people are shit-their-pants scared.


This is the only thing I can think of to explain the state of the world we’re in at present. Alien ideas are invading the Earth and people are losing their ever-fucking-loving minds!

And what, ladies and gents, happens when the aliens invade the Earth?


Wait, no, that was The Fly remake.

People start shooting and things go boom.

Pretty sure things are going boom right now, and I’m not talking about terrorism or anything like that. And we seem to be in the unfortunate type of invasion movie where people don’t start working together until the shit has well and truly hit, clogged, and baked on the overheating fan, then caught fire when it spontaneously combusts.

All I hope is that we get it together before we change genres altogether and end up in The Walking Dead. Coz, mate, stuff and thangs ain’t going to cut the mustard.

Anyway, I’m done. That’s it. Shoo, go away. What? You want Jeff Goldblum? Fine, here.

Ward – Stacey Trampler Series: Book One

It’s finally finished, folks. My novel, Ward — formerly Ward of the South — book one in the Stacey Trampler series, is done!

It’s taken me just over three years to get here. Not because it’s a doorstop of a novel, not because it took me a long time to write, not even because I’m a lazy bastard. No, it was because — and get this — I was not happy with the way it was and not happy with my skill level, or lack thereof.

I taught myself as I went, writing and re-writing, both the novel, other novels and short stories. That’s not as impressive as it sounds. English is my first language and I am not without education. OK, I don’t have a university degree or anything, but I finished high school (barely). I have even undertaken some further education, having tried to go to university three times and not finished for various reasons or another, mostly being money and having family commitments and being a “mature age” student.

So, no, not like I taught myself to read and write. Unless you ask my mum, then I’m a fuckin’ genius, but that’s a whoooole other story.

No, basically what I did was the equivalent of going to <INSERT BIG BRAND HARDWARE CHAIN NAME HERE> bought a few tools and watched a shit-tonne of YouTube on how to build a… THING.

Over time, I built some other THINGS and refined my skillset. Then, rinse and repeat. And every time I added a new tool to my Bat-Writer-Belt, I went back and reworked my original THING. Sure, in real life this would cause no end of issues and/or deaths. Or at the least serious injury and litigation.

All I can say is, it’s a good thing you don’t need to take out public liability cover on books!

Or do you?

How should I know, I’m not a lawyer.

Anyway, six drafts later, here we are. Finally, finally, FINAL-FUCKING-LY!

It was a blast, it was hell, it was bliss, and it was peeled ginger in my anus… Yeah, that last one, too. But the work doesn’t stop there. After three years I feel I am at a level where I can confidently continue to do this to an acceptable level. Acceptable to everyone? Hells no.

But fuck everyone.

Nothing can be for everyone. Not even the food of the gods, peanut butter, is for everyone, as unimaginable as that is. I can hold my head high and walk naked into the world with my junk and gut swinging freely and proclaim:

This is my THING! I made it. Behold it and weep, mortals!

That’s a powerful feeling. Warts and all, I am baring it to all that can see without shame.

The book, not my junk. I still have to get THAT looked at.

Because it’s not just about this one novel. It’s not just about Ward. It’s not even just about the four to follow Ward in the series.

It’s about all the others. It’s about finishing my draft steampunk novel, my 3/4 finished paranormal thriller, my YA dark-ish fantasy, my mystery novel. Hell, my fucking dinosaur zombies on the fucking Love Boat horror-erotica novel if I so fucking wish. Because right this fucking moment…





At least until the next road bump/block/kill sets the festering boils of doubt and imposterism a poppin’.



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