Man with Book

Raymond Walker

Writer. Author. Thinker. Storyteller.

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A Bit About Me

Welcome to the world of my creation.

Raymond Walker Is the award winning author of eighteen novels, many compendiums of short stories and two books of poetry (though he hates to admit to them).
He is a guitar player, songwriter, father (of two cool kids), an occasional philosopher, political thinker, aesthete and wanderer through the ethereal and unusual. 
An all round good guy (or so he tells me), perhaps he forgets that I have read his books.

Raymond was born in 1962 and raised in Argyll, Scotland, before moving to Edinburgh to attend University.
His love of the countryside, forests, mountains and the relics of his native land are reflected deeply in his writing. His tales echo the dark past and history, the unknown places and wonders of Scotland at the point where reality dips into fantasy until nothing is quite as it seems.
Married for the second time He lives in Prestwick, Ayrshire with his beautiful wife, his inflated ego and his man shed.
Not one to be pigeon-holed his books range from Romances and Ghost stories to Historical fiction and fantasy. The winner of several writing competitions, his books have received critical acclaim worldwide. His commemorative novel "Nut Brown Eyes" was released a few years ago now marking his twentieth anniversary as a published author and his recent novel "He, Who is Lost" was released only two years ago. 
Raymond is working on two new Books. "The Dark Kind" the antithesis of "He who is lost" and the second book in the "And the Sea shall give up it's Dead" trilogy, which will be called "The Lost and Lonely War"

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He, who Is Lost

Maeve finds herself falling in love with the handsome, if disheveled writer, Rob, who eats regularly in the pub where she works, he discusses history, patriotism and politics with the other locals and always ends up arguing.

Invited out to his home, an old cottage in the middle of Kilmartin Glen, an area peppered with standing stones, crypts, burial mounds and beset with mist and rain. Maeve finds Rob charming, different to all the men she has known before. He believes in Faerie Tales, magic and has lied to her more than once, but he is captivating and everything that she would wish for if you ignore his oddities. The rain keeps falling, winter comes closer, the mist draws near and Maeve has to stay in the light or will be lost forever.

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"Whilst I love the light, the sun and a blue sea, I see the beauty in a roiling thundrous sky, the grey darkness of the Atlantic and the impending doom of winter. All bring thier comforts to me".

Raymond Walker

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