"Grandpa Kirk died yesterday, at the blessed age of Seventy eight." Said Ansel as he spoke into the microphone mounted to the dark wood podium scratched and banged up from years of neglect, rain dripped through the church's ceiling the air was dank, dirty, and moist. Morning light beamed through  the huge stained glass window behind him, some of it shattered and discolored. "We were able to give Kirk a joyous extra eight years, before he died a peaceful and natural passing, in a way we saved him from the ruthless fate he would've faced at the hands of the Nazi Regime, that he would've faced eight years before his death.

Ansel wiped tears from his eyes, as he stepped down from the literal soap box, and walked towards the brown coffin, walking past puddles on the darkened red carpet. He held a bouquet of roses and rested it on top of the coffin, he then pushed down on the coffin, it sank down into the floor and fell into a chamber of countless other coffins, the ones Ansel saved.

Avalon is a historical-fiction high fantasy (and alternate universe) book about the Seleucid Empire forging an alliance with the Carthaginian Empire to reform the Persian Empire and conquer Rome and Albion. Where did I get the idea from? Well I was watching an episode of Game of Thrones (turn away now if you're terrified of spoilers), specifically 'The Door', the scene with the play.

This gave me the idea to write a history play, and that play slowly morphed into this story.

His name might have been Raymond, it might have been Gerald. Raymond or Gerald is a schizophrenic teenage boy living in Lake Macquarie, Australia in a world where Hitler won WWII. His violent tendencies have never attracted the attention of Nazi soldiers, but instead the remnants of Australia's government, and for once Raymond or Gerald will be faced with the choice of continuing his rampant crime sprees, or doing a job for the remnant government that could liberate Australia from the Nazis.