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R. B. Watkinson

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R B Watkinson was born in The Netherlands and now lives in Devon. She has also lived in Africa and the Middle East – the latter is where her eldest of three was born. She has also visited the Far East and much of Europe and Scandinavia. She has worked in both Paris and Copenhagen.
R B Watkinson was raised on mythologies, legends, and tales from all over the world as her father was a collector and translator of ancestral legends, fairy stories, and creation myths, which explains why she loves fantasy. Her tastes are eclectic, however, as she also loves science fiction, horror, historical fiction, mysteries, thrillers, crime, and many other genres of writing. She is one greedy reader.
In the past, R B Watkinson has worked as an editorial secretary, in special educational needs teaching, and in publishing. She now runs a small-holding, is Co-chair of a local amateur dramatic company, sings folk music with a local group, and works on the occasional film as an extra.
With her children grown, writing is now her main occupation
R B Watkinson has written (and illustrated) a children’s book, a play for a charity (which was performed), screenplays, numerous poems, and short stories. One of her reviews was published in the BFS Journal, and all her reviews are on her blog.
After completing the Diploma in Creative Writing at Oxford University in 2011, she began writing the Wefan Weaves Trilogy, and was signed for a three-book deal by Claret Press in 2015. Book one, The Cracked Amulet, was published in January 2016, and was long-listed for the David Gemmell Morningstar Award. A New York publisher, Essential Audio Books, brought out the audio version in February 2017.
Book two, The Fractured Portal, should be out in September of this year – always supposing luck acts like a lady.
R B Watkinson feels extremely lucky to be an author and to do what she loves in the comfort of her own home – or any cafe with good coffee, preferably above a book shop. A love that doesn’t die even when she must write into the small, quiet hours of the night, or is driven from bed before the sun rises by her drill-sergeant muse. For her, to create with words the worlds she has dreamed of is intoxicating.