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In 1997 readers joined Chris Cwej on one of the most legendary adventures in Doctor Who, Lungbarrow by Marc Platt. Now in 2026, Cwej returns to the house of Lungbarrow in a sequel novel by Tomoko M. Banks. "Marc Platt's seminal novel Lungbarrow has captured the imaginations of countless readers, enchanting them for nearly three decades with its vivid setting and tragic players. It has been my greatest honour to help resurrect that manifold tapestry," says Banks. "But Time's Roses are scented with memory; over the last twenty nine years they've blossomed into a vast wilderness. That indescribable magic is returning to the world, and we'll soon find ourselves lost once more in the midst of a childless time." The original Lungbarrow marked Chris Cwej’s final adventure with the Doctor, and set him on the path of solo adventures that led to Cwej: The Series. Lungbarrow by Loomlight sees Chris come full circle, and discover dark secrets at the heart of his Superiors’ history. "This has truly been a dream come true," says Cwej editor Hunter O'Connell. "This story has gone through many drafts to make sure it's the best possible version of the book it can be, and I think we landed on it. An epic adventure awaits Chris Cwej as he goes through times long past, and we get a firsthand glimpse at what his Superiors are really hiding from him. The Totality, dear readers, will never be the same again..." Marc Platt, author of Lungbarrow, gave his full approval for Arcbeatle Press to explore the concepts he created, and even gave Lungbarrow by Loomlight its title. “We’ve treated this project with the utmost care. Lungbarrow is a legend, and like all the best legends, there’s more to the story,” said publisher James Wylder. Lungbarrow by Loomlight will release in paperback and ebook formats on 23 April. Two variant cover editions will be available: Cover A by Ryan Rigby, and Cover B by Fred Gambino. Cover B will be available from release, and Cover A will follow in the coming weeks. Inquiries can be sent to [email protected]
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This April Fools Day is going to look a little different here at Arcbeatle Press. As many of you may be aware, Lungbarrow by Loomlight is on the horizon! So, instead of a anthology of humorous tales from our talented pool of writers, this year we're bringing you three vignettes, of varying hilarity, to tease this highly anticipated release. In our final vignette, we return to the Base of Operations for revelations, and a story to remember... If you didn't read our first two vignettes:, you can find them at the links below: The Fall of Lungbarrow by James Hornby Lungbarrow? Can You Use it in a Sentence by Hunter O'Connell 
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Lungbarrow? Can you Use it in a Sentence?
by Hunter O'Connell
La Kraw el Sol, orbiting about 200 miles above Heaven, Sheol
It was with increasing frequency that Kwol would barge in on their designated partner Larles, during her so-called “Kwol-free” time in their ship’s library. This was why, today, Kwol made up their mind that they would knock before entering.
They forgot to do that, and would, for the hour after being made aware of it, profusely apologize to Larles, who didn’t actually care but pretended to in order that she could hold it as a dagger over Kwol’s head if she needed something.
Larles herself was reading an anthology edited by one Hunter O’Connell, who according to her intensive research did not exist anywhere in the Totality. How odd. “Hello Kwol,” she said, her nose still in the book. “Where did we end up getting this one?”
“Chris is in his room.” Kwol did not seem to register that Larles had asked a non-rhetorical question, which caused her to close her book with a sigh.
“Yes. He lives there. He tends to be in his place of residence. Our nomadic lifestyle of hopping from planet to planet is, I have been told, uncommon.”
“Yes, but he’s talking in his sleep-pod.”
“You talk in your sleep too. I imagine many people do.”
“Yeah, sure, but he’s talking like… he’s having a conversation with someone. I caught some of it. A mirror. A place called Lungbarrow. A canvas.”
“…Lungbarrow? Can you use it in a sentence?”
Kwol leaned their weight on a bookshelf, which Larles took to mean they were unenthused. “Look, I think he’s having a bad dream or something. And the last time he had a bad dream he had to have his memory cut out of his head by that Suala whatsername.”
“So you’re suggesting we watch him while he’s sleeping?”
“No, I’m suggesting we prepare to listen if he wants to get into the grimy details.”
She considered for a beat, then prodded, “Why did you come here just to tell me to listen to Cwej? I listen to him more often and with more intensity than you.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Oh, so this will be a very easy follow-up question. What did he say yesterday? He said it directly to you. I only overheard it, and I can remember exactly what it was.”
Kwol stammered through at least three dozen “um”s before landing on the expected answer. “I dunno.”
Larles exhaled something between a chuckle and a cough. “Right. Anyways, about this book, do you know who edited this?”
Kwol glanced at the cover. “Doesn’t ring a bell, no. But how important can they be? Not like they’re involved with you or me in any way, so why worry?”
It was with increasing frequency that Kwol would barge in on their designated partner Larles, during her so-called “Kwol-free” time in their ship’s library. This was why, today, Kwol made up their mind that they would knock before entering.
They forgot to do that, and would, for the hour after being made aware of it, profusely apologize to Larles, who didn’t actually care but pretended to in order that she could hold it as a dagger over Kwol’s head if she needed something.
Larles herself was reading an anthology edited by one Hunter O’Connell, who according to her intensive research did not exist anywhere in the Totality. How odd. “Hello Kwol,” she said, her nose still in the book. “Where did we end up getting this one?”
“Chris is in his room.” Kwol did not seem to register that Larles had asked a non-rhetorical question, which caused her to close her book with a sigh.
“Yes. He lives there. He tends to be in his place of residence. Our nomadic lifestyle of hopping from planet to planet is, I have been told, uncommon.”
“Yes, but he’s talking in his sleep-pod.”
“You talk in your sleep too. I imagine many people do.”
“Yeah, sure, but he’s talking like… he’s having a conversation with someone. I caught some of it. A mirror. A place called Lungbarrow. A canvas.”
“…Lungbarrow? Can you use it in a sentence?”
Kwol leaned their weight on a bookshelf, which Larles took to mean they were unenthused. “Look, I think he’s having a bad dream or something. And the last time he had a bad dream he had to have his memory cut out of his head by that Suala whatsername.”
“So you’re suggesting we watch him while he’s sleeping?”
“No, I’m suggesting we prepare to listen if he wants to get into the grimy details.”
She considered for a beat, then prodded, “Why did you come here just to tell me to listen to Cwej? I listen to him more often and with more intensity than you.”
“Nuh-uh!”
“Oh, so this will be a very easy follow-up question. What did he say yesterday? He said it directly to you. I only overheard it, and I can remember exactly what it was.”
Kwol stammered through at least three dozen “um”s before landing on the expected answer. “I dunno.”
Larles exhaled something between a chuckle and a cough. “Right. Anyways, about this book, do you know who edited this?”
Kwol glanced at the cover. “Doesn’t ring a bell, no. But how important can they be? Not like they’re involved with you or me in any way, so why worry?”
Coming Soon:
Lungbarrow by Loomlight
All is not well on the world of the Temporal Superiors. Chris Cwej is having someone else's nightmares. Reflections in grimy mirrors whisper dark secrets about a forgotten past. And Chris finds himself drawn into a plot of revenge, rooted in a murderous family conspiracy. At the root of it all, is a terrible place; the Ancient House of Lungbarrow lies waiting in ruins. Something immense is unfurling in those derelict towers. The dead House inextricably stirs from beyond the grave. Many centuries ago Chris Cwej and his forgotten mentor left that lonely House on the point of Domicide. Abandoned, disgraced, resentful; it has planned for this fateful reunion. To rewrite his fate, Chris must track down the hidden figure at the heart of it all, and traverse into Lungbarrow's storied past to kill an ancient other founder, lost in Loomlight.
Copyright © 2026 Arcbeatle Press, All Rights Reserved.
This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance between it and persons living or dead, or events past or present, is purely coincidental. Any resemblance between it and other narratives or stories is purely coincidental, or done firmly within the bounds of parody or satire. Names, characters, locations, and events featured in this publication are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. No portion of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without express written permission of Arcbeatle Press.
A publication of Arcbeatle Press, 2026. Arcbeatle Press is located in beautiful Elkhart Indiana, and is owned and operated by James Wylder.
Chris Cwej and associated concepts © Andy Lane
Lungbarrow © Marc Platt
Edited by James Hornby
Publisher: James Wylder
All rights reserved.
This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance between it and persons living or dead, or events past or present, is purely coincidental. Any resemblance between it and other narratives or stories is purely coincidental, or done firmly within the bounds of parody or satire. Names, characters, locations, and events featured in this publication are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. No portion of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without express written permission of Arcbeatle Press.
A publication of Arcbeatle Press, 2026. Arcbeatle Press is located in beautiful Elkhart Indiana, and is owned and operated by James Wylder.
Chris Cwej and associated concepts © Andy Lane
Lungbarrow © Marc Platt
Edited by James Hornby
Publisher: James Wylder
All rights reserved.
This April Fools Day is going to look a little different here at Arcbeatle Press. As many of you may be aware, Lungbarrow by Loomlight is on the horizon! So, instead of a anthology of humorous tales from our talented pool of writers, this year we're bringing you three vignettes, of varying hilarity, to tease this highly anticipated release.
First up is The Fall of Lungbarrow by James Hornby. Stay tuned for further releases throughout the day.
First up is The Fall of Lungbarrow by James Hornby. Stay tuned for further releases throughout the day.
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The Fall of Lungbarrow
by James Hornby
A violent breeze whipped about the valley. Dionus pulled his long robes tight around him, wishing he’d have dressed a little more sensibly for the trek across the wilderness. As always, his people’s tradition carried more weight across the ages than common sense.
In the far distance, beyond the fields of emerald-petaled flowers, Mount Lung dominated the skyline, its three peaks beckoning him towards it like a taloned hand, despite his best intentions.
He’d always found the place ominous, an omen of darker times to come. Indeed, he recalled his own journey to its Plutarch peak, where the Kingmaker imparted her own cryptic prophecy to him on the night he was granted his timeship. The memory made him shiver, and he swore then he would never return.
And return he would not. He averted his gaze from the triune colossus, reminding himself of his reason for traversing this desolate place, and how long a journey he still had ahead of him.
Though as he tried to alter his path towards the Inland Sea, the mountain found another way of drawing him back.
The wind picked up, even harder now. The blast came so hard that the skin on his cheeks began to ripple. Curiosity got the better of him, and he turned his head back to the jagged blot of white on the horizon.
But it wasn’t all white. Something large and black was sliding down the mountainside, kicking up a trail of grey in its wake. Dionus could only stare in disbelief. The object plummeted at a rate of knots, before it crashed into the base of the mountain, leaving little more than a pile of rubble.
“Lungbarrow…” Dionus whispered, as the wind whipped the word from his lips, and carried back across the valley to the Time City. He felt his heart sink. The fall of a House was no small affair.
Whatever happened there was significant, and on this planet little that happened was significant. He was lucky to have seen it, as the events would no doubt be shrouded in mystery once the authorities arrived. He recalled the same happening to the House of Marnal after its Kirthriarch went missing, its Loomlings absorbed into higher House without a further word spoken.
“Change is definitely on its way,” Dionus said with a sigh.
"You’re just imagining it," said his mother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He nuzzled against it, soaking in her warmth as if for the first time in centuries. All the while, his eyes lay fixed upon Lungbarrow, shattered at the base of the mountain.
“Should we go and help them?” Dionus asked. He knew what his instincts were telling him, but the decision wasn’t his to make.
His mother shook her head. “I’m sure there are far more important players than ourselves involved in what’s happening there. Now come on, Casmus won’t be happy if we don’t return by Sunsbreak tomorrow. You remember what happened last time you disappointed him…”
Dionus winced at the memory, and spared a thought for Lungbarrow’s own Kithriarch, hoping they weren’t caught up in the House’s fall.
Reluctantly, Dionus followed his mother away from the fallen House. As they went, he uttered a silent prayer for Lungbarrow, hoping one day it would get its chance to rise from ruin.
In the far distance, beyond the fields of emerald-petaled flowers, Mount Lung dominated the skyline, its three peaks beckoning him towards it like a taloned hand, despite his best intentions.
He’d always found the place ominous, an omen of darker times to come. Indeed, he recalled his own journey to its Plutarch peak, where the Kingmaker imparted her own cryptic prophecy to him on the night he was granted his timeship. The memory made him shiver, and he swore then he would never return.
And return he would not. He averted his gaze from the triune colossus, reminding himself of his reason for traversing this desolate place, and how long a journey he still had ahead of him.
Though as he tried to alter his path towards the Inland Sea, the mountain found another way of drawing him back.
The wind picked up, even harder now. The blast came so hard that the skin on his cheeks began to ripple. Curiosity got the better of him, and he turned his head back to the jagged blot of white on the horizon.
But it wasn’t all white. Something large and black was sliding down the mountainside, kicking up a trail of grey in its wake. Dionus could only stare in disbelief. The object plummeted at a rate of knots, before it crashed into the base of the mountain, leaving little more than a pile of rubble.
“Lungbarrow…” Dionus whispered, as the wind whipped the word from his lips, and carried back across the valley to the Time City. He felt his heart sink. The fall of a House was no small affair.
Whatever happened there was significant, and on this planet little that happened was significant. He was lucky to have seen it, as the events would no doubt be shrouded in mystery once the authorities arrived. He recalled the same happening to the House of Marnal after its Kirthriarch went missing, its Loomlings absorbed into higher House without a further word spoken.
“Change is definitely on its way,” Dionus said with a sigh.
"You’re just imagining it," said his mother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He nuzzled against it, soaking in her warmth as if for the first time in centuries. All the while, his eyes lay fixed upon Lungbarrow, shattered at the base of the mountain.
“Should we go and help them?” Dionus asked. He knew what his instincts were telling him, but the decision wasn’t his to make.
His mother shook her head. “I’m sure there are far more important players than ourselves involved in what’s happening there. Now come on, Casmus won’t be happy if we don’t return by Sunsbreak tomorrow. You remember what happened last time you disappointed him…”
Dionus winced at the memory, and spared a thought for Lungbarrow’s own Kithriarch, hoping they weren’t caught up in the House’s fall.
Reluctantly, Dionus followed his mother away from the fallen House. As they went, he uttered a silent prayer for Lungbarrow, hoping one day it would get its chance to rise from ruin.
Coming Soon:
Lungbarrow by Loomlight
All is not well on the world of the Temporal Superiors. Chris Cwej is having someone else's nightmares. Reflections in grimy mirrors whisper dark secrets about a forgotten past. And Chris finds himself drawn into a plot of revenge, rooted in a murderous family conspiracy. At the root of it all, is a terrible place; the Ancient House of Lungbarrow lies waiting in ruins. Something immense is unfurling in those derelict towers. The dead House inextricably stirs from beyond the grave. Many centuries ago Chris Cwej and his forgotten mentor left that lonely House on the point of Domicide. Abandoned, disgraced, resentful; it has planned for this fateful reunion. To rewrite his fate, Chris must track down the hidden figure at the heart of it all, and traverse into Lungbarrow's storied past to kill an ancient other founder, lost in Loomlight.
Copyright © 2026 Arcbeatle Press, All Rights Reserved.
This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance between it and persons living or dead, or events past or present, is purely coincidental. Any resemblance between it and other narratives or stories is purely coincidental, or done firmly within the bounds of parody or satire. Names, characters, locations, and events featured in this publication are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. No portion of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without express written permission of Arcbeatle Press. A publication of Arcbeatle Press, 2026. Arcbeatle Press is located in beautiful Elkhart Indiana, and is owned and operated by James Wylder. Lungbarrow and associated concepts © Marc Platt
The Kingmaker, Plutarch & Casmus © Dan Freeman
Marnal © Lance Parkin
Dionus & associated concepts © James Hornby
Edited by James Wylder & Hunter O’Connell
Publisher: James Wylder
All rights reserved.
This story is a work of fiction, any resemblance between it and persons living or dead, or events past or present, is purely coincidental. Any resemblance between it and other narratives or stories is purely coincidental, or done firmly within the bounds of parody or satire. Names, characters, locations, and events featured in this publication are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. No portion of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without express written permission of Arcbeatle Press. A publication of Arcbeatle Press, 2026. Arcbeatle Press is located in beautiful Elkhart Indiana, and is owned and operated by James Wylder. Lungbarrow and associated concepts © Marc Platt
The Kingmaker, Plutarch & Casmus © Dan Freeman
Marnal © Lance Parkin
Dionus & associated concepts © James Hornby
Edited by James Wylder & Hunter O’Connell
Publisher: James Wylder
All rights reserved.
The late David McIntee was a great help in forming Arcbeatle Press into what it is today, with an instrumental addition to SIGNET’s cast, and allowing the use of the villainous Koschei in Cwej: The Series. Now, his wife Lesley McIntee, along with Arcbeatle’s own Hunter O’Connell, have created “I’ll Think of a Title Honest”, a new anthology featuring original stories inspired by David’s life and times.
“‘I’ll think of a title, honest!’ was an often-repeated answer to David’s publishers asking him for a title to his many works, as it was typically the last thing handed in,” says Hunter O’Connell, who helped edit all contributions. “We named this book as such because it encapsulates the true brilliance and humor of David.”
Included in the stories is Andy Lane’s “The Midnight Fish Market”, a sequel to David’s wonderful Doctor Who novel “White Darkness”. Also included are transcriptions of David’s fencing YouTube videos and speeches, short stories by close friends and colleagues alike, and a deeply personal story about David’s final days written by Lesley McIntee, “The Dark Corridor”.
“I’ll Think of a Title Honest” marks the first release of joint-published anthologies by Arcbeatle Press and Lesley’s new imprint, Strawberry Leopard Press. Talks are ongoing regarding yearly almanacs to be released in a similar format, including some old and forgotten stories from non-English speaking cultures, released in English for the first time. Alongside this will be new short stories by Strawberry Leopard’s diverse talents.
“This project was in Lesley’s mind immediately following the announcement of David’s passing,” says Hunter. “It is a great honor to help bring her dreams to life, and celebrate David McIntee in a way he would surely love.”
“It was the end but the moment was prepared for,” says editor Lesley McIntee. “David A McIntee was a man of many words and worlds, a man of honor and a man of truth. So in his name; Here be monsters. Beautiful monsters and bold concepts, myths and magic and martial arts and voices new and old. With this collection I give you, his fans, his legacy. Use it well.”
“David McIntee was an incredible man. A wonderful author and a friend to many who will be dearly missed. Outspoken against all forms of bigotry and a helping hand to up-and-coming creatives everywhere, he sadly passed away on December 15th, 2024.
These stories serve as a heartfelt memorial to David McIntee’s legacy. Written by science-fiction authors who felt lucky to be his friends, or students of his storied fencing career. In collaboration with his wife Lesley, we bring you contributions that honor his memory, now carried on by those who knew him in life.”
All profits from “I’ll Think of a Title Honest” will be donated to The Siamese Cat Welfare Trust, on Lesley’s request. The anthology releases today, March 11th, 2026, and will be available for sale at Eastercon 2026 in Birmingham, from April 3rd through the 6th.
“‘I’ll think of a title, honest!’ was an often-repeated answer to David’s publishers asking him for a title to his many works, as it was typically the last thing handed in,” says Hunter O’Connell, who helped edit all contributions. “We named this book as such because it encapsulates the true brilliance and humor of David.”
Included in the stories is Andy Lane’s “The Midnight Fish Market”, a sequel to David’s wonderful Doctor Who novel “White Darkness”. Also included are transcriptions of David’s fencing YouTube videos and speeches, short stories by close friends and colleagues alike, and a deeply personal story about David’s final days written by Lesley McIntee, “The Dark Corridor”.
“I’ll Think of a Title Honest” marks the first release of joint-published anthologies by Arcbeatle Press and Lesley’s new imprint, Strawberry Leopard Press. Talks are ongoing regarding yearly almanacs to be released in a similar format, including some old and forgotten stories from non-English speaking cultures, released in English for the first time. Alongside this will be new short stories by Strawberry Leopard’s diverse talents.
“This project was in Lesley’s mind immediately following the announcement of David’s passing,” says Hunter. “It is a great honor to help bring her dreams to life, and celebrate David McIntee in a way he would surely love.”
“It was the end but the moment was prepared for,” says editor Lesley McIntee. “David A McIntee was a man of many words and worlds, a man of honor and a man of truth. So in his name; Here be monsters. Beautiful monsters and bold concepts, myths and magic and martial arts and voices new and old. With this collection I give you, his fans, his legacy. Use it well.”
“David McIntee was an incredible man. A wonderful author and a friend to many who will be dearly missed. Outspoken against all forms of bigotry and a helping hand to up-and-coming creatives everywhere, he sadly passed away on December 15th, 2024.
These stories serve as a heartfelt memorial to David McIntee’s legacy. Written by science-fiction authors who felt lucky to be his friends, or students of his storied fencing career. In collaboration with his wife Lesley, we bring you contributions that honor his memory, now carried on by those who knew him in life.”
All profits from “I’ll Think of a Title Honest” will be donated to The Siamese Cat Welfare Trust, on Lesley’s request. The anthology releases today, March 11th, 2026, and will be available for sale at Eastercon 2026 in Birmingham, from April 3rd through the 6th.
 | As Chris and Sang Mi's Odyssey nears its destination in our latest four stories, from the pens of Plum Pudding, Aidan Mason, Theta Mandel, and Aristide Twain! Also in this issue: a new poem by Molly Warton and an exclusive interview with Aristide Twain. |
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Cwej: Hidden Truths returns this November with a journey through fiction itself. The Lost Fictionaut, by Gerard Power, is the fourth of five novels in the Hidden Truths Cycle of Cwej: The Series. Chris ventures into the Fantastic Realm, a strange and wild land where stories from all of human history come to life.
Readers may recognize this setting from the Fragments of Totality story, Presents, by Erika de Atayde. This novel was based on Erika’s original concepts for a short story, but has since been expanded by Gerard into a much larger adventure with a truly narrative-shattering scope.
“After writing Dread Mnemosyne, co-editor Dillon O’Hara and I started to notice some wonderful parallels between it and The Lost Fictionaut in terms of their metafictional commentary on Chris and his noticeable impact on Doctor Who’s canon,” says range editor Hunter O’Connell. “This novel in particular changed the least from its first draft compared to the other four. It’s a very strong addition to Cwej’s mythos.”
Gerard Power explains, “The Lost Fictionaut is about the evolution of the human imaginary across Time. The methods by which this subject is dramatized include shady manipulation, somewhat ironical humor, and explosive, operatic action. The character of Christopher Cwej—a kind of cosmically shattered sci-fi soldier—has some strange metaphysical conditions that make him uniquely suited to (though not at all prepared for!) this particular story, almost as if his entire life had been tailored darkly towards it.”
In The Lost Fictionaut, Chris is press-ganged by his old Superiors into a cryptic assassination mission—and soon finds himself trapped in the body of a fragile, mortal man, stranded in a bleak, monochromatic otherworld. Dragged into a maelstrom of literary intrigue, pulp superheroics, and Ancient Greek arcana, Chris must forge himself a wildly new identity—or lose his soul in a war between gods.
Cwej: The Lost Fictionaut will be available for print and Kindle on 13 November, 2025 in most territories. Preorders for the Kindle edition are now open, with the print version available for sale on the day of release.
Readers may recognize this setting from the Fragments of Totality story, Presents, by Erika de Atayde. This novel was based on Erika’s original concepts for a short story, but has since been expanded by Gerard into a much larger adventure with a truly narrative-shattering scope.
“After writing Dread Mnemosyne, co-editor Dillon O’Hara and I started to notice some wonderful parallels between it and The Lost Fictionaut in terms of their metafictional commentary on Chris and his noticeable impact on Doctor Who’s canon,” says range editor Hunter O’Connell. “This novel in particular changed the least from its first draft compared to the other four. It’s a very strong addition to Cwej’s mythos.”
Gerard Power explains, “The Lost Fictionaut is about the evolution of the human imaginary across Time. The methods by which this subject is dramatized include shady manipulation, somewhat ironical humor, and explosive, operatic action. The character of Christopher Cwej—a kind of cosmically shattered sci-fi soldier—has some strange metaphysical conditions that make him uniquely suited to (though not at all prepared for!) this particular story, almost as if his entire life had been tailored darkly towards it.”
In The Lost Fictionaut, Chris is press-ganged by his old Superiors into a cryptic assassination mission—and soon finds himself trapped in the body of a fragile, mortal man, stranded in a bleak, monochromatic otherworld. Dragged into a maelstrom of literary intrigue, pulp superheroics, and Ancient Greek arcana, Chris must forge himself a wildly new identity—or lose his soul in a war between gods.
Cwej: The Lost Fictionaut will be available for print and Kindle on 13 November, 2025 in most territories. Preorders for the Kindle edition are now open, with the print version available for sale on the day of release.
 | The past can be a dangerous place--and if you're a time traveler, literally. As their road trip continues, Chris Cwej and Jhe Sang Mi are going to have to confront ghosts. Ghosts of their pasts, their regrets, and their fears. And also literal ghosts too. Journey across the great state of Pennsylvania, meet the legendary Squonk, search for little green men, put memories to rest, and return to the world of silent filmmaking in our new issue of the Cwej30 Zine! Also includes new interviews with Hunter O'Connell and James Hornby. |
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 art by Leela Ross | Everyone has secrets. As Chris Cwej and his friend Jhe Sang Mi explore the American Midwest, sometimes those hidden truths will come to light: mistakes concealed but never forgotten, love that never faded, and your own fears right in front of you you're unable to face. And it doesn't make it easier when there are strange monsters on the loose! Four stories by Xavier Llewellyn, L. Alves, Thien Valdram, and James Wylder Also includes interviews with writers Dillon O'Hara and Callum Phillpott from the incredible new book: Cwej: Dread Mnemosyne and When Winter Comes! |
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Chris Cwej battles with his very existence in Dread Mnemosyne and When Winter Comes, two new novels from the Cwej: Hidden Truths saga released in one book.
The book’s cover was created by Ryan Rigby, known amongst Doctor Who fans for his artwork inspired by Titan Comics. Previously, he was responsible for the lovely cover of Cwej: The Midas Touch, and has completed the covers for all future Hidden Truths releases.
“Dread Mnemosyne is perhaps the most metafictional piece of Cwej fiction we will ever release, telling the story of a mad god latching onto Chris’s fictional presence like a parasite. The characters of Larles and Kwol will also be given great development after the explosive events of The Midas Touch change their relationship forever,” says range editor Hunter O’Connell.
“Meanwhile, When Winter Comes is a story I have always wanted to see from the Doctor Who universe, and I couldn’t think of a better author to tackle the story than Callum Phillpott. It follows in The Midas Touch’s footsteps by telling a very visual story entirely in prose—in Winter’s case, it’s basically a found footage horror film!”
Hi, I’m currently transcribing the events of Dread Mnemosyne. Chris investigates a new economic ideology that uses paradoxes as currency. I wrote him into a corner, literally. Larles and Kwol get confused about certain exchanges of words neither of them said. Surprise! It was me. I’m the Lack, by the way, but you may know me as the narrator of all fiction relating to Doctor Who. Cwej, Larles and Kwol are my current targets. Disregard the next synopsis or three, Cwej: The Series ends here and now.
In When Winter Comes, Larles and Kwol find a diary tablet belonging to Lucily Smithe, a little girl with big dreams who is moving to another planet with her dad. Unexpectedly, the ship crashes, leaving her and the rest of the passengers stranded and alone on Selma-Zeta… or so they believe. With plant creatures roaming outside the ship and a long winter fast approaching, will an alternate version of Chris get Lucily and her father out alive?
Cwej: Dread Mnemosyne and When Winter Comes will be available for print and Kindle on 18 September, 2025 in most territories. Preorders for the Kindle edition are now open, with the print version available for sale on the day of release.
Arcbeatle Press are still celebrating Cwej30, with a new zine out this month, and keep your eyes open for the next Cwej adventure, Gerard Power’s The Lost Fictionaut, landing later this year.
Inquiries can be sent to [email protected]
The book’s cover was created by Ryan Rigby, known amongst Doctor Who fans for his artwork inspired by Titan Comics. Previously, he was responsible for the lovely cover of Cwej: The Midas Touch, and has completed the covers for all future Hidden Truths releases.
“Dread Mnemosyne is perhaps the most metafictional piece of Cwej fiction we will ever release, telling the story of a mad god latching onto Chris’s fictional presence like a parasite. The characters of Larles and Kwol will also be given great development after the explosive events of The Midas Touch change their relationship forever,” says range editor Hunter O’Connell.
“Meanwhile, When Winter Comes is a story I have always wanted to see from the Doctor Who universe, and I couldn’t think of a better author to tackle the story than Callum Phillpott. It follows in The Midas Touch’s footsteps by telling a very visual story entirely in prose—in Winter’s case, it’s basically a found footage horror film!”
Hi, I’m currently transcribing the events of Dread Mnemosyne. Chris investigates a new economic ideology that uses paradoxes as currency. I wrote him into a corner, literally. Larles and Kwol get confused about certain exchanges of words neither of them said. Surprise! It was me. I’m the Lack, by the way, but you may know me as the narrator of all fiction relating to Doctor Who. Cwej, Larles and Kwol are my current targets. Disregard the next synopsis or three, Cwej: The Series ends here and now.
In When Winter Comes, Larles and Kwol find a diary tablet belonging to Lucily Smithe, a little girl with big dreams who is moving to another planet with her dad. Unexpectedly, the ship crashes, leaving her and the rest of the passengers stranded and alone on Selma-Zeta… or so they believe. With plant creatures roaming outside the ship and a long winter fast approaching, will an alternate version of Chris get Lucily and her father out alive?
Cwej: Dread Mnemosyne and When Winter Comes will be available for print and Kindle on 18 September, 2025 in most territories. Preorders for the Kindle edition are now open, with the print version available for sale on the day of release.
Arcbeatle Press are still celebrating Cwej30, with a new zine out this month, and keep your eyes open for the next Cwej adventure, Gerard Power’s The Lost Fictionaut, landing later this year.
Inquiries can be sent to [email protected]
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