THE DANNY QUADRILOGY is the four volume masterwork from Chancery Stone telling the epic story of the Jackson-Moores and spanning a truly awe-inspiring range of human emotions, told in a style that is so brave it borders on insane. Gleefully embracing everything from poetic Jacobean drama to perverse pornographic detail, it delves into territories so dark readers are left with a bad taste in their mouths and more than a soupcon of delicious forbidden pleasure. By turns ugly and repellent then lyrical and heart-wrenching, it leaves no room for manoeuvre, no middle distance, forcing us to either reject it outright or allow ourselves to be so seduced by it we are left trapped in a horrible addiction, craving more. Fortunately there is more. The highly revered and much reviled Volume 1 has now been joined by the long-awaited Volume 2 - The Revenant. Going into an altogether colder, darker and more forbidding territory, there can be no doubt that this new volume will excite as much love, fear and loathing as the first one. Six years have passed and Danny has unexpectedly returned, like a revenant visiting the scene of the crime, a ghost haunting his own grave. He has finally fulfilled Ian's prophecy and become the lost boy of his brother's old and favoured fairy tale, the Snow Queen. He is a dead man walking, the ice splinter now wedged so deeply inside his heart no-one can reach him. He repeatedly warns people of his own heartlessness, only for them to ignore him, heedlessly disregarding his honesty, believing they will be the one to raise him from the dead, their own Personal Jesus. Unfortunately, tortured Messiah or not, he consumes his new disciples with a numbing ferocity, sucking perversion and emotional sustenance from them like something long-dead desperately seeking heat, while they, blinded by the maimed beauty of his self-immolation at John's altar, are too slow to realise that touching his martyr's heart may well be beyond the capability of anyone living, and that something altogether more disturbing might be lurking behind his zealot's mission to embrace his darkling past and re-enter the lion's den of his old family home. Yes, Danny has finally come home. The question is. why? Also available in the companion "I'll Be Your Dog" edition - ISBN 978-09546115-2-1
A SHORT AUTOBIOGRAPHY of CHANCERY STONE
How can you tell a story in a paragraph ?
How do you tell a life in a paragraph?
Do I give you bare facts? Born - none of your business. Place of origin - East Kilbride. Parents - yes, two.
Or maybe the creative version. Didn't read my first book till about the age of eleven/twelve (don't know exactly, because I can't remember much childhood). First two books, The Genie Hottabych and The Rose and the Ring. Also read every fairy tale I could get hold of and was lucky enough to read Victorian versions, not bowdlerised modern versions. Loved all those evil parents and threatening places. Loved the melodramatic orphan stories in The Judy. (Now, I have got to be a rarity here. I actually wanted to be an orphan.) Wasn't allowed to read The Jackie or teen/women's magazines as these were "Capitalist Pornography". Once unwittingly bought a copy of OZ in the street in Glasgow when I was a teenager which my mother made me dispose of "before my father saw it". Deeply ironic as it was destined to become a very valuable rare edition, and my mother did have that greedy little materialistic edge.
Fell into The Citizen's Theatre and its obsession with subversive drama. Saw a lot of nude men and learned about the Marquis de Sade whose works cost me a fortune, bought from abroad.
Do I need to go on through detective fiction, horror, magic realism, the classics, Jacobean drama, far too much bad theatre.......?
I could list my jobs. Although I tried to avoid them, I worked randomly when it couldn't be helped. Selling radar spares, running restaurants, a sweet shop, a newsagents, debt collecting, nude modelling, dancing, bar tending, filing clerk, cleaning.... You get the picture.
Or my lifestyle. Over 17 different houses. Lived in Glasgow, London, Cumbria, Aberdeen, Orkney, Fraserburgh, Manchester, Morecambe. Never married, never had children (always swore as a child I wouldn't and everybody said, "Ah, you're saying that now, but you'll change your tune." Well, they were WRONG). Kept cats, went walking, danced, was a party animal, lived in seclusion, never did drugs, once got stoned on tranquilisers and sexually assaulted a priest, don't smoke, had my first cigarette on stage, don't drink, once sat outside in the most exquisite rain I ever saw so drunk I couldn't stand, eat too much and never diet.
Does any of this tell you anything? Does all of it tell you something ?
I always feel people's work tells you all you need to know about them, even if it's only that they are very convincing liars.
So... my biography.
Read DANNY and know me......