Friday, 27 March 2020

Pandemonium - published today

Feels small and silly to say this, but here it is all the same - Pandemonium is out today in kindle and paperback (with the Audible release to come). Nobody has been left untouched by the current global situation; nothing is certain and it feels like we're on the edge of some serious shit. All I can do is tell my stories and hope they don't disappear in the middle of this storm. So if you'd like to buy a copy and/or spread the word, it would do more for me than you can imagine at the moment.

Be cool. Take care of each other.

Saturday, 21 March 2020

Pandemonium - cover and link

Here it is - the cover for Pandemonium along with the pre-order link for publication on the 27th. As mad as it seems to give a shit about books and publishing in the face of Captain Trips, I'm a firm believer in needing our stories when our backs are up against the wall.

So, be safe and take care of your friends and neighbours and strangers.


Thursday, 27 February 2020

Pandemonium - coming (very) soon

Been a while since I posted on my blog mainly owing to more real life stuff. I'm still writing but with that, the job situation and so on, time for blogging has shrunk quite a bit. In all honesty, I'm putting whatever free time I have into my newsletter mainly because blogging doesn't have the same reach or importance it did several years ago. So if you want to sign up for the inside guff, covers and what not before I post it anywhere else, you know what to do.


Now that's out of the way, here's the news: my next one with Hellbound is published on 27th March. Pandemonium feels like it's been a long time coming but that's the publishing world for you. Looking forward to seeing it alongside Ascent, The Unredeemed and The Dead Room. There'll be cover reveals and a look at the opening in the next few weeks. To give you an idea of the story, here's the blurb:

Kidnapped in broad daylight from a busy Edinburgh street, Hannah Wilson has no idea what her abductors want with her as they chain her in the back of their van and speed out of the city. Or why they tell her she’s perfectly safe when she’s terrified for her life.
Transported to the far north of Scotland with dozens of others yanked from their lives across Britain, Hannah is taken to an isolated compound nicknamed Pandemonium; an utterly secure prison ruled by creatures that should exist only in nightmares; a place nobody has survived for more than a few months. Hundreds of miles away from help, her family's lives at risk if she disobeys any order, Hannah knows the key to surviving her captivity is to bond with strangers and teach them all to refuse to be victims. But she’s running out of time to convince the other captives to take their fight to the black heart of the prison and to its inhuman warden. And Hannah is yet to discover she is not the only one about to start a war.

In Pandemonium, all Hell is going to break out.

Tuesday, 31 December 2019

The Horror Writer now available

Well, this is a nice surprise for the end of what has been a shit year (I'm ending it with a cold which is about par for the course of 2019).

The collection of essays and interviews I mentioned a while back is published tomorrow in ebook and paperback. The Horror Writer features some of the greats of the genre (and me) with their thoughts on their genre, advice and all that good stuff. It's published by Hellbound and edited by Joe Mynhardt of Crystal Lake Publishing, so you know it's good.

It's on Amazon or you can get it straight from Hellbound at this link:

I'm immensely proud to be part of this and to be alongside writers I've admired for a long time. If you want to know about writing horror, this book is for you.

OK, that's me definitely done for this year - unless I get any massive news in the next twelve hours. Be good, people.

Friday, 27 December 2019


At this time of the year, a lot of writers do a look back on their achievements. I've done the same once or twice. Frankly, I have sod all interest in doing so for 2019. Personally, this year has been a massive turd. Losing my dad, losing my job and losing much of the sense of being able to write anything of quality. I still wrote during this shitstorm, but most of the stuff I produced was piss poor. On the plus side, I'm immensely proud of the books I had published and while they haven't won any awards, garnered much in the way of reviews or sales (what was my point with this?), they are some damn good books.

So, goodbye and good riddance to 2019 in a few days. Onwards to 2020 and my plans. I start a new job in January which is a massive change (as well as being a massive relief) after fifteen years in the same role. It's different hours than I'm used to, so I need to work out a balance of my working life and writing instead of having more or less every evening and weekend free to write.

Book wise, Pandemonium will be out very soon and The Kindred will follow later in the year. Two very different books and tales I hope, as always, will get me noticed. It would be nice after close to a decade of being published and writing 'professionally' for twenty-five to have something to show for it. Other book plans: I'm pushing through a fourth draft of a book I started at the beginning of 2019 which is at least one draft more than I usually do; plus, with working on the same tale for an entire year, I'm utterly sick of it. This one is the book that fell apart twice due to upheaval in my personal life; the book I honestly thought would have to be binned at several points. The end is in sight on a finished version and I feel like I'm crawling back to the light with writing. I have no idea if this will one will go anywhere especially as it's different to my usual stuff and I'm not considering that at the moment. It's just a case of getting the story told and moving on to the next.

Short stories have been thin on the ground for a long while in terms of publication but not writing. I've come up with several over the last year but not edited them or submitted them anywhere. I have plans for them which I'll detail at some point - it depends on a few things out of my control. On a side note with short stories, it does seem the market is shrinking and definitely so in terms of a paying market. Out of all the creative arts, writing is probably the one most likely to be expected to be done for free. The idea that any creative should be paid for their work and time in the same way we would pay anyone is alien to a lot of people. Modern life, man.

That's about it for now - more writing to come in 2020. As always, it would be a massive help if you can help me out with honest reviews on Amazon and Goodreads -


Ditto if you want to sign up to my newsletter for cover reveals and news before I share it anywhere else -


Okay, I'm out until next year. Be good and let's bring on the better days.

Saturday, 30 November 2019

Newsletter - two short stories

Been a few weeks since I posted anything here (the joys of job hunting while trying to get over your dad's death), but I'm back now with a quick one.

If you sign up to my newsletter between now and the end of the year, I'll send you two short horror stories. Because I'm just that great. I send out a newsletter probably every five weeks or so with cover reveals, sneak peeks and free stuff, so fill your boots at the link below. And in other news, my next book with Hellbound should be out early in the new year. Pandemonium is coming very soon. Newsletter subscribers will get to see the cover before anyone else along with a cheeky look at the opening scene.

You know it makes sense.

Luke Walker newsletter

Saturday, 26 October 2019

Better days

My dad died last weekend. He'd had cancer twice before (2012 and 2015) and he beat it both times. It came back for a third try in the summer and while he'd kicked its arse back then, the third time was not the charm. All I can say is it was quick. My brother and I were with him for an appointment with his oncologist on the Thursday to talk about chemo; he was in hospital Friday morning and I saw him Saturday afternoon. He wasn't with it until just before I left when he knew me. He came back to us on Sunday and then went in the evening.

Fast and quick and a fucking abomination. I tweeted about it on Monday which went as close to viral as I have ever been (or probably will be in all fairness) - support from online friends and strangers who have no reason to give a shit about my life other than the thing that connects us from country to country, faith or none.

Human decency. My dad was a piss-taker and he had little time for bullshitters. What he did have time for was good people. People who help and care. He didn't make a song and dance about much of anything; he just knew what mattered. And he knew it was being decent. If he'd known my little tweet would spread that far and wide, he'd have been chuffed. A small thing but enough.

As you can imagine, things are not great right now. The job hunt (for my wife as well), money and this. Just about all the shit has come at once. Part of my fight back against it is to keep writing. I've been working on the third draft of a difficult book for a little while and am pushing towards the end. I can already see this section of it will need more work than everything before it but I'm still putting the words down. My dad liked my books, so I figure the best thing to do is tell more stories.

And hope for better days.