Stephen Writes

Novels and Short Stories by Stephen England

QUICKSAND: A New Shadow Warriors Novella, Is Now Available!

Posted By on February 2, 2018


“You weren’t prepared for chaos. Because that’s what you set in motion, with every bullet fired, with every missile launched. Chaos.”

Bestselling author Stephen England returns, with a spell-binding new look inside the War on Terror.

He was born Michael Warnick, a native of Duluth, Minnesota. A highschool linebacker. An all-American kid. But the world would come to know him as Umar ibn Hassan. . .

An eloquent and charismatic cleric, the American-born Hassan has made a name for himself with the Islamic State in the Egyptian Sinai. A powerful symbol in the fight against the West.

For months, the CIA, working in coordination with Egyptian Special Forces, has been trying to capture Hassan. They’ve failed.

So now, their mission has been “simplified”: kill him.

Boots on the ground, replaced by a drone in the sky. Simple, efficient. Clean.

But as the moments tick down to the strike, as the Reaper’s cameras look down from twenty-five thousand feet above the desert, one thing becomes devastatingly clear. . .

This is not the end. This is only the beginning. And the consequences for making the wrong call could prove incalculable.

ANNOUNCEMENT: Pandora’s Grave To Be Released In Germany

Posted By on March 3, 2017


As of this afternoon, I have signed a contract with German publishing house Luzifer-Verlag for the rights to publish a German translation of “Pandora’s Grave”, the #1 bestseller which launched the Shadow Warriors series and first introduced readers to the character of veteran CIA officer Harry Nichols six years ago.

This will mark the first time my writing has been translated for a foreign market, and I’m thrilled to be partnering with Steffen Jansen and the team at Luzifer in this venture.

The German edition of Pandora’s Grave will be released in mid-2018.

More details to follow as they become available.

The Lion of God Trilogy Comes To A Shattering Conclusion–Get Your Copy Today!

Posted By on October 22, 2016


The Lion of God Finale Is Here At Last!

In July of 2015, thriller readers were first introduced to the backstory of bestselling author Russell Blake’s character Ariel in Lion of God: Episode I, as the violence of the Second Intifada began to sweep across the Middle East and a dark plot emerged in the shadows, threatening to shatter all thoughts of peace. . .forever.

And earlier this year, the stakes were made even clearer in Episode II of the trilogy, as the Mossad and CIA were forced to come to terms with the true nature of the Iraqi threat.

And now the trilogy returns for a final, devastating episode, as the trail leads Ariel and the Mossad to one last bloody battle in the Iraqi desert. The stakes have never been higher. And not everyone will make it home.

Download your copy of Lion of God: Episode III today!

Lion of God: Episode III, Coming October 21st

Posted By on September 28, 2016


The final exciting episode of the Shadow Warriors/JET crossover trilogy is in final edits and will be out on Kindle October 21st!

Join Ariel and the Kidon team one last time as they race to stop the threat of a chemical weapons attack on the peace summit at Taba, a mission which will culminate in a desperate battle in the Iraqi desert. And not everyone will be making it home this night.

(Shadow Warriors fans will want to keep an eye out for a very familiar face from the series, making a rather large cameo appearance in this series finale)

Embrace the Fire is Released!

Posted By on June 6, 2016






The Signed Edition

Embrace the Fire– Coming June 3rd!!!!

Posted By on May 28, 2016




8:03 P.M. Greenwich Mean Time, March 22nd

London, England


            They were watching. He knew that—they were always watching, a hundred lidless eyes gazing down through the night.

Never blinking. Never resting. Just always there.

And they knew his face.

The rain came tumbling down out of the sky above him—nothing heavy, just a steady drizzle—ice-cold water running down his cheeks, collecting in the rough stubble that masked the lower half of his face.

A dead zone lay ahead, between him and the bus stop, or at least there had once been—a twenty-foot gap in London’s legendary CCTV coverage. Enough space for a man to disappear.

Disappear. There’d been times he’d wanted nothing more than to do just that. To disappear, to run—into the night.

Not yet.

There was only one camera across the street from the stop and he ducked his head as if against the rain as he approached the far side of the double-decker bus. Shielding his face.

Public transportation was a risk, but one he had to take. A thirty-minute ride would put him at his destination. After that. . .

He could only keep this up for so long, that much he knew. Had known it ever since he’d set out, he thought, ascending into the bus just behind a young Muslim woman in a hijab and jeans—her small son clutching her hand.

But it would have to be enough.


So many memories. He paused for a long moment on the curb, alone once more—the bustle of the bus ride left far behind. Looking up at the flat before him, rain soaking him to the skin as he stood there. Sadness glinting in his gunmetal blue eyes.

So many years, passed and gone.

It was the kind of place he would have expected her to have sought out, he realized—the low gate giving beneath his hand as he moved like a ghost toward the door, the black windbreaker hanging loose and wet from his tall, powerful frame.

Quiet, nondescript. Just another in a long row of terraced houses. Anonymous.

There was nothing more valuable. . .not in their business.

He glanced at the plate mounted to the right of the door, verifying the address once more before he lifted his hand to press the bell.

Hearing the vague, distant sound of it ringing through the flat as he waited, his eyes flickering back to the deserted street. Ever alert.

Footsteps within, the sound of someone cautiously approaching the door. “Who’s there?”

He turned so that his face was visible through the peephole. “It’s me, Mehreen.”

Ya, Allah.” He could hear her gasp of surprise through the door. The Arabic so familiar to his ears. Oh, God.

Another moment, and he heard the rattle of a chain, a bolt being slid back as the door swung open.

The woman who stood in the doorway was in her mid-forties, nearly eight years his senior—her shoulder-length black hair now shot with tell-tale streaks of silver. Framing the dark features of her native Pakistan. “It’s been a long time, Mehr.”

It was a long moment before she replied, a mixture of emotions playing out across her face—and for a moment he thought she might shut the door in his face. Turn him away.

“Yes. . .yes it has.” She turned back from the door, seeming to choose her words with reluctance. “Come in, if you want—I’ll make a pot of tea.”

He followed her into the small living room of the apartment, removing his hat and running long fingers through his rain-slick black hair as she disappeared into the kitchen.

There was a framed picture on the small table, a picture of a bride in shining white on the arm of a sandy-haired man in full dress uniform—passing underneath the arched sabers of the Regiment. Something about the way they were looking at each other, eyes full of laughter. Of hope. Of love.

A wistful smile touched his lips as he picked up the frame, the memories flooding back. He’d been there that day. Experienced the majesty of that wedding.

There were other memories, and. . .well, majestic was hardly the word.

“Nick was a good man,” he announced, feeling almost shame-faced as she reentered the room to find him holding the picture.

She nodded, passing him the hot cup and saucer and taking the frame from his hands. His own sadness reflected in her eyes. “Yes—he was.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you. . .at the funeral.” He’d been in Darfur at the time. No way to get back—a job to do. “They told me it was another splinter group of the Provos. A bomb.”

Another nod, as she eyed him guardedly.

“I thought that had all died away,” he said, raising the cup of Darjeeling to his lips. Steam drifted off the pale golden liquid, warming him against the rain that had chilled his body. “That the Troubles were behind us.”

A bitter smile crossed her lips. “We always think that, don’t we? But hate. . .hate never dies. Old men pass it on to the young in the blood. Playing at war—their ‘patriot game.’ And good men die.”

Good men die. The refrain of his life.

If he closed his eyes, he could still remember it. The HAHO jump over Lebanon, standing there on the ramp of the C-130 with Nick Crawford and another SAS sergeant at his side. Preparing to jump out into the pitch black of the night.

He could feel the shock of the parachute opening, hear the crackle of automatic weapons fire, smell the gunfire—the blood. He’d saved Nick’s life that night. Brought him home safe to her.

But good men die.

He looked up to find her regarding him intently. Her tea untouched by the side of her chair. “You’re here to kill a man. . .aren’t you, Harry?”

Harry Nichols leaned back in the armchair, watching her—

measuring his words carefully. “I don’t work for the Agency any longer, Mehr.”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up her teacup, something akin to fear in her dark eyes.

“That’s not what I asked.”



Available from Amazon June 3rd!


Embrace the Fire Cover Art/Synopsis

Posted By on March 19, 2016



“He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: one for his enemy and one for himself.”

In the Middle East, refugees fleeing dictatorship and terrorism pour across the borders into Europe, destabilizing countries already in the throes of economic crisis.

But not all who seek refuge share the same reasons for so doing. . .

In the UK, the nationalist far Right gathers strength—fueled by a government unable or unwilling to protect its own.

England is on the brink. All it will take to send it tumbling into the abyss. . .is a single push.

And in the midst of it all, two men have arrived in London, dark harbingers of death to come. One of them is a terrorist, responsible for one of the most successful attacks against the West in the years since 9/11. The other is an assassin, come to take his life.

Fifteen years Harry Nichols spent as a CIA paramilitary operations officer. Fifteen long years at war, tracking America’s enemies across the world. Hunting them down—killing them. Before they could strike.

Until the Christmas Eve attacks on Las Vegas forced him to resign from the Agency. Attacks which killed hundreds of innocent Americans, claimed the life of the woman he had sworn to protect. The woman he loved.

Forced out into the cold, Nichols has found himself in the UK, operating without sanction, without law. A man without a country—come to London with a single purpose: kill the man responsible for the attacks in Vegas. Avenge her death.

No matter what it takes. What lines must be crossed. What faiths must be betrayed.

There are no rules, not any more. Only vengeance.

His career with the CIA is over. His war. . .has only just begun.

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Embrace the Fire Update

Posted By on January 28, 2016



For those who have been awaiting the next installment in the Shadow Warriors series (And waiting. . .and waiting–I know), your wait is nearing an end. As of earlier this month, the manuscript for Embrace the Fire is complete and is now under-going an extensive edit.

Release date coming soon, along with cover art.


In the Middle East, refugees fleeing dictatorship and terrorism pour across the borders into Europe, destabilizing countries already in the throes of economic crisis.

But not all who seek refuge share the same reasons for so doing. . .

In the UK, the nationalist far Right gathers strength—fueled by a government unable or unwilling to protect its own.

England is on the brink. All it will take to send it tumbling into the abyss. . .is a single push.

Lion of God: Episode I, Coming July 28th!

Posted By on July 27, 2015

JET-Lion of God Episode I-final

Earlier this summer, I was selected to be one of the launch authors for bestselling action author Russell Blake’s JET Kindle World. The end result is the first novella of the Lion of God trilogy, which arrives on Tuesday. Shadow Warriors fans, look for some very familiar characters to crop up in significant roles.

“The Jewish people do not forgive. . .we do not forget.”

It is the year 2000, and with the new millennium has come the fresh promise of peace in the Middle East. But when a pair of IDF reservists are brutally lynched in the West Bank town of Ramallah–the graphic imagery of their final moments broadcast around the Western world. . .all hopes of peace are shattered.

As Israel mourns her dead and America attempts to salvage the peace process, the Mossad is tasked with finding and bringing to justice those responsible for the butchery, activating a Kidon team led by a young assassin known only as Ariel. . . The “Lion of God.”

But as the hunt narrows, it quickly becomes apparent that nothing is as it seems. And vengeance is not the only agenda in play. . .

St. Patrick’s Day Excerpt of Embrace the Fire

Posted By on March 20, 2015

And. . .as promised for fans of the Shadow Warriors saga, a special, never-before-seen excerpt from the manuscript for Embrace the Fire.
(For readers of LODESTONE. . .pay special attention to names)


(The real-life Jackie Duddy)

“I served with Nick Crawford,” Harry said finally, breaking the silence. “From Iraq, to Lebanon, to Afghanistan. . .what seems like a score of god-forsaken places in between. I would have given my life for him. Nearly did, more than once. What she said back there—is it true?”

“It is,” the Irishman replied, not looking at him, “every word of it.”

Good men die. Harry’s knuckles whitened around the steering wheel as he moved in on the sedan, closing the gap before a truck could change lanes and cut them off—the bellow of an airhorn filling the night around them. “You were a CIA asset then . .your days with the Provos were over. Why?”

Flaharty sighed, an impatient sound. “You honestly think Davey was the first to suspect that I’d had. . .a change of loyalties, boyo? He wasn’t. This game we’re all in together—you, I, the widow Crawford—you can stop playing, if you want. Give up. But you never get to leave. I had to prove myself, prove to them that nothing had changed. That everything was as it had always been.”

“So you built the bomb.”

“Aye,” Flaharty responded, shaking his head. “I built the bomb. Tell me, Harry—tell me honestly. . .did you ever hesitate to kill an enemy?”

No, came the response to his lips, the instincts that had kept him alive all those years in the field rising to the fore. Never. And yet something stopped him. “This was different.”

“How?” the Irishman demanded, a short, barking laugh escaping his lips. “She was with Five in Northern Ireland. . .her kind have been hunting me and my brothers for decades. Her husband—your sodding ‘mate’? He was a Para.”

His voice grew low and cold. “Many’s the time I put on the gloves and went round after round with Jackie Duddy when we were both lads. He was like a brother to me. . .up till the fine Sunday morning when the Paras shot him down in the car park. Shot a seventeen-year-old boy in the back as he was a-runnin’ away. I can still see Father Daley running out in front of us as we tried to carry him to safety—his handkerchief stained red with blood—waving it before him as a flag of truce. But the Paras were having no truce. . .and Jackie wasn’t the only friend I lost that day.”

“Nick wasn’t there on Bloody Sunday,” Harry said quietly, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

“No, he likely wasn’t,” Flaharty conceded, “and that’s not the way war is, you know that. You may never get the man who shot your brother in the sights of your rifle, so you shoot the sod next to him and tell yourself it’s justice. That’s war. And you’re not going to ask me to regret what I’ve done.”