Detective Inspector Charles Hope detested mortuaries. Some pathologists were matter-of-fact in their dealings with the dead and part of him understood. They had a job to do and most of them carried out their gruesome [more…]
Chapter 40 – Epilogue Three, Edge’s Swansong He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. William Shakespeare The virus came and the Deep State was [more…]
Chapter 39 – Epilogue Two Former Detective Inspector Charles Hope became a very successful novelist. He wrote scathingly satirical comedy novels about the police service, which won him few friends among serving officers and the [more…]
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships Lying in the yellow haze of the sun There were children crying and colours flying All around the chosen ones All in a dream, all in a dream [more…]
Chapter 37 – Monty’s Story, the Land between the Rivers Right, let’s get a few things straight. We all realise that my species isn’t overwhelmingly loved by all members of the human race. One hundred [more…]
Chapter 36 – Monty’s Story or the Unbearable Lightness of Being… A Cat I think you will all agree, that is rather a good portrait of me. It captures the essentials of… Well, being me. [more…]
Galta was about to pour her first glass of wine of the day -it was one o’clock and, these days, her lunch tended to come in liquid form- when she noticed a young man peering [more…]
Fifteen of them stood in a line in the muddy light of the drawing room. Fifteen desolate specimens of humanity clad in grimy, beige sweatshirts and stained jogging bottoms. Fifteen of them with their hands [more…]
Chapter 35 – Angela and Moira’s Stories She was asleep when her phone started ringing, her mobile that very few people knew her number. Angela groaned and fumbled for her glasses and then the phone [more…]
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