Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. Two
“They say cocaine’s for horses and not for men, they say it’ll kill you but they don’t say when.” From an Ancients’ lullaby. A child: “Tell us, Old One, of Bo-Jo the Ho-Ho” “Ah, Bo-Jo [more…]
Fiction
Fiction
Némésis – Book 3 Part 7
Ad Dumayr Syria 21st February 2018 Daffi Hashmi was sitting in the café, drinking strong coffee and smoking, which was generally disapproved of, but none of the other patrons thought to question him. The windows [more…]
Book Review
Book review – The Unseen Path by J.D. de Pavilly
Normally in book reviews, the reviewer will attempt to outline the plot and genre of the work without giving too much of the game away. To do so in this instance, would be no easy [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Nine
“Just one thing?” I asked of Sir Alan. “How does this scenario end up with Lord Bixby murdered in my office building?” “There was some news. We had advanced warning that something was going to [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book Two, Ch. One
BOOK TWO, THE DOINGS OF A MADMAN Thin, ragged children skip and tumble, chanting: “Ring a ring a mortgages A pocketful a credit cards Re-Cession, De-Pression We all fall down.” Others, having shared a nest [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 3 Part 6
Ad Dumayr Syria 18th February 2018 Ripley woke early and cuddled into the still sleeping James. There really wasn’t much room for two of them in the sleeping bag, but she was glad of the [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Forty-Eight
So we all sipped our drinks. And stared at each other and said nothing. Until I decided that seeing as I had the gun, I should probably lead the discussion. So I said to Sir [more…]
Fiction
The Book of Ruin – Book One, Ch. Three
“And Gordon fell in with Kinnockio the Clown and Blair the Grinning Butcher and Imelda the Greedy Scouse Gob and was at once at home among them for they were all useless, idle, thieving cunts……” [more…]
Fiction
Némésis – Book 3 Part 5
RAF Akrotiri and Syria 17/18th February 2018 Phillips had been looking for Cécile, driving around the large base in a Land Rover he had borrowed from the RAF Police Flight. He had tried the beaches, [more…]