19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 20
June 13th, 1810 (June 1st O.S.). We have left Novaya Zemlya, to general relief, and are sailing down the west side of the island to resume our eastward course. No one enjoyed our sojourn in [more…]
Fiction
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Eleven
Joe Malone is finishing up at the home of Super-Remainer, Lord Marmon-Herrington Bixby. He has discovered papers, passports, and a pistol in Lady Bixby’s safe. And a box of polished diamonds. Lady Bixby has changed [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 19
March 29th, 1810 (March 17th O.S.). We have good news brought by one of the Count’s agents returning from St Petersburg. A suitable ship has been found and purchased, and is now on her long [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Ten
Private Inspector Joe Malone, is investigating the disappearance of the husband of Lady Bixby. He is at her fabulous home in Stanmore, North London. Lady Bixby has been tipsy and flirtatious. But helpful and apparently [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 18
December 22nd, 1809 (December 10th O.S.). Count Bagarov has taken Fred’s advice about using a bomb ship to penetrate the North-East Passage, and has sent one of his agents to St Petersburg to try to [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Nine
Private Investigator Joe Malone is at the house of Lady Bixby, in North London. He is investigating the disappearance of lead remain campaigner and founder, Lord Marmon-Herrinton Bixby. Lady Bixby has been surprisingly flirtatious as [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 17
November 21st, 1809 (November 9th O.S.). Count Bagarov was delighted by our reception by the Tsar. From an obscure minor courtier lurking in the corners of the state rooms of the Winter Palace, he has [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Eight
Vanessa Bixby put down her wine glass and rested her pert behind against the stool edge. “I’m sorry Joe. I’m quite worried about him, I really am. Still no call or message. Sometimes he’s been gone [more…]
19th Century
A Bear’s Diary – Part 16
November 16th, 1809 (November 4th O.S). This morning a gorgeously attired equerry from the palace cantered up to our tumbledown shack on a shining black horse to deliver a wafer of thick cream-coloured pasteboard with [more…]