IT PAUSES, MONDAY BEFORE EASTER, HOLY WEEK An early morning start for the whole household, Martha, Iltud, Sally, Josey, Narin and an insistent Sam, who refused to be left behind; fresh clothes, big breakfasts, [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 3 The Entrance of the Royal Palace at Purdonium. Enter GONBAD, in a Chariot drawn by twelve of his Wives chained together.
At least Lena hadn’t done a runner, nor did she seem to be having second thoughts, she had just lapsed into fatalistic passivity, as if having made this one big decision her life could continue [more…]
“Hi Lena, how are you?” She had been a couple of minutes late and, due to constant demands from her work tablet for her attention, hadn’t been able to prepare herself for what could be [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 2 A wooded Hill above Tritium, overlooking the Valley of the River Drongo. Enter TILDA, VULPECULA and JESSICA.
She picks up straightaway; she guesses who it is, although it’s very rare for him to call her at work. Thanks for calling back; he was going to call her anyway. How is she, has [more…]
ACT 3 SCENE 1 The Town of Tritium, in the North of Uraemia, on Market Day. TRADERS are at their Stalls.
By the time Sam got back, filthy, wet, tired and beaming from the day’s exertions, the fragile atmosphere that had pervaded the house had relaxed at least a couple of notches. Sally explained to him [more…]
He was in the outskirts of Istanbul today, making sure that the logistics and recruitment pipeline, which began here and lanced through the bowels of Europe into those vital organs of the west; Britain, France, [more…]
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