A shell-shocked Andy Bowson and his two colleagues were recovered by the emergency services twenty-five minutes after their captors had left them. Stunned by falling debris, lightly burned by the fireball that passed over them, [more…]
“It depends what you are hunting, but yes we started to increase our defences, most of all in the last dozen years or so. We had some wealth now to invest in trade with our [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 5 Orosius’ Castle, the following Morning. Enter OROSIUS, TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY and JESSICA, and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS.
It was no use; the waiting and the wondering were killing him. The police could be following him already, waiting to pick him up any minute. How much did they know? They didn’t seem to [more…]
Sally Bowson couldn’t settle that afternoon. Over a late lunch she had pressed both Martha and her husband about the priest-monk’s fables. They had smiled patiently, confirming them, insisting that those in Holy Orders would [more…]
ACT 1 SCENE 4 A small Rowing Boat on the high Seas. In it are TILDA, VULPECULA, ETTY, JESSICA, and MAISIE with little VUSILLUS. TILDA and ETTY are at the Oars.
‘Henry’ switched off the news feed on his laptop. That press release put out by the PM’s office! Whatever had possessed them? He must try to find out. It was crudely transparent, wildly unnecessary, surely? [more…]
Brother Peran, as he introduced himself, was unlike any pre-conception of a monk she had ever held. He had sat her down on a leather chair in his vestry while he boiled a kettle on [more…]
Aw us polis lads usually jist have oor bithdae parties in the stashun cos we cannae dae f**k aw these days in public withoot some wee c**t filmin’ it aw on some f**kin phone an’ [more…]
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