Biography
My Mate Asil
It was a fairly normal telephone call that started the whole thing: “We want to licence your software for use in Northern Cyprus and Turkey” OK , so far so good, and after a few [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Ninety
WEDNESDAY, THIRD MORNING AFTER EASTER He’d left the smuggling party behind on the way down to the valley, racing despite his heavy load, dawn was just arriving, a grey cloudy day, typical West Country [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Nine
The Turk was almost ecstatic, after all the set-backs, the doubts, only nine-eleven put this in the shade, and this was somehow more personal, more intimate, a stab at the heart of a major western [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Eight
The emergency sub-committee were all back in the main room: the ceasefire at Broadcasting House was over two hours old now and disparate reports were starting to be assimilated, an incomplete but increasingly coherent picture [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Seven
Why had he said that, the flood of relief perhaps at this unexpected, nay miraculous, escape from his impetuous stupidity? The man’s wife, a barely repressed desire to tell him she was safe? “I’ll report [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Six
Andy Bowson received the command and sprinted across the street, followed by the others. Visibility was returning, only the smoke billowing out from parts of the building giving them any cover from unseen gunmen that [more…]
Fiction
War Crimes – Epilogue Three
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again. Inevitably the country burst into flames. It started in the unpoliced cities that had largely become a [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Five
One of Andy Bowson’s team spotted movement through the settling dust high up in Broadcasting House and called out; Andy trained his carbine’s telescopic sight on it to see four half naked women lined up [more…]
Fiction
The Unseen Path – Part Eighty Four
Bowson heard through the radio that operational control was being passed to the military, they all knew what that meant. He was summoned back to the temporary situation base in the north-eastern corner of Cavendish [more…]