Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Nineteen
Sir Alan agreed with Mandelson. “Marmon has a file full of metaphorical green ink letters. All sorts of evil wished upon him.” “I didn’t see any such file in his home,” I told them. “That’s [more…]
Thriller
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Eighteen
Private Investigator is at the Reform Club. A guest of Lady Vanessa Bixby, as she meets with her diner guests. Mandelson and Stuart. So finally I stood up. Lifted the tray from the waiter’s hands [more…]
Arts
The Unseen Path – Publication
The first Going Postal serialised novel – The Unseen Path – is now published and available to purchase. It was serialised over the course of about 11 months in 2017/18, and ran to about 180,000 [more…]
Fiction
Joe Malone, Part Two
This tale is in the near future. The United Kingdom has left and not left the European Union. The country is united by division. Everything is just like it is today, only more so. The [more…]
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…]