Némésis – Part 13
The Syrian Governorate Raqqa, December 2017. The city of Ar Raqqa Scheherazade Wherever she went in Raqqa, Ripley was constantly followed and almost inundated by children. She had made a mistake, even though she had [more…]
The Syrian Governorate Raqqa, December 2017. The city of Ar Raqqa Scheherazade Wherever she went in Raqqa, Ripley was constantly followed and almost inundated by children. She had made a mistake, even though she had [more…]
The Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Halward had spent a long time on the satellite comms link the previous night, as it took a considerable amount of time for the data-heavy image and [more…]
The discoveries of ISIL atrocities described below have all happened and have been recorded by the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom. “They came to destroy”: ISIS Crimes Against the Yazidis. While the UN [more…]
A gentle reminder that this is fiction. I don’t make moral judgements on fictional characters, especially those operating in a morally ambiguous setting. If you find it upsetting, read the comments instead, although I know [more…]
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Ellis raised his carbine to kill the man who had dropped the grenade. It was a futile gesture because in the confined space of the [more…]
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Darkness was falling and they could smell the petro-chemicals from the oilfields out to the west. The winds had shifted round from the north and [more…]
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 When Major Halward woke up the following morning there was frost on his sleeping bag. It was still dark while he pulled on his boots, [more…]
Ash Shaddadi, the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 They crossed the Kahbur River about five kilometres south of Ash Shaddadi at 08:45 the next morning. Ripley had picked up on the mood of [more…]
Northern Iraq and the Syrian Governorate of Al Hasakha, December 2017 Ripley lay in the tarpaulin hammock, underneath an overhead poncho they had used to keep the sun out of her eyes. They were sensitive [more…]
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