I enter deeper into the Dark Forest, aware that blood-thirsty predators are strung out in a line behind me. I stop for a moment to catch my breath, to gather my thoughts, to allow my eyes to adjust to the… Continue Reading
Robert Murdoch stood awkwardly at attention in the manager’s office of Predator Pensions. Robert’s boss, Mr Penrose, had not offered him a seat, which he viewed as a bad omen. As for Mr Penrose, he was standing with his back… Continue Reading
York, 1589 The door to The White Rose tavern flew open. Burbage, the aspiring actor, hurried inside in a flurry of snow, his cloak pulled tightly about him. His eyes searched the dimly lit hostelry, seeking out his friend, the Moorish playwright… Continue Reading
Nathan Harker was propping up the bar at the Carfax Arms public house. He was on his third pint of lager and had been complaining about his wife incessantly since midway through his first. “I don’t know why I ever… Continue Reading
On the steps leading from Bank Tube Station’s north exit, Ralph Jones instantly recognised the woman barging past him. Her swarthy Middle Eastern features were infamous, as were those fathomless, deathly black eyes. “Oi! It’s Nadeen What’s-Her-Name,” shouted Ralph, pointing… Continue Reading