The Bitter Peace had come six months ago, but you wouldn’t have known it looking at the people that surrounded Detective Inspector Blaise Maximillian. Even now, they scurried along the streets, lean-faced, most wearing the ration-issue uniform of the Imperial Volunteer Workers Corps. The yellow skin of Canary Disease marked many as having worked in … Continue reading
There was something about wearing a suit that Blaise loved. It didn’t matter that everyone owned one, that most men wore aspects of a suit no matter what time of the day, there was just something about them. He wondered whether it was the soft feel of the wool, or the slightly rougher feel of the … Continue reading
When I can, I walk to work. When I walk, I write. I used to write on my Nokia E71, but then a close friend gave me an iPod Touch and, since discovering the notes, I haven’t looked back. In fact, as mentioned in my previous post, I wrote most of Shattered Lands: Torquemaster Rising … Continue reading