We stormed into the building, sweeping the room, as our eyes adjusted to the dim light within. There was a cage at the far end, in it was a man stood arms by his sides, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. ‘Who are you?’ I asked ‘Max Wild, an agent of the Strategic Homeland … Continue reading
It took roughly 30 minutes for us to get the gas station to a point where it could be well-defended against anyone wanting to see what all the noise was about. Cee-bee radios still worked, way better than our ISAC network right now, and it was more than possible that one of the civilians could … Continue reading
The Banjolele is a strange instrument, but one that Lord Edenred loved to listen to, especially when it was being played by his faithful manservant, Burke. Standing at a mere five and a half feet, he was a methodical and meticulous man, making the most of the generous clothing allowance granted to him by his … Continue reading
“Jimmy! You’ve got to get off the streets, Spring Heeled Jack has put the word out, he’s after your head. I don’t know what you’ve done mate, but you’re fucking dead if you don’t hide.” Jimmy stared at the greasy little dipper standing in front him. Billy was not the sort of person you could … Continue reading
Due to attending local sci-fi events, I got talking to the wonderful and talented Marc Ducrow. I helped him out with some contacts and we kept talking over Facebook (such a wonderful tool). Then, when I was looking for a cover artist for Blaise Maximillian: Emancipation I asked him if he’d be able to take my … Continue reading