It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m supposed to die in bed, of old age. Constable John Scott gasped in agony as he tried to push his guts back through the savage tears in his stomach. The pain threatened to overwhelm him, and with a half-sob, half-retch, he vomited green bile. His scream was … Continue reading
I read a lot. IBS means that I can get through a fair number of books. Recently I bought a Kindle, as I was running out of space for my ‘real’books, and hated having to throw them out. Being a bit of a tight-wad, I immediately went to the free section on Amazon and downloaded … Continue reading
Matt Forbeck is a genius. Not in the ‘Enstein you’re so amazing’ type of way, nor even ‘Stephen, your concepts about the origin of the universe amaze and astound me type of way. No, Matt Forbeck is the type of genius who can go along to the Kickstarter website and say ‘I want to write. … Continue reading
Being hit hurts. That’s the whole point of hitting you hit someone to hurt them and stop them hurting you back. There are a number of things that you can do when being hit in the face. The first is to give in to the pain. Being hit hurts, even the biggest and toughest of … Continue reading
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