‘What?’ snaps Margo, gaping at Rolf, her cat-green eyes swirling wells of anger, shock, dismay. Rolf licks his lips. ‘The second Moe stepped into this room with this letter we were removed from… Read More
The note from Andreus unfolds in Rolf’s hand along well-worn lines of creasing, elegant as a fan. Margo and Moe see only the object; soft cream paper, made tan at the edges by… Read More
Sucked from the incoherent roar of the streets, the steamy interior of Randall’s is quiet as breath, enfolds Moe gently as arms. The musky scent of books is a balm to soothe the… Read More
I wrote a rather odd little number for Colin Barnes City of Hell Chronicles, Volume one. I thought it might be interesting to use this particular story to share a little of the… Read More
Existence is smoke and all are fireflies in its belly. Time is not so much a thing as a state of mind. There are but membranes between all the worlds and the man… Read More
Great lights, they saw Hovering weighless, giant as clouds. Bruise purple sky peppered rain, a glistening glass shower, made crystalline in light reflections. And then, darkness, resonant thrumming like the drums of a… Read More
What do I remember about being small? The sheer size of everything. The scope. The mind blowing range of the world around me. How everything felt fresh, wild, new and wonderful all at… Read More
There is nothing so eloquent as silence. Eons nestled in the thick grip of that very state have taught it this valuable knowledge. For the Earth speaks and, without silence, it cannot be… Read More
Look. That’s what it says to you. It says ‘look’. It’s a voice compelling as a crooked finger. Whether willing or unwilling you are doomed to obey. What is it? Fascination. To a… Read More
Click clack. Margo’s back. Heels smack the pavement, hard as gunshots. Striding fast, furious sparks, fire and brimstone. Brimming with rage cold as the heart of an iceberg. Crashes into Randall’s, bell going… Read More
