- Cold Fire – Peter R. Ellis at Leominster Library
- Instrument of Peace audiobook now available
- meticulous and painfully familiar – Pen Tynan’s (sort of) review of SmartYellow™
- “a fantastical story with plenty of excitement” – review of Instrument of War on Risingshadow
- “a meaty, classic collection” – review by Brian Clegg of John Gribbin’s Don’t Look Back
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I got the letter this morning from one of the big five. This is the ms they accepted. To Kill a Mockingbird Machine wash at 40 degrees on a fast spin. Wash separately. Iron. It’s going to be published as … Continue reading
Mr Cricklewood ran his fingers over the paper. Raising the letter to his nose he breathed in and let the smell transport him to bluebells, birdsong, young love. Sighing he replaced the letter in the envelope, slipped it back with … Continue reading
He was watching Master Chef when it appeared over his retina. At first his brain miscalculated and inserted the angel fish into the programme, where it swam through the steaming crust of the Mockingbird pie. Then after a moment the … Continue reading
No-one would believe him but Albert Mockingbird had discovered the elusive Hawking Particles whilst visiting his great aunt at Scunthorpe. He’d spotted them next to her bed floating with her false teeth. He could recall the precise eureka moment with … Continue reading
Her chest rises and falls marking out time with the movement of air, muscle: the unbidden will to live. Before her the door is bricked in, the window boarded and sealed, the old lime wall drunk on carbon dioxide. Around … Continue reading
High above the barricade a flock of mockingbirds marked out a halo to the urban sprawl. Ripples of static on two-way radios mingled with the hum of traffic circling the cordoned off area. Then silence for a moment as everything … Continue reading
The thud is the first thing I hear as my ‘system reboots’ – although I prefer to say as I wake up – although of course not out aloud, no need to call undue attention to myself. Downstairs the white … Continue reading