Author: thesylepress

Like a Swiss Army knife

Jane was very conscious of their being alone together. Her parents had retreated into the other room, and she could hear the distant sound of the radio through the wall. They were not fond of...

The joy of comradeship

There were more than twenty of them travelling by train, but Martin was one of those who were with Brother James, in Brother James’ compartment. They meditated or sang hymns while the fields of England,...

Brothers in the Holy Spirit

There were so many new ones. Some Martin knew, because he had brought them in himself, but most of them were strangers. Strangers in the flesh, but brothers in the Holy Spirit. They filed in...

The gleam of steel

Cha-Cha’s face flushed above the beard. He put his hand out and up-ended the champagne bottle, its contents streaming out over Ape’s face and head. Then, as he started laughing in turn, Ape grabbed his...

Intimations of silence

He had half an hour alone with Hilda before the Commander returned: she had been put in a private room on coming back from X-ray. They had talked a lot, about the children chiefly, so...

The Tripods in foreign lands

2017 is the 50th anniversary of the publication of the first of John Christopher’s Tripods books, The White Mountains, and while the books have already been available in the UK for several years in digital...

Bloody tears to my eyes

Her hand came round as he turned his head to look at her, still laughing, and cracked against the side of his face. Jane said involuntarily: ‘Oh, no!’ She saw Rod start to move across...

A fair trial

‘How do you plead?’ the yob asked Rod and Micky. They did not reply. He looked up at the Commander. ‘What does that mean, m’Lud?’ ‘Call it Not Guilty. Get on with it, Nipper. What...

As a local government officer

‘They’re armed, aren’t they?’ ‘They’ve got some guns. We could get hold of some, ourselves. I know where to lay hands on a couple of shotguns, for a start.’ Windle fiddled with his pipe, not...