Category: John Christopher

The Possessors

When the storm rages and the avalanche cuts off power and phone lines, no one in the chalet is particularly bothered. There are kerosene lamps, a well-stocked bar and food supplies more than adequate to last them till the road to Nidenhaut can be opened up…

The underground world

He said: ‘A light. Can you see it?’ His voice was different. Her own gaze had been concentrated on watching the patch of candle-light immediately in front of their feet. She looked up and saw...

No rock above

She looked at the place where rock and water almost met, doused the candle and put it away in her pocket and then, waiting no longer, plunged forward head first and began swimming under water....

A fatal choice

The pain tightened across her chest. There was nothing to say, and speech itself was an agony from which she shrank. For the first time since the fall, Albrecht spoke. His voice sounded dazed, almost...

Rockfall

Albrecht had nearly reached them. She looked down towards him now, watching him come up the last two or three feet. She could hear Henry, above her, shifting his position to make himself more comfortable....

Only blind groping

The pipe turned into a gallery. It was neither wide nor high, but it led upwards. It was also damp, with drops of water oozing through the ceiling onto them. Henry called another halt for...