Category: John Christopher

Just a bit louder

She asked: ‘What do you want me to say?’ He leaned forward a little. The table was far enough from the others for their conversation to be private when spoken quietly. He did this now,...

Long live the Commander!

Ape said: ‘All right. Sort yourselves out.’ His voice was unforced, casual. ‘Shove him in the ditch for now. Get your bikes jacked up.’ Rod stood up along with the rest. Those who could: one...

On his birthday, as well …

Rod did not pay much attention until he realized that the call was from Bridge House, and that something unusual, perhaps shocking, had happened. After that, he listened, but could not make much sense of...

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...

disappointed woman

Is it true?

‘I’m leaving today.’ ‘But the contract …’ ‘No contracts are enforceable any more. You know that.’ ‘But why today? What’s the urgency?’ ‘All God’s work is urgent.’ ‘Urgent today, but not yesterday?’ ‘Until the call...