When night’s shadows fall
Usually Peppi had guests for Christmas, and so he would come to visit them, knowing they would not come to him. They would hear, if it were fine enough for them to be out in...
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April 16th will see the centenary of the birth of Sam Youd, better known as the dystopian and YA writer, John Christopher. When he died in 2012, Sam left behind 56 published novels and a...
‘How do you feel about returning to London like this?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Moved? Excited?’ ‘No. Numb, rather. A feeling of wanting to get it over and done with.’ ‘I am excited by the idea,’...
Neither Carlow nor Prentice was in the camp area. It seemed fairly clear what had happened. They had taken their automatics, and a good supply of ammunition and of food. ‘The fools,’ Abonitu said. ‘How...
‘It is a short swim back to shore. Perhaps your Governor will give you a drink of his whisky when you get there.’ One of the men, a small swarthy man, said: ‘You don’t need...
‘You said he’s wily, but not intelligent. He told me about the deportation scheme. That was quite bright. Someone else’s?’ The Colonel paused. ‘Yes.’ ‘It has the flavour of a military mind. Yours?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Over...
‘How many now?’ ‘I can tell you to the last one. Five hundred and forty-five. And eighteen kids expected before summer – four of them mine.’ Andrew said: ‘And the other forty-four thousand five hundred?...
Carlow and Prentice were sitting near Andrew, and he saw them exchange looks. ‘Proper bloody Karno’s mob,’ Prentice muttered. ‘Hope you can flogging well swim, china,’ Carlow said. ‘You may have to.’ ‘Black bastards,’ Prentice...
‘It sounds risky.’ ‘Yes. Will you go, Andrew?’ ‘In what capacity?’ ‘An expedition needs documentation. I am quite a good camera-man. You will pass as one, with my help. And my uncle is the Minister...
The waiter brought their drinks over – service was prompt here – and Andrew rattled the ice in his glass. ‘The Albert Hall, Abo,’ he said, ‘coupled with the Albert Memorial.’ Abonitu raised his glass...