Category: John Christopher

The winter begins

The light was poor, the bulbs glowing dully on the inadequate voltage. He ruffled the pages back awkwardly, peering at dates and headlines – back through the early days of scientific reports, dubious prognostications, tucked...

A stranger in that fair country

They walked across the park, and Isaak spoke of youthful excursions to the Plänterwald. It was his intention, without being too obvious, to point the contrast. Then, that broad and formal beauty under wide blue...

Before you go east

He pointed to the gun. ‘That thing loaded?’ ‘Both barrels.’ ‘All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword. Matthew 26: 52. You feel like some food, a drink maybe, before you go...