Transformers: The Shattered Veil
One 20:36 Thursday, October 26, 1967 Albert Embankment, London Amidst a haze of sodium orange thrown upon the street by the ancient Sturgeon lamps, a young woman stepped smartly through […]
One 20:36 Thursday, October 26, 1967 Albert Embankment, London Amidst a haze of sodium orange thrown upon the street by the ancient Sturgeon lamps, a young woman stepped smartly through […]
I remember quite clearly the moment when I first realised that the zombies – an entirely inappropriate term but a convenient one – were, for want of a better word, […]
One “A man cannot be more than he is. This is the first truth. Yet, a man must be all he can be. This is the first duty.” Collected Teachings […]
“Hello, Athmeno.” The priest gazed at him with a searching look, calm but penetrating in its intensity. Then it moved across his massive, bare shoulders and his face split in a grin. “They’re not clothing prisoners any more?”
Athmeno cast his eyes down to the linen breeches he wore against modesty, then over to the folded clothing which lay on the bed-slab near the wall, acting as a pillow. “It itches. I figure if I’ve not time enough left, then I shan’t spend it itching, Father.”