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Dear Comrade Winter, How are you? I write this letter because recent events have, as you know, been momentous, and I found myself worrying about you. This is not a time that you and I ever believed we would see, and our old discussions on the matter really do seem so quaint now – but... Continue Reading →
PART TWO: DOG DAYS Celine was aware of the outrage she should have felt at Mattie’s remark. She did not. She was aware of where Mattie’s eyes were, straight down her oversized blouse. That same warmth from the shower, which really had never left, felt to be rushing across her as if she were made... Continue Reading →
PART ONE: WOLF AND CUB They crept towards the cave against a hillside soaked in dusk. Blucher was on point, a huge shape compressed against the incline, wriggling to the ridge above them and peering over, his bulk and the bleak rock of the slope both painted red by the sunset far above. Dark shadows... Continue Reading →
Mattie racked the L129A1 and rested its stock on her shoulder and its bipod on the edge of the rooftop and leant forward and stared down the ACOG at the old eastern bloc cinema there on the west side of the square, sighing to herself, and she hit the PTT button in her earpiece and... Continue Reading →
In 1933, Austrian chancellor Engelbert Dolfuss, a short, generally unpopular man, founded a political party. Out of right-wing militias, traditional conservative parties, and landed estates, he put together an organisation called the Fatherland Front, which ruled the tiny, dysfunctional Republic of Austria (rechristened the Federal State of Austria) for five years until 1938, when Dolfuss’s... Continue Reading →
Upon the mountainside above the yawning abyss of the valley wherein the great necropolis of the Headless Saint lay as a shadow of brutal stone and sculpture with columns and pillars and mausoleums stretching on for countless miles beneath the fog, its highest reaches, the towers and spires of the battlements, piercing the turgid grey... Continue Reading →
Twilight of the Warriors: Walled In is a film that exists in two places at once. On the face of it a classic Hong Kong story of gangsters, urban decay, crime, corruption and explosive violence, the movie follows Chan Lok-kwan, a mainland refugee in Hong Kong who flees from the law in the unregulated chaos... Continue Reading →
It's finally here! Last week I put up my alternate-history detective novel, MANCHUKUO 1987, and someone out there reminded me that doing a blog post on it wouldn't be a bad idea. So if you're somehow on here but not on my Twitter, here's a short introduction (links below) - The year is 1987. It... Continue Reading →
The Queen’s Truth: It is a proud day for citizens of the British Empire, as we celebrate sixty years of the battle against Nazi tyranny, and a happy one too, especially here, in Hong Kong, where Chung Nam Cybernetics has announced a new and improved model of non-combat Kwei-Lei, the Ching-Ting, which will come in... Continue Reading →
In 2015, before the Great British Decline had become so obvious that everyone in the world knew about it, before Brexit, Johnson, COVID, etc. but most importantly before the austerity policies of the 2010s – the Big Society of David Cameron’s Conservative-led coalition - had really shown the most of their devastating effects, Conservative chancellor... Continue Reading →
In the Italian province of Carnaro, music is a social and religious institution. – the Charter of Carnaro, Alceste de Ambris and Gabriele D’Annunzio - Dot was impossible. Midnight black. She hung from the side of the building staring down into the abyss. Rain kissing the soft tissue of her bare legs which were aglow... Continue Reading →
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