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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 →
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 →
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 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 →
When she was a girl San-min saw her father explode. It was the moment he kissed the neon. A shower of sparks – flames all across the corrugated rooftops of the urban village. Old Cantonese walls, alleyways where girls waited for business, roads clogged with tangled-together bicycles, networks of the rubber tendrils of the power... Continue Reading →
They had taken a human prisoner, which at once Vya was interested in, too interested in, she knew, perversely so, everyone else knew, but there was no helping it, for long ago she had devoted herself to the Almighty Vhod, who had decreed that knowledge was the first objective, and so it was, wasn’t it,... Continue Reading →
Everyone in the community knew there was something wrong with the Chan woman. Nobody could quite name what it was – oh, she had a nice husband, didn’t she, that young woman? Didn’t they get on well, those two? He, Lung Ka-ming, worked at a marketing firm, the community understood, and brought in good money,... Continue Reading →
It is half past seven in the evening, Nanking time, and Captain Hans von Kaulbach stands near the stern of the SMS Lettow-Vorbeck, surveying the dismal fog that wreathes the Bay of Tsintau, his arms stiff behind his back and a cigarette between his teeth. The ship sits uneasily, a grey silhouette as calm as... Continue Reading →
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