Yes, Jack Vance is one of my favourite authors, and Mick van Houten‘s evocative and romantic illustrations added enormously to the editions I owned. To my mind Mick is one of the finest cover artists there is, his covers always … Continue reading
She Likes Shoes She likes them a lot. Clip-clat; the sound, the shape, the different ways you walk. The aroma, the textures of shoes. She likes shoes much more than feet – her own, yours, mine. Much more than Cara’s … Continue reading
When I was a young reader I soon learned to trust – or not trust – the reviews on the back of books. My default weekly selection at the local library was one anthology, one book with a bright yellow … Continue reading
I’ve know about this for ages so it’s lovely to finally be able to announce the launch of my SF novel, Shopocalypse. This will take place on Wednesday, 9th October, upstairs at theTwo Chairman, 1 Warwick House Street, SW1Y 5AT. … Continue reading
Number nine in the ‘Beyond the Streets’ sequence. The audio version is available here. A Second Chance If she had one regret it was that she had never experienced conversion. Not wanting to know, not needing, just curious to understand … Continue reading
This week I’m delighted to welcome guest narrator Jack Calverley, host and editor of the excellent Crime City Central audio fiction web site. You can listen to Jack’s narration here, or read the story below. Or you could do both, because … Continue reading
Mission Creep Frozen with shock Grant stared at the new prisoner – it was Skorzaney. Frightened and confused, Grant returned to his cell. Head in hands, he sat on his bunk and tried to think calmly. Skorzaney would only be … Continue reading
Having decided to make audio versions of the flash pieces after I’d started the latest sequence I’ve been in catch-up mode. This means there is no new flash fiction from me this week, but I do have an audio narration … Continue reading
The Desert Ancient, desiccated cacti crumbled to nothing under Amroye’s boot. The sand was freezing, icy air leached heat from her face. The low sun hadn’t moved for hours, a distant pale disk. It was the worst sort of lost. … Continue reading
Benny Checks In Benny gripped the stolen handbag and got in the queue. He’d got the itch, got it bad. He couldn’t bear it. He went back down the alley. It wasn’t fair. He’d sweated for that bag, he’d done … Continue reading
