Picture yourself (with a little man) in a boat on a river.

Hanny had made up her mind and taken leave of King Innocent. “Why are you leaving me girl?” asked the King. “Oh Majestic Majesty, King of Kings, Lord of the Dance, and Suzerain of Suspect Undies! I need to find myself! I need adventure beyond your nethermost sphincter! I seek a great Quest to beContinue reading “Picture yourself (with a little man) in a boat on a river.”

Updated version, ready for the sequels.

Kindle and paperback version uploaded to Amazon today. I will post links as soon as it is available. Some comments from first time round… “Just reading your novel…can’t remember the last time I laughed out loud reading a book!!! I’m hooked already and I’m only on page 7!!!” “It’s one of nature’s great ironies thatContinue reading “Updated version, ready for the sequels.”

29. Waiting; waiting for you.

Timelines run at funny angles. So do ley lines, allegedly. As for Chi lines they travel up and down your body like nobodies business. Railway lines are all curved and paid for out of government funding. Tramlines run through Manchester but not Liverpool. The Tram in Istanbul can take you from the Grand Bazaar toContinue reading “29. Waiting; waiting for you.”

26. For whom the Trolls Bell.

I suppose it was an artful escape. Hanny at her peak; though Peter would have preferred a peak at Hanny. He was so far out on the relationship now. He knew he owed her his life but could not be sure what she might want in return. If she demanded undying love he had itContinue reading “26. For whom the Trolls Bell.”

Reflections on words

I was going to start with ‘mirror’ but that is just a bad Physicists joke and I am a bad Physicist. When working through chapter 24 tonight and had to look up quite a few words. I love Google – I still remember sitting at home with an Oxford dictionary, a dictionary of etymology andContinue reading “Reflections on words”

The tale continues – I am back in Casablanca

 Chapter 23. Losing you.   When you’re on the road again you should have a code that you can live by. You can call it the Highway Code and make sure it is available from all good bookshops. When travelling on Uranus such a code would be totally useless, as the highways and byways and blokesContinue reading “The tale continues – I am back in Casablanca”

Chapter 8 – Dumbell Ena

The atmosphere inside the inn was very much like that of any Public House anywhere in the Known Universe. It was probably the same as any Public House in the Unknown Universe but that will never be known.. There was one major difference; you have to travel far and wide on earth to find aContinue reading “Chapter 8 – Dumbell Ena”

Chapter 7 -At the sign of the Slug and Rider.

The afternoon wore on and the Sun sank her heavy head toward the horizon. In a twirl of mysticism the Sun sang, and  she wants us all to know that she gets tired too and is glad of the night so she can rest. The quartet trudged south though still in high spirits. They wereContinue reading “Chapter 7 -At the sign of the Slug and Rider.”