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I sat there more nervous than I’ve ever been. Some git taxi driver at the next table was shouting for his egg and chips. I caught Julie’s wrist as she put my mug of tea down on the table. I … Continue reading →

From the observation deck, the star seems only a little brighter than usual. Through the polarised filters and shielding, close enough to touch, filling the entire space. Safe. Comforting. Unlike the truth of it. The destructive power of it; awesome … Continue reading →

8, Napier Terrace Whitechapel London 3rd September 1896. My dear friend Abraham, concerning the grisly events occurring in London in your absence, I shall conclude my account, knowing that as you read it, you will doubtless think me mad. I … Continue reading →

“Isaac, we’ve already had this conversation.” Mayweather. I always thought of her as a good station commander. For a scientist. She seemed so young now. “Isaac! Are you listening to me?” Isaac. From Ishaq: “he will laugh.” How often have … Continue reading →

I believe in one God, the Father almighty, maker of heaven and earth and of all things visible and invisible- Anjuron was thankful for the descending darkness as he made his way through Jerusalem’s streets, as the guards set the … Continue reading →