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Hare and Hounds

Kate ran, choosing no direction, trusting to her luck and to the darkness. By the time she reached the wire she had more faith left in her famous luck than in the darkness that had seemed so complete from the doorway, for the promised cloud had broken, the night grew brighter around her with every […]

Iain Shaw, a product of the Roadshow

By Alex Brightsmith December 22, 2013 Leave a comment

I’ve mentioned the Katie ‘n Pasha Roadshow once or twice – perhaps not here – the daydream I step into when I’m waiting for a train or stuck in a queue, the twenty year soap opera of Kathryn Blake and Pavel Tomeckova and the slow dance of their intersecting lives. Sometimes it’s directly useful, and […]

Introducing Morgane Quiniou

By Alex Brightsmith December 14, 2013 Leave a comment

It was a beautiful plan, and from the moment I saw it I’d been looking forward to working with the officer who drafted it – well, how was I to know? That was how it was presented. Our plan. Our people. And it was a beautiful plan. When the day came I arrived early and […]

Blake, on choosing dragons

By Alex Brightsmith December 14, 2013 Leave a comment

Pass the bottle, Davie, and let’s not talk about the girl. It’s been too long since we had a night for this, a night to not quite talk shop, a night for dragons. Isn’t that what you signed up for, Davie? Isn’t it what we all signed up for, slaying dragons? Only I think perhaps […]

References – a Find the Lady teaser

By Alex Brightsmith December 11, 2013 Leave a comment

Thierry Dupois? He’s a good man, though he might try to persuade you otherwise. He’ll tell you that he just drives trucks. Don’t let him tell you that. He’ll fall rather easily into what he calls his obedient muscle role – and you may find it convenient to allow that, now and then, because he […]

VisDare / Introducing Hal

By Alex Brightsmith December 1, 2013 Leave a comment

Hal Marchant looked at the moon, hanging bone white in a washed-out dawn sky the colour of his mentor’s eyes, and knew two things. He must be dangerously overtired to be distracting himself with unhelpful comparisons. And he was late. He curled deeper into the inadequate cover of the bare winter bushes, surveying the fields […]