Master Hunter excerpt – Hunting Shaw

As I approached the short jetty from beneath, moonlight glinting through the spaces between the boards to paint me in zebra stripes, I made an effort to calm my ragged breath, and move slowly. The boathouse had a lower deck, a short set of wooden steps leading down to a wooden platform. Firelight was flickeringContinue reading “Master Hunter excerpt – Hunting Shaw”

The Sim

Decker was in over his head. This was nothing novel, or even particularly new. As a result, he was almost comfortable as he watched Shen scurry like a termite beneath his boots. He tapped his foot against the deck as he looked through the one-way transparent decking of the chamber above the engineering deck. TheContinue reading “The Sim”

Hunting Shaw – Excerpt from Master Hunter

We were both up with the cockerel. The invisible bird’s cry rolled gently through the valley, joined by an early sheep. I rolled out of bed, pulled a heavy jacket over last night’s clothes and went downstairs to make a coffee. It was still dark outside, but there was already a light on in Shaw’sContinue reading “Hunting Shaw – Excerpt from Master Hunter”

The Ship

Customs took longer the second time through. But Eldred barely noticed. She was trembling, holding Bril against her heaving chest like a comfort blanket. Decker led the procession through the Berellian guards, who’d taken the opportunity to tool up with pulse rifles. Coalition drones hovered in the corridors, flechette guns pointing at nobody in particular.Continue reading “The Ship”

Master Hunter – Novel Excerpt

I didn’t have a hangover. There was probably something to be said about that. Judging by the crushed cans that crunched under the wheels of the morning traffic, and the shattered bottles of vodka and puddles of puke, I might be in a minority. I sat in a small square in an intersection between twoContinue reading “Master Hunter – Novel Excerpt”

Master Hunter – Opening

“It’s a beautiful world, isn’t it?” Forbes had to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the steady booming impacts of the quad-bladed rotor beating over the toughened glass of the cockpit. “If you say so.” I said, looking down over the dirty grey buildings, some squat and short, some monolithic enough for ForbesContinue reading “Master Hunter – Opening”