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”

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”

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”

The Brotherhood – Second excerpt

“Your Eminence, I really think-“ the young man spluttered on the other side of the heavy oak desk. His mop of thick dark curls was in disarray, and his plump face was crimson with his entreaty. Cardinal Claudio Vivaldi thought it lent him the hue of an overripe tomato. “Thankfully, the Lord did not putContinue reading “The Brotherhood – Second excerpt”

The Brotherhood – Opening

His eyes fluttered open to the opening bars of Schubert’s “Ave Maria”. He groaned, turning over in his single bed and scrabbling at the alarm clock on the bedside table with trembling hands. The cold Winter dawn penetrating through the single pane lit on his liver-spotted forearm. He sighed, and the breath rattled in hisContinue reading “The Brotherhood – Opening”

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”