NB: Cover image is my own creation from Creative Commons media. Sequel to The Huxley Letters , detailing the honeymoon travels of airship pilot Lady Clara and mill worker turned heroic nobleman Sir Christopher "Kit" Morland. The New Year starts with the Morlands exploring the East, whilst Montague's past returns to haunt him.
The woman of Calban's dreams, Clarella the lawyer, seems to be available suddenly, but the moment is soon lost and he is left in confusion. This is set in Marta City, in the continent of Gallanol, where long hours of work and an overdeveloped economy have made life very dull indeed. The Neo Creadds hope to encourage change in society and an improvement in the quality of life.
“I don’t have to sell my soul, he’s already in me.” I didn’t make it back to school for a few days. Dad wanted to storm up there and talk to the head...
What else is hidden away as Jack Fry and Sir Perfun Dale follow the notations of an old diary. This time they must travel to find the prize at the heart of the shadowy UPU.
"If only tonight we could sleep, in a bed made of flowers" I don’t mean to upset mum but that doesn’t override the fact that my shirt and tie are...
Calban's interest in Clarella, the lawyer, is detected by Vera, his mentor, who encourages him to be more confident. This is set in Marta City, in the continent of Gallanol, where long hours of work and an overdeveloped economy have made life very dull indeed. The Neo Creadds hope to encourage change in society, and an improvement in the quality of life. until now Calban has been a victim of society.
Rome was burning. Nero practised his violin to keep his mind off the ruin of his great city. Meanwhile Trump tried to cut taxes for the rich businessmen, desperately slashing Obamacare. Then the virus came.....!
"Everywhere I hear the sound of marching charging feet, boy. Because the summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy." My...
(Based on/ influenced by the lyrics of the famous 1979 track by The Damned) They’re closing the schools They’re storing the books The church is empty...
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