The night was humid and both felt that a leaden pall had come down of the Thames as it had in their stomachs. A hell of a lot was riding on their performance tonight, As they scurried along, Brock wondered out loud, “I hope we have picked the right place…” Arlain was the better of him [...]
New chapter of Stealing Time - Arlain and Brock set a trap.
The latest chapter of the sci-fi thriller starts: The Crystal Palace's decoration was beyond description. For, amongst the satin drapes, were over 100,000 treasures from every corner of the world including a stuffed elephant, crystal fountain and a huge chunk of gold from Chile. However, everyone wanted to see Koh-i-Noor diamond reputed to be worthy [...]
This posting inspired me..... “When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. He sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. [...]
The Prologue to 'Stealing Time': The Iron Curtain fell with a resounding clang in just one night. That evening, the world's televisions showed jubilant crowds heading past impotent border guards and towards the rich shops of West Berlin. 'The genie is well and truly out of the bottle', thought Mikhail Gorbachev. And where does [...]
Brock rides into danger in the new chapter of 'Stealing Time': Next morning the whole household was up and ready early. This was the big day of the opening of the Great Exhibition and his lordship's open carriage arrived at the door sharp on nine, bright and shining. Brock sat with his back to the [...]
Background history to my Jacobean romance of Traitor's Love https://youtu.be/YptNONmnXH0
Just released from prison, he looked for the last time at his beloved Chastleton. He had to sell his house to pay his fine. But he had admitted to plotting so that Queen Elizabeth's successor would be a Catholic. He was lucky only to lose his estate. He could have been hung, drawn and then quartered. Yet he [...]
The palm reader bleeped and the steel door clicked ajar. Mark Alfred Evans MP pulled on the handle with more confidence than he felt. The buzz in the Secure Conference Room was deafening. On sighting their Minister of the Crown, the melee of uniforms and government grandees hushed to a dull roar. The head man [...]
Douglas Cumpsty 