Feet of Clay…

Seems apt for the times…

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The Parnethon, Athens

The mighty Acropolis provided the firmest of foundations for Athenian people-power

“Democracy,” as Winston Churchill famously observed, “is the worst form of government except for all those other forms that have been tried.” And if any city can lay claim to being the cradle of this ‘least imperfect’ method of ordering society, then it is surely Athens.

The Greek capital is, after all, where a form of democracy worthy of the name was first invented, where it was taken furthest, and where it lasted longest in the ancient world.

How long will it stand?

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Part of a New, New book…

Not yet proofed but it makes me feel good to let it breathe. PS I don't want Stephen King stealing it. Perchance to dream... On the night after I had seen the carnage of the woodpigeon, I dreamt that I was flying through the sky on a night that was not lit by a helpful... Continue Reading →

When you really are mad…

There was once a wise king that ruled over his people who resided in a vast citadel. The king was feared for his might and admired for his wisdom. And all his subjects revered him. The citadel had one source of water which was a well in the centre. In the mornings people would gather... Continue Reading →

I think that it is complete…

Just looking at cover designs. Is there anyone out there that is prepared to design a cover for my latest book? “Now you are ready for the woods, my friend. You will be cold as it is now winter there. The children have hidden themselves until the return of the sun, but the old woman... Continue Reading →

Once Upon A Time…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

Aint afraid of no ghost…

From Lovely, Dark and Deep The sleep that arrived was grudging, it didn’t want to cede ground or pave the way into a satisfying respite from the happenings that swirled around me. The memory of pain and the absolute exhaustion was mixed with the apprehension of my dark-hour journeys to come. And then there was... Continue Reading →

Dark and Deep…

I had never thought of him as being a talker, all those centuries alone in the woods would have made talking a redundant function. He may have talked to himself but that may have been a little risky in such a dark place. I was coming around to the understanding that these woods were the... Continue Reading →

Just my imagination…

Could be my imagination telling me that I had posted this…

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“You left him in the woods. He is alone now. You have to find him.”

There was one very obvious question, but I could not ask it. I could not ask anything because as soon as she had arrived, she was gone. The light was gone. My room was gone. The safety of my bed had been blown away and I was left stranded on the carpet of corpses that formed the forest floor. She had sent me back to save a boy whose name I did not know. I had been safe and now I was not. At least it appeared that I was able to stand.

A moon sat above me. The tree canopy, which had previously been a formidable barrier, had opened to allow traces of light fall through. It was a hint of illumination but that was all that was needed for the scene to take…

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