July 22, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
This is the start of a monthly series, where I’ll be putting up some non-Bibliotek work. Not the whole of any other book, but some tasters. This is from my novel The Miracle. I’ll tell you more about it another time, and let this speak for itself. Hope you like it, and, as per usual, if […]
July 18, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
So that’s kickstart week over, I’m now going to relax to a steady chunk of it per week. Watch out this Friday for the beginning of the monthly ‘other fiction Friday,’ too! This time it will be from my much calmer, elderly superhero novel The Miracle.
July 18, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Nanograph One Andy had never been much of an Author himself. Not that that’d stopped him being chosen for this mission. The employer having sent Julia to him with the material. He felt his stomach clench. Around the hard, finger length capsule in his gut. Just for once… Andy wished he was […]
July 16, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Have you ever rained down from a volcano? Graham hadn’t, not until they base-jumped from the tower amongst the new thermals which smashed them downward. Shades had thrown him something like a poncho and told him, “it knows what to do.” Blessed fashion, he thought, at least it knows what to do. […]
July 15, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Earlier that night, they’d taken a train to the hit. High on metamphetamines—on ultra-caff—they sleeked through the tiled wetroom of the London Underground; the non-Euclidean geometry of it. Graham had always believed that it brought cottage industry needle work to mind. Or blue, French pastoral china. He had not thought to laugh […]
July 14, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ * * * * * At the Indian dance she sat to his left, a little behind him, but leaning forward into his row. Turning her nose from a tepid splash of scentless sweat—from the jewelled net of inverted bubbles cast by the performers—they started to talk business. They spoke over the […]
July 13, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Facing certain death, because his life had fallen apart. Comparatively speaking. Literally—figuratively? Whatever! It hadn’t been long ago that he’d found himself, watching a performance by gorgeous college dance students, and approached by the Collective to join up. The dancers on the stage had appeared uncomfortable. It was a contemporisation of classical […]
July 13, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
<— Previous ~~~~~ Chapter One Graham was sure he was being followed. He turned around, I must be, looking back over the jagged twist of his vertebrae, tripping head long down the cobbled streets. Nothing was straight-edged in London—nothing but the edges of the straight razors he feared were just behind—there were no clear sightlines […]
July 12, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
And so we begin the actual posts (though follow the link back to the first part of Nanograph One if you don’t want to be lost.) I’ll be splitting the posts by ‘Nanograph’ short sections, and full ‘Chapters.’ Each post will have a .# after it to show which part of the whole section or […]
July 24, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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