“Wait. Graham. I need you. People died to get me that last bound, it was developed under an anonymous patronage, and it’s had a terribly high cost.” “Shit, Emlen.” Graham rounded on him. “Are you dealing with Ransoms? Tell me. I’m already on the run from the ninjas—hunters—whatever—and you’re wanting to get me involved with that? Forget ale, I need a gin.” Graham feared that word. But he didn’t really know what a Ransom was.
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 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 11, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
No one had been down the hole since Hazmats'd poured their concrete over the contaminate some twenty years ago. No one else would have dared.
August 5, 2011 by Paul McLaughlan
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