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The wagon rattled its teeth out on the corrugations of the western Iraqi desert. It was freezing—the kind of dry, biting desert cold that cuts...

Continued from Chapter 6: The Bungalow-6 | ABCtales Hawke tapped on the back door of No. 49A. Hales looked up from the kitchen worktop and motioned...

Chapter Ten. Nordon. Walking without magic was like walking blindfolded. Normally, Calizone could feel the pulse of the earth, the underground hum of...

Finding the Time Tunnel (1984) (1) We arrived in Glasgow, just before 7pm, that would give us time to get our travel bags to the B&B, one of the...

She sleeps a lot … not unhappy as in younger years … when …

Chapter Thirty-Seven ‘So you’re telling me you’ve no idea.’ Preston stared at Jacobs, then raised his eyes to the ceiling. Absolutely not.’ Jacobs...

The next morning, Calizone woke early, though not as early as her host. The widow was already up, moving briskly about the hearth and preparing...

People said the eclipse would be partial. Nothing dramatic. Nothing like the total ones he had seen on television, viewed from foreign deserts or mountaintops. There would just be a dimming. A bite taken out of the sun. Enough to make the morning feel strange, perhaps. But not enough to stop him going about his day.

Chapter Eight. Out of Time. A group of weary travellers sat near the hearth, clay mugs in hand, talking quietly. As Calizone passed them, she caught...