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Darlings. I am NEVER going to have time to finish this tale - my latest adventure with Max is proving to be very sticky - so to speak - and involves some awfully complex stuff with the Granolith. But I just couldn’t bear to leave you in the lurch, as it were, or on the stairs, almost in Liz’s bedroo...

Happy Hols my dears........ ______________________________________ As we filed into the lobby at the back of the Crash down, subdued like a line of adventure scouts after a long hike, Michael grabbed me by the upper arm, in real hostage taking fashion, and dragged me into the rest room. I’ve never s...

Several things crash through my head at this precise moment in time: firstly, there is the realisation that Max’s hand seems to fit perfectly over the glowing, silver imprint left by Murec. Secondly, that there is a very, very weird look on Max’s angelic, chiselled face, a premonition of something -...

Bone Hill House, Washington State. November 2018. Dearest Reader Look i am really sorry about this shocking, inexcusable, yet entirely necessary delay! There I was, writing out this latest installment of my life story, trying to sort of the various time lines on bits iof paper using string and color...

`Hey’ Max stood, half in shade; slightly tensed: the lights from the interior of the café struck his face in outline, teasing out the delicate power of his jaw and cheek bone. It literally took my breath away. And yet now I was taken with the sense of familiarity I had on seeing him, the sense of pa...

Jesus Christ!’ gasped Michael. `it’s like a nightmare version of Macbeth!! ’ I waved back quickly, if only to deter the little old lady from howling more obscenities in my direction. `There were only three witches in Macbeth , Michael.’ I corrected, pained, ready for another rollercoaster ride of hi...

We had three gruelling hours of interrogations and various tantrums: the first and most immediate was from Maria, who was so relieved to see the car retuned intact that she started crying and thumping Michael on the head. He took it rather well and the hair gel held up impressively. Bizarrely , when...

I am not sure how long it took Michael to pick up on the implied the plan. He sat holding his head for a while, like he had been smacked down with a baseball bat, and then he looked up, horrified. `No fucking way !’ he said, spitting slightly, so his lower lip shone tantalisingly in the gloom. `Look...

m REALLY sorry about the delay in this - I promise to get a move on!! -------------- `Bone hill house' repeated Murec-Brandon, `but we are not seeing it now - we are seeing it in the future. In 2006.' We all stood looking into the room, watching Max and Liz embracing. There was something vaguely emb...

really really sorry about the delay here - chaos and students, in that order!! As the guy bowed, Michael looked as if someone had either given him the finger or offered him a very large sum of money. But I realised it was the look of a guy who had never yet mastered the art of accepting a complemen...