Read an extract from The Dead of Winter
—trust no one—(unless you want stabbed in the back) I never really wanted to be a police officer. Thick flakes …
—trust no one—(unless you want stabbed in the back) I never really wanted to be a police officer. Thick flakes …
It’s a bit depressing when one sits down to write a retrospective of the year past only to discover that …
WHO DO YOU TRUST WHEN EVERYONE IS GUILTY? It was supposed to be an easy job. All Detective Constable Edward …
If you’re not familiar with the term, “shovel list” it’s sort of like a “bucket list”, only instead of things …
There’s this weird point in a book’s life when it ceases to be a collection of words, carefully organised into …
Malcolm ran. One hand curled against his chest, the wrist swollen and aching, the fingers numb and almost black in …
WELCOME TO 2022 Happy New Year one and all. Let’s all hope that this year is decidedly less plague-ridden than …
‘We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.’ It’s been seventeen months since the Bloodsmith …
…. And if you’d like to get your sticky hands (or not so sticky, if you’ve recently washed them, which …