Stephen and Kirsten wake up in a monastery in a remote part of Ireland with no memories, only to learn that there are no other people in the deserted area outside its gates, and someone--or something--is leaving bloodless corpses behind.
She was so locked in her own thoughts that she could have been struck by lightning and not noticed. She was thinking about things she’d never thought of before – big things, with capital letters, like Death, and Freedom, and Honour. Death was the main thing. They might all...
No, it wasn’t a knife. It was a narrow rectangle of … Jimmy almost laughed when he realised what it was. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it – a harmonica, shining in the morning sun. How it had got in the pocket in the first place he could only guess. Looted, like the coat itself, he...