Craeghatir: a lonely rock, far out on the northernmost tip of Britain; the closest point of land to it, the wild, storm-ravaged Cape Wrath. To call this place bleak is the understatement of a lifetime. Huge cliffs dominate its shores, but within there are green tracks linking secret valleys where...
‘We get raped from time to time. There’s nothing we can do about it. It goes with the territory.’Lucy regarded her askance from the other side of the café table. Even given the mess Tammy was in – her hair a frenzy, her eyes red and bleary, cheeks streaked with clotted mascara – this was an astou...
‘He got the idea he’d washed up in some hellhole, surrounded by society’s worst.’Heck sipped his coffee. ‘Wembley, a hellhole? I’ve seen a lot worse.’‘Exactly. Sounds like he’d lost it.’Heck contemplated this as they sat together in the National Crime Group canteen. It was lunchtime on the day af...
Eager to partake of this feast, the godless things that swim in dark and unseen places … Childeric AD 1099 Jerusalem, the navel of the world, the sacred city of Christians, Jews and Moslems alike, might have been worth the wearying journey to reach it had its alleys not swarmed with flies, its ...
It was a Lexus LS, and the property of one Errol Buchanan, who, according to observations by Scotland Yard’s Organised Crime Division, had been involved in car-ringing operations for the best part of a decade. The Lexus, which would initially have been stolen, was now – on paper at least – Buchan...
At least, that was the sort of thing they said if they were bragging to mates at parties, or if the coppers caught them and tried to lay a guilt trip on them. They did what they did. They didn’t go out looking to hurt anyone, but if people got in the way, tough fucking shit. They pinched motors a...
It was a maypole in name only. It comprised a tall timber post, painted white, with a pink twirl around it. A few ribbons had been dangled from it to indicate its purpose, but these were inconsequential. The most obvious item of interest was perched on top, about twelve feet in the air. When Heck...
Long before they got there, even deep amid branches so tangled they managed to lose sight of each other, they could see the wavering glow of a huge fire some distance ahead. When Heck finally staggered, panting, into Hetherby Close, he found that Hazel and the rest of the villagers had also disca...
Her own people had no time for him, seeing only a despot and conqueror who betrayed his own chivalrous ideals with acts of cruelty and barbarism. But the English had a different view of their ultimate liege-lord. They regarded him as a great war-leader, but also as a font of justice. Any man, it ...
