Grey Time He was gone again, into grey time. Running over the spiky grass, forgetting that bushes were like iron bars as he tried to push through them and shredded his hands and legs and hip… Crashing and slicing into iron-like obstacles and knee-high grass that owed more to upright cutlasses than herbage. Realising he had to calm down and think and get on a track; follow the pathway into town… At least she won’t be getting any further away while I’m in grey time, he was tryi

FREE on Kindle Select, or splash a little cash on eBook, Paperback or Audiobook Fort Breganna Dropped to one knee… Kyre’s head exploding in violent light and pain. Clutching at his head; gripping the cutlass hilt with iron fingers. Not now! Not now! The original splitting of his skull – back to cripple him; the shattering, fiery fingers within. Gasping, and frantic to recover. I need to be fast. Fast. Now! Not four-dozen paces away, the outer gates of the brigand fort burst

32 tales with a tricky twist Traffic was never that bad as a rule. My little Nova was nippy enough, but it didn’t fly over cars, lorries, buses and diversions in the middle of town. So. Of course. By that time, the four parking spots outside the office were taken. First time ever. Never been before at this time, of course. But I’d allowed an hour extra more than my trial trip. I stamped my foot— Oops, on the accelerator; checked my mascara, and considered my options for an em