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PROLOGUE :



I couldn’t believe it. Stunned and confused, my mind ra

If this carries on I’ll end up like poor old Adolf. He topped six million and no one knew about it at the time. It mu

September 24, 2008

Susanna Einstein, Literary Agent

LJK Literary Management

I really couldn’t decide what to do with Miss Muffett.



Should I tell him how disappointed I

Scene: The District Council Recycling Centre. London/Essex borders

DAVE

That morning I was meeting a new client, Semelia Browning. She had made a name for herself, staring in a couple of film noi

I really thought I’d found her. The next one I mean, just by using the internet. I love the internet. It’s so a

When our society fails we will hide the evidence of our mistakes.

Josh sat in the cool green grass with his kn

Chapter 1 – The dead tell tales

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump-

- The

Such a squealer! She sounded like a cross between a small pig and a Swiss yodeling competition. I’m sure sometimes sh

Who’d have thought there’d be so much fat? And so greasy. It took seventeen bottles of Fairy Liquid just to cle

Chapter 1

The black Intrepid darted through the mid-day traffic on at a reckless pace. FBI Agent

Chapter 1

Sandra Melona knew when she saw the cars backed up on the off -ramp that somethi

How to get rid of the body?



The murder bit’s the easy part. As long as you’re fairly q

August 31, 2008

Dear Ms. Einstein:

I am seeking representation for my first novel, a partially co

Preface
The man jerked awake suddenly.  The searing pain in his head turned to a persistent pounding that

The cards were on the table
in a house to hard to change,
where 38’s were loaded ,
also noted for

She does not sleep at night. Little does anybody know she has a horrible secret clawing its way around inside her head. She

Chapter 1
Abandoned warehouse, San Diego California
December 8th 2002
‘Do you know who I am?’ Chimera

The night air was not biting at Raymond Cain’s neck as he stared at the abandoned fair from his perch on the hill. It was

  I knocked on the door, a quiet, cowardly knock.  There was no reply.  After five minutes, s