A Deep Blue Sky

PART ONE Chapter 1 – Marked indelibly A kiss goodbye, your twisted shell As rice grains and roses fall at your feet – My Chemical Romance, Drowning Lessons When they were 11 years old, twins Sajan and Raveena Thapa had moved from Rochdale to South Manchester, leaving behind their cousins, close friends and schoolmates so their father could start a new job as the headmaster of the local secondary school. The twins now looked back at their time in Rochdale with rose tinted glasses, the memories they had were of friends and of good times, but their parents Talwar and Garima Thapa remembered things slightly differently. A time marked indelibly by thinly veiled racism, a time of scraping by and a time of tension in a home built for 4 but holding 6. Talwar Singh Thapa and his four children, the eldest brother Shoorveer, daughter Katha and the young twins Raveena and Sajan had left their small and cramped home and moved into a much larger house in a town on the inner side of the ring...

A Dark Blue Sky Prelude – The Light Was Mesmeric Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a madman I hear the voices when I’m dreaming, I can hear them say – Kansas, Carry on My Wayward Son @Saj_balla Hey  @killer_Art19  where r u bro? need to talk! @killer_Art19 @Saj_balla  wifi only here, with  @am_Rf_ru  will call tonight @Saj_balla @killer_art19 @am_RF_ru  need ur help, call me asap Arthur Killaine sat astride the worn leather sofa leg, staring at the screen of his mobile phone. The Wi-Fi strength strong, but as always as soon as he walked into Reese’s apartment he lost all phone signal, which Art put down to steel bars and concrete in the walls. He’d once read an article online explaining how you got these “dead air spaces” in older buildings when the wrong materials were used, and in Reese Finnago’s apartment, all the connectivity had to come from without and routed within....

I've decided that the prospect of running my blog AND my novel on the same site are TOO MUCH for one mere mortal. Were I able to, I would scrap my largely unread and unloved blog in favour of my (as yet) unfinished but much loved series of cosmic horror novellas. As it stands I have two, but unedited and full of corrections and changes that are begging to be made, but there are too many bits and pieces on my blog I would like to keep. Also, these things are free. I'll be uploading chapter by chapter re-writes of my first book here, and the companion discussion piece on my wordpress site as and when I can. If people are really interested I will patreon it and do regular uploads, but if you're not bothered or vocal then I'll get round to it when I get round to it. Until then, fair readers, I hope you're doing well and that you enjoy this, a mild distraction and devout wish that there was some method and plan to the horrific political and cultural swamp we inhabi...