A stiff breeze, riddled with winter, tore through the exposed bones of the building. There were other giants rising in concert with this one. London, irked by the knowledge that it was a global shortarse, had decided to tilt for the heavens. Across the way the Splinter was nearing completion. Nearly 800 metres of glass […]
Here’s the completed cover for Joel Sorrell III…
She poured and I drank. She held her glass with both hands, like a child, and closed her eyes when she took her first mouthful. ‘Oof,’ she said. ‘That’s good.’ ‘That was the drink of a person who has just walked out of the desert,’ I said. ‘Feels like it. Had a tough couple of […]
‘Joel, I think you need help.’ ‘I need help? I’m not the one who killed in cold blood. I’m not the one who took photographs of naked women in changing rooms and then tossed off over them back in his sad pad.’ ‘No. But it’s a sunny day. And you chose to come and sit […]
It’s always a thrill to receive a box of books in the post. And it was especially satisfying to open this parcel, if only because it meant it hadn’t gone missing (which I was convinced was going to happen). The books are lovely; Titan have done a beautiful job. It seems like such a long […]
In the mid-90s I read all five of Derek Raymond’s pitch black Factory novels: He Died with His Eyes Open, The Devil’s Home on Leave, How the Dead Live, I Was Dora Suarez and Dead Man Upright*. I’d been of a mind to write a crime novel of my own for some time, and had […]
Many thanks to HorrorTalk, who asked me to contribute a piece about London genre novels. I supplied them with six of my favourites. You can find the article here.