The Resident (part twelve)

      Chapter Two An Anniversary Party         (part twelve)     A door swung open to the passage, the sliver of wet-looking concrete between garage and house. A man stepped out, flung into a stride, noticed himself watched, skidded on a paver, wobbled upright. “Oh, hello… Claudie!” “John, that’s Debra, […]

Marjorie Bowen: The Sword Decides! (part fifty-nine)

Posted by ractrose on 9 Nov 2022 in Fiction, Novels

Marjorie Bowen The Sword Decides! (part fifty-nine)                     “Tomorrow,” he addressed them, “the twelfth month begins. A fair month for our Queen’s escape. We pray for calm waters.” Prayers from the table did not fill his pause. But it was Giovanna’s sputter Cabane waited for: Escape! […]

Catastrophe (part thirty-six)

Jean Hess La Catastrophe de la Martinique (part thirty-six)                       The chiefs carried big sticks. The priest, having seen this, and heard the policeman tell his story, added: “What was most amusing were the wives of the thieves, who prepared their meals.” He did not […]

My Blog Week: October 30 to November 5

Posted by ractrose on 7 Nov 2022 in The Latest

All the Latest from Torsade!                                     This was a truncated week for new entries. I had family visiting and didn’t end up working much on writing projects.   On Tuesday, a new episode of “The Tambinder Engine”, Deenie […]

The Mirrors (part twenty-three)

Posted by ractrose on 4 Nov 2022 in Fiction, Novels

      The Mirrors (part twenty-three)     There was trash, quite a lot of it—floating oil cans and tires, bottles and medicine tins… A little raft of soaked cardboard signs, opposition work from the coroner’s race. And driftwood, fencing in everything. William poled them onwards. “There ain’t gonna be a beach, ma’am.” “Don’t […]

The Tambinder Engine (part five)

      The Tambinder Engine  A McAlley Story (part five)     Dear Victor   I am not a scientific person, but I believe I understand some of what you’ve kindly explained. You envision—or your ancestor, I ought to say, envisioned—a spiral chamber to capture the energy of the tides and accelerate the displacement […]