Thu, 15 Apr 2010 04:58:15 +0000   “What is the greatest evil?” he asked her one night, an hour before grey dawn. She pressed her lips tight, her black eyes inspected him. “To murder love.” she answered, voice even. “Heaven take me.” He moaned, face against his leather gloves. “I have done so. You have… Continue reading The Angel and the Soldier

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:51:08 +0000   No-one really knows Mister Claypole’s first name. If you asked anyone who works under him in the theatre, any of his managers of patrons or whores, they might scratch their heads and speculate.  George?  Andrew?  Donald?  For some reason they will all give you the names of saints, and they will all… Continue reading Microfiction – Baroque