Scotty to Captain: “Time-warp modules are down, Sir.” “What do you mean ‘down’? We’re in the middle of a tunnel in bl..dy Tlalpan!” “Sorry, Sir. The Orange man has blocked our main Canadian Time-warp supplier.” “Bombardier? I thought they only did Metro trains and stuff.” “In a previous time-slot, Sir. They have now extended into…
Nguyen Van Ty was a peaceful man. He’d arrived at the small village in Tonkin many years ago. Apparently from nowhere. Some of the villagers said he had a Saïgon accent, others assured he came from the Imperial city of Hué. He was dressed as a peasant, but his manners, his education, his delicate hands…
“Doc! Doc”! “What’s the matter, Raphaela? We’ll never finish on time if you keep interrupting!” “Sorry Doc, we have an emergency. The Boss is coming down to the Lab. In five minutes.” “Damn! How do you know?” “Gabby called me. And she says the Boss is in a bad mood. Very. So we’d better…
Previously on “A night in Penang”: Felicity the flamingo, Gary the gecko and Sock the Gremlin have asked for Stéphanie Lung’s help to free their friends abducted by animal smugglers. Their first stop was to liberate Twiggy the giraffe and Tony the vegetarian tiger. As a guard came shouting they all fled to the street.…
“They will die if we do nothing,” Felicity said, pacing on the crazy pavement by the pool. “Felicity, tokek,” Gary said, “please stop pacing, tokek, you’re driving me crazy, tokek.” “Gary,” Felicity said, “stop with your tokek, it is driving ME crazy.” “Sorry, Fel’, it’s a tokek, I mean, a tick. Tokek. I agree with…
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I needed to escape. The memories and the pressure were… too much. I’d come back to Nairobi from a tough assignment, covering civil unrest (PC for hidden-under-the-carpet civil war) in the north of Kenya, spending weeks in the bush. I’d been trying to get an interview with the rebel chief, whom,…
And then it was over. The Fog was gone. For good. Somewhere back in the Dreamtime. We took the Old Man up to my flat. I gave him a shot of my best Irish Whisky. A gift from my father. We all had a generous swig, a couple of. Mary-Sue’s hands were steady, mine were…
