Combinations might form, other than those intended: combinations which could grow and thrive. Mortals may die in waves at the hands of something – a #virus, perhaps, or a rogue protein – not even truly alive...
#SciFiFri #scifi #TheTwistedGrain
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I wonder if FL have banned my life story #ThePriceOfTime #TheEveningLands #TheTwistedGrain...
“Dr Player, what subject did you study for your doctorate?”
“Radio #communications. Why d’you ask?”
“Not Psychology of any sort.”
“No. No, not my field at all. If it had been, I wouldn’t have—”
“Punched the Professor?”
#SciFiFri #TheTwistedGrain #scifi
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The third book of my life story has dangerous crops and a possible supervirus! #TheTwistedGrain.
(And also the usual guardian Devil, ofc)
A slight stain showed on the letter paper. She’d made sure it hadn’t touched anything wet – hadn’t set it down on the table. And the senders struck her as the type of people who wouldn’t #tolerate such a thing.
#Bookishtues #InvisibleInk #TheTwistedGrain
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Book cover of the novel 'The Twisted Grain', showing a grim reaper like figure toying with a glowing DNA molecule
He was no taller than her, and seated. She had the element of surprise. Her hands flexed, strong. Red flames flashed on the palms, the thumbs; the fingers. Still he hadn’t moved. She positioned herself with care.
#MartialMonday #move
#TheTwistedGrain #scifi #psychological
“You will not find it pleasant. There are #nightmares. Other undesirable symptoms. Our clinicians will see you through each stage. You will help them by telling them everything you feel. For someone as young and pliable as you, deprogramming will take less than a week.”
#vss365 #TheTwistedGrain
“I, uh, heard...” His words faltered. “There’s a way to invite someone in.”
The pitch rose at the end of the sentence, as if it were a question.
“If I knew how to do it...”
He seemed lost for words.
“...I’d invite you. To my mind.”
#LossLit #MindPalace #TheTwistedGrain
"Keep #walking. No-one gets hurt."
#7syllablesentence #TheTwistedGrain
(Novel extract) If she pressed the button to open the door when they pulled up at the platform – if they ever ruddy got there at this rate – she’d leave a trace on it. But if she did nothing, stood here right next to the door, she’d look suspicious. The train slowly started to move again. Not long now. Well, not long if you didn’t include the bus. Or should she walk? She’d never seen police on the bus but they did sometimes glide by on their white, blue and yellow bikes on the river path. Bus it is, then. But did she have change? You could use a card but she preferred not to. Sometimes it didn’t work. Then there’d be a scene. The doors behind her opened – the train hadn’t pulled in at its usual platform. She turned, grateful, skipped on to the platform and ran for the shallow steps of the footbridge. The old clock facing her showed five thirty – rush hour. The bus would be maddeningly slow. Likely quicker to walk – she had her umbrella – and perhaps the police wouldn’t fancy riding in this rain. She dodged past the crowd at the kiosk, and out to the front concourse. The R.I. band – her mate Kate on trombone – played here in the run-up to Christmas, warming the atmosphere with their broad tones. If only it were December: by now it would be dark— A hand tapped her shoulder.
#FantasyIndiesNovember - journeys.
A snippet from #TheTwistedGrain:
He opened the parcel in front of her. She slumped. It looked like a polygraph. A replacement, she guessed, for the one she had so poetically destroyed last week.
#Scififri #destroy #TheTwistedGrain #scifi #fantasy
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He found himself studying each – each window, each door. #What stories were unfolding behind them, right now, in the quiet as he walked? What conflicts, what alliances; what goals?
What *loves*?
#TheTwistedGrain #ItsThursdaySomewhere #Thurds #SciFi #Fantasy
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