She woke with a killer headache and tried to feel between her legs, but found her arms wouldn’t move.
Looking up, she saw a woman beside her, holding her up and dragging her along a passageway. Her other arm was similarly held.
They stopped beside a door, which they opened, and tossed her onto the large orange-covered [...]
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2-10:Change of Heart (draft 0.2)
2-3:Lionheart (first draft)
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs.
Ah.
Donnie opened his eyes and stared into a beautiful sunset, marred only by the roar of engines being taxed to their limits.
‘Was wondering when you were going to wake up,’ yelled Prime above the din. ‘Hang onto something, we’re going down!’
The noise was incredible [...]
2-0:Prologue (first draft)
The darkness of nightmare…
…Two children looked up from the bodies of their parents.
‘You have to leave,’ said DaisyDonnie, voice rising to panic. ‘You have to leave now!’
The door behind DaisyDonnie opened with a theatrical creak of rusty hinges.
‘Hello there,’ said The Assassin.
Bzornt!
2-9:Nighty Night (draft 02)
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs. Her hands felt a bulge, no, two… three. The penny dropped.
He sensed movement, smells, a bright light and cool air.
Donnie Penfolde opened his eyes and watched the world unfold before him – dark patches illuminated occasionally by neon streetlights. Graffiti on the side [...]
1-17:Elvis has left the building
Green hills rolled beneath as the helicopter flew a little lower, its destination near. Trees were dotted here and there on the grassy plain and small patches of colour emerged periodically.
* * *
A white jeweled belt was folded by two men. The silver buckle was folded last and ended up on top.
The Elvis impersonator, captain [...]
1-16:Pornography (part 4)
Elvis wrenched the shackles free of Daisy-Donnie and helped them down.
‘You look…’ he glanced down at Daisy-Donnie’s chest. ‘Different?’
Daisy-Donnie grinned at Elvis, but was distracted by the sphere of energy high in the air.
‘What are they doing to him?’ they asked, looking upwards.
* * *
Madame Pink and Monsieur Bleu leaned forward and kissed each other [...]
1-16:Pornography (part 3)
Elvis and The Assassin ran along the gantry from which Donnie had fallen some hours earlier. A size eight ladies shoe lay there, a stain of blood on it.
The skylights exploded with flashes of light and glass showered the two men and the surrounding area.
Dozens of white and black-clad people rappelled down like a French [...]
1-16:Pornography (part 2)
Daisy and Donnie wandered carefully and quietly through the dark and silent village.
‘This is a bad idea,’ said the voice again. ‘Bad things happened here.’
They ignored the voice. Donnie turned to Daisy, and nodded in the direction of their home.
* * *
The silence between Marcus and The Assassin was pronounced. Prime kept to herself, smiling [...]
1-16:Pornography (part 1)
Elvis opened one eye. The sound of a lock being buzzed open gained his attention as quickly as a deep-fried mars-bar had back in the old days.
He sat up and looked over at the door to the cell, which had swung slightly open.
A trap? Surely not. They already had him, what would be the point [...]
1-9:The Middle Child of the Secret of the Lost Gavel
A tinny funeral dirge began to play.
‘Doesn’t look good Donnie,’ said Freddy.
Donnie’s hand hovered over his groin, then he heard a high pitched whirring. It sounded like a drill.
‘Guards,’ yelled Freddy. ‘Security breach! Shoot that bastard!’
The doors toppled inwards, the result of a good kick, and there stood Donnie’s rescuer.
‘Achtung!!’ screamed Fritz the German, dressed [...]










