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 [...]
Archive for Miss Rook
2-10:Change of Heart (draft 0.2)
2-1:The Interview (draft01)
A light was turned on with a crack of plastic-against-plastic. The energy-saving globe burst into flourescent life, flickered once and then was steady.
‘Here you are sir,’ said the white helmeted guard, leading an elderly man into the stark, bare room.
‘Um…’ began the man unsurely. ‘Thankyou.’
‘Don’t mention it sir,’ said the guard and walked from the [...]
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 [...]
2-8:The Jag (first draft)
Prelude
Four hours earlier…
‘This had better be good,’ said The Colonel sitting down. The room was small, big enough for perhaps three or four people at a push; a meeting room that had been converted from what appeared to be a cupboard.
‘New information, sir,’ replied the corporal.
‘How can it be new if we’ve had it for [...]
2-7: Fear is the best reason to try (first draft)
Daisy stood, tense, gun forwards and with the safety-catch off. Just a squeeze and there would be a bloody hole in Caroline’s chest.
‘Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just shoot you where you stand,’ she hissed.
‘I can’t think of one,’ replied Miss Rook with barely a movement.
‘I want to know what happened to Eva.’
Miss [...]
2-6:Weapons of war (first draft)
She woke with a killer headache, instinctively feeling between her legs, and found she had to shift quite a bit of fabric out of the way before reaching her destination.
Daisy Penfolde opened her eyes and stared at the stars, then breathed in air which had no odour, no particular temperature… which she realised had been [...]
2-5:Loss (first draft)
She woke with a killer headache — then began to sob uncontrollably. The loss… it shook her to the core of her being.
The background noise, windscreen wipers across wet glass, the swoosh of tyres through puddles and the sound of rain hammering down on the metalwork of the car, they all meant nothing, didn’t even [...]
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 [...]
1-6:The politics of thought
She woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between her legs.
The arm was restrained. As was her other one.
She opened her eyes and winced from the sudden dazzlingly bright lights before her. Her ears were being assaulted by screeching sound from somewhere in the room.
‘All right,’ she yelled, closing her eyes as tightly as [...]
1-7:Wine, Women and War
She opened her eyes and winced from an eye-watering, skull-splitting headache. She felt instinctively between her legs and found something different.
Donnie looked down and saw an empty plate. On a table.
He looked up with a frown.
‘Would sir like to see the wine list,’ asked the waiter.
Donnie fell sideways from his chair, pain the only thing [...]










