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Deliberations, Chapter One
Thunderclouds were gathering on Planet Earth too, and not just in the dark autumnal skies that lowered over the rooftops of Nottingham. In the meeting room at The Four Heroes’ house a far more ominous tempest was brewing, one that threatened inclement conditions indeed, as Joe, Bret, Dylan and Neetra assembled round the long table with their allies Amy, Max and Degris and Neetra’s sisters Phoenix and Carmilla. It was Bret who began the sombre discussion.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Deliberations, Chapter Two
“Ah…I sorta think that’s a separate issue, Neet,” Max began tactfully. “Is it, Max?” Amy inquired. “I happen to be with Neetra on this one. Who’s to say what strategies Gala’s prepared to use to undermine us, or to win others to her side? There’s no reason to suppose she’s going to play this the way The Four Heroes are best used to.”
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Solid Gone, Chapter One
Towering torches of stone dispelled the subterranean darkness with their relentless fiery glare, while the vast cavern rang to its high-vaulted ceiling with the booming beats of funereal drums. Across the mountainous shale prairie that spanned the distance between one encircling cliff-face and its far-off neighbour, rock-men ranged, sturdy of body and grim of visage. Once there had been millions of this warrior-people and they had ruled the underground land in a mighty empire, but now the paltry thousands assembled in this place were all that was left of them. They had much to look grim about, from the misfortunes of their race to the sorrow that was specific to today.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Burdens, Chapter Two
Iskira Neetkins sat on her bed and looked despondently at the spare room of Doctor Mendelssohn’s Martian laboratory. Dressing-table, wardrobe, mirror, window: the ideal girl’s bedroom. She might as well have been a teenager or student, not a professor with three daughters that age. All the place needed was a few posters on the walls, or some underwear strewn messily over the carpet…
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Solid Gone, Chapter Three
Leaving the brightness of the midday city behind them, The Four Heroes made their way down roughly-hewn steps of stone into gloomy tunnels that twisted and snaked below the streets of Nottingham. They were fast proceeding towards the co-ordinates Kral-it-Gor had disclosed to them, which, once they had been run through Dylan’s map-plotting computer, had yielded something of a surprise.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Burdens, Chapter One
The Martian winter had arrived. Freezing gales of wind-chill factors far below any known on Earth swept the red plains without relent, echoing and howling through the half-finished cities and battering against the sheer white walls of the Capital itself. Within these bounds though was shelter from the merciless climate for native and human alike, and in his laboratory close to the Royal Palace Doctor Mendelssohn was content as he settled down in an armchair by the fireside at the end of another day’s scientific work.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter Five
Later Neetra and Joe were arm-in-arm again, this time walking through the busy City Centre amid the colourfully-lit fairground rides, delicious-smelling market stalls and glittering fountains at the Town Hall’s base. “You are certain you do not object?” he was saying to her.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter Four
Neetra felt the unending loop snap and spiral away to nothing in a flurrying cyclone of snow. Somehow our heroine knew the angel was returning safe to her home and loved one in the mortal realm, while Steam’s infant soul remained in the custody of Gala and The Chancellor and was headed elsewhere. Simultaneously, the recollection that Neetra and Jiang Jiang had been observing came to an end. Night, blizzard, rolling drifts and disparate figures all vanished. Once more the two astral girls had only each other for company, in new terrain almost as desolate as the last. A small path wound away before them, much darkened by thickly-tangled brambles and thorns that hung overhead, but just about traversable.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Tears Such as Angels Weep, Chapter Three
They were no longer alone. From the darkness behind them shapes were fast advancing, and it took just one over-the-shoulder glimpse for the boy and his angel guide to start pounding their bare feet into the snow in frenzied desperation to get away. Even Neetra, who had fought enemies of every description and knew these ghosts from the distant past could not harm her, turned tail likewise at the sight of the pursuers. They could barely be made out from the night that surrounded them, and the flashes of gaping red mouths and glittering malicious eyes, though gruesome, were not in themselves reason enough for one of The Four Heroes to flee. However, every instinct our heroine possessed was screaming at her to run, to hide, to escape, for this mass of monstrosities was an evil against which she could not hope to prevail.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Christmas Eve, Chapter Two
An empty shell of a Time-Shifting Device, small enough to carry in the palm of a hand and with rectangular holes on its face where the buttons should have been, hung suspended in mid-air by a mind-boggling tangle of cables and pipes. In the midst of this chaos that rambled the length and breadth of his laboratory at Nottingham Castle, The Chancellor moved swiftly and efficiently, turning dials and triggering relays to transmit much-needed power through the snaking maze of conduits into the tiny machine. This severe moustachioed soldier was a scientist of genius equal to Phoenix’s own, and there was another way in which he and the pretty French-speaking half-Martian girl were alike. It was not so much that he too was busy in solitude this Christmas Eve, isolated from the merrymaking going on all around. The resemblance had more to do with the way The Chancellor and Phoenix were feeling, and the way that both were trying to hide it.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
