Quote from Habiatat by Vanda M Denton

Casually, unfazed by knowing they disliked this part of his job, Dominic walked over to hold out his hand to the nearest calligrapher. She frowned in irritation but made no comment as she handed over her two neat sheets of writing. Dominic took no chances; not even amongst these honest, placid people. He read every word, checking for hidden messages. He found only an extract of a play he recognised as an old classic: The Merry Wives of Windsor. As always he was courteous. He handed it back with a smile and a thankyou before moving on to the man next to Isla who seemed to be hastening his clearing away. Again when he held out his hand he was greeted with a frown and reluctance with handing over the script. Once more Dominic studied the text with care. These were words he hadn’t read before, including in the latest briefing for new literature passed for publication.
‘What is this?’
The man took a breath, ‘It’s a simple story for children struggling with their reading.’
Dominic glanced around. One or two had stopped to watch, a couple nudged others to keep their attention away from the scene but most were supremely unaware of the drama as they continued to pack their work and materials away.
‘Stop,’ he called to all. ‘Put all papers on your desks and stand by them.’
Gleaming eyes surveying the scene told all the writers that this Keeper would be missing no infringements and that included the mildest disobedience right now.
Dominic read the new words. It was a brief story about a sower of seeds and how they will set down roots and flourish only in good, well-prepared soil.
His posture demanded eye-contact with the writer of those words. ‘This has not been passed for publication.’

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The Autoimmune Fix by Tom O’Bryon

Will give lots of people hope.

If you are American you will find this book user-friendly. Having said that, I must express my admiration for the high level of medical science Tom O’Bryon has applied to the advice in this book. It is accessible to anyone from any background. I hope this diet will help reduce the level of pain I experience with my autoimmune disease. At the very least it has given me a chance to try something other than ineffective, potentially addictive painkillers.


Quote from DCZ

Helen found her voice, ‘Do you know anything about the satellite system they claim to be using?’
I said, ‘A bit. It was supposed to have been decommissioned.’
Her eyes narrowed. She knew me well.
‘You believe them.’
Isobel said, ‘You really believe they could keep a huge thing like that going in secret?’
‘Classified military, unacknowledged by the government, even military personnel and certainly defence contractors,’ the details slipped from my tongue. I’d speculated, reported on and written books about such things over the years. I can’t pretend I had doubted the official line at the time: Star Wars had become an expensive white elephant. It was an embarrassment. It had been scrapped. That had been my unwavering belief. But what if those scientists who were way smarter than any politician, had continued the work on the SDI as a black project for the U.S. DOD and then, from that special position, set up a method of hijacking it?
Both women were looking at me. Waiting to hear the results of that long thinking process. I stood, picked up the bottle of JD and marched up the steps and over to the cupboard I never need to open these days. It now contains the bits and pieces I keep in memory of my parents but not that bottle of Jack.
Isobel looked up to where I’d remained in the area above the lounge, commenting quietly, ‘If you think we need to keep clear heads you don’t believe it’s a hoax.’
I had all on not to snatch that bottle back and guzzle it in one go.
‘It isn’t bound to be a bad thing,’ she said hopefully.
Helen downed the last of her whiskey, relaxed back in the chair and closed her eyes. I thought I could read her mind. I believed then that she was stopping herself reacting to my sister’s naïve ‘save the planet’ claptrap

Book Reviews

Hearing the Voice of God by David Chadwick 3*

OK in parts.

At times I found Chadwick’s interpretation too simplistic rather than pleasant and easy to read. He made some points I really could not agree with but in other places I found myself enjoying his take on John’s Gospel.

Transforming Grace by Jerry Bridges


A pleasant, relaxing read concerning the free gift of God’s grace.


from DCZ: Designated Conservation Zone

Blackfriars Bridge was gridlocked … It seemed as though everyone had been on the opposite side of the Thames that they wanted to be. People were in their vehicles leaning on horns, out of their cars yelling and inside trembling as they listened to that same message over the radio.
As the traffic crept into Upper Thames Street I began racking my brain for a safe place to leave the car so that I could take the Millenium Bridge.

Thrilling, eco-fiction in multi-narrative

Who, and what, is Gaia?


Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 5 *

I cannot recommend this book highly enough.

A successful experimental brain operation on lab mouse, Algernon, leads to a human trial on Charlie, in order to increase his very low IQ. Charlie relates his experience in a poor level of literacy at the beginning and end of the story, whilst rising to a fantastically high level in the middle of it. It is an astonishing concept, possibly analogous of its time in late 1950s New York, beautifully executed. This book can be studied, appreciated and loved from many angles. It is moving, fascinating and incredibly clever.


The Vinctalin Legacy Book 6

Zan stood, straight back to his face, and told him, “It is your laws that are a disgrace. In his society I would never have been abandoned to the likes of Roc, by my own people.”
Then she turned to look him dead in the eye, so that she could finally offload a little of the heaviness in her heart.
“When I first saw you on Tarin’s ship, gliding around with that superior attitude, I put a face to what had hitherto been an abstract object of hate. But then the longer I watched you the more I thought about what you were, and what your cronies had done to me. And my hatred grew. Until now I thought that hatred had attained a natural limit. I thought my whole being was full of it. Yet I was wrong. Because my loathing just reached new heights.”


The Body in the Dales by J.R. Ellis

Lightweight detective fans should not be put off by my review.

I bought this book because it was the first in a series of detective novels but I’m sorry to say I could not care for any of the characters in this book throughout the story. If you like a basic ‘who dunnit’ you will probably enjoy this story set in, and describing well, the Yorkshire Dales. Sadly for me, I am aggravated by the addition of dialect in writing. If you are too, I can assure you it is kept to a minimum. This is a good basic story with many suspects but I’m afraid I’d lost interest in identifying the killer and skimmed to the end.