WORK IN PROGRESS
INFINITY'S ILLUSION (The Babel Trilogy, Book Three).
A PLAGUE OF FROGS, a not entirely sensible story about Oliver Tarquin Postletwicket Postletwicket Dreary, a boy who makes some really unfortunate mistakes ("I was only trying to help") in his home town of Dirtlefirkin, which is (according to Tedious Places Rated magazine) the Thirteenth Most Boring Place In the World.
WHAT I EXPECTED: A LOVE LETTER WRITTEN DURING A PANIC ATTACK, a memoir.
ELIZABETH THE ONE (Book Alf of the Angler Trilogy), a novel about a girl who will this very day be crowned Queen of the Whole Angle, and Defender of the Fish, if only ...
“Unwanted puppies. Drown you in a bucket.”
“But murder us!”
Gull stopped briefly, flapping his arms and bouncing gently from heel to heel, torn between the need to hurry and the need to explain the urgency of hurrying.
“Be realistic, your majesty. What else are they going to do? Imprison you, and run the risk that you might escape? Exile you to the Colony, and run the risk that you might raise an army among the Anglophiles? A pair of helpless nubs like you would only attract dangerous sympathy. You are living symbols of the House of Wind. You are continuity, tradition. Two quick stabs of the dagger, a little royal haemoglobin staining the nice Axminster carpets, which are actually made of nylon microfibre by a Mughal firm in Luton, by the way, and can be scrubbed clean by the Serviles in five minutes. Bingo, they control the whole Angle.”
“But who are they?”
“Enough. This is not the time. For Herring’s sake just keep close, keep you voice down, and move.”