Extract from TOM O’KELL & THE CURSE OF AMURABIS

D.I. Darling and D.S. Sweetheart observed Lucy from behind the two-way mirror.

‘Think we’ll crack her, Sir?’

Darling turned to face his sergeant. The crumpled skin of his face hung loose and quivered as though he had just been put through a wind tunnel. ‘Crack her? Crack her?’ he scowled. ‘I think she’s cracked enough. We’ll go through the motions just to satisfy procedure and then charge her. She’ll soon tell us where the body is. – Come on.’ The Inspector turned and the two detectives walked into the room and sat down opposite Lucy.

Sweetheart pressed record on the tape recorder leaning against the wall at the edge of the table. He gave the names of the people in the room and the date, time and place of the interview and pulled his chair up which squeaked against the polished floor. Darling gritted his teeth and gave Sweetheart a disapproving look. ‘How many times have I told you about that? Eh? You know it puts my teeth on edge.’

‘S-Sorry, Darling….. Sir,’ he quickly corrected himself. ‘Pans. Pans does it with me.’

‘What?’

‘Pans, Sir. If you scratch a metal pan with a knife. Goes right through me it does.’

Darling shook his head and sighed. His cheeks wobbled. ‘Let’s get on with the interview. Shall we, Sweetheart?’

Sweetheart opened his mouth to ask Lucy a question and then stopped. He turned to Darling. ‘Chalk, Sir.’

‘Chalk?’

‘Yes, Sir. Chalk. When the teacher underlined anything on the blackboard and the chalk squeaked. Ooooohhhhh! Didn’t half set my teeth tingling. Did you have the same problem? Your teeth being sensitive and all that.’

Darling smoothed down the few remaining dark strands of greasy hair on the top of his balding head and creased his brow. He pursed his lips and let out a slow breath. ‘From what I remember from school – No, chalk did not have that effect on me. Now – ‘ he pointed to Lucy, ‘Interview.’

‘Ah – Yes. Sorry, Darl…….Sir.’

Sweetheart turned once again to Lucy but then stopped as a thought occurred to him. He laughed quietly. ‘Cotton wool.’

Darling strummed the table top with his podgy fingers. He twisted a pencil in his other hand and broke the point on his notepad. ‘Cotton wool? Whatever are you blithering on about?’

‘Cotton wool does it too. Wouldn’t think that would you? But when you rubs it between your fingers, well, I have have to clench my teeth together. See, like this, Sir.’ Sweetheart grimaced his teeth together and growled like an angry Rottweiler about to attack.

Darling growled back. ‘Grrrrrrrrrrr………..’

Sweetheart growled louder. ‘GRRRRRRR…………’

Darling’s face went redder and redder as he growled louder still. ‘GRRRRRRRRRRR……’ His cheeks flapped like an angry bulldog and he pounced at Sweetheart.

‘Stop the recording!’ he barked, hitting the button on the tape recorder.

Sweetheart rocked against the wall. His chair almost toppling over. ‘S-Sorry, Sir. I don’t know what got into me. Y-Yes, I do. it was the cotton wool. Thoughts of it made me go all funny.’

Darling ignored his sergeant’s remarks and rewound the tape. ‘Here. Swap seats.’

The WPC standing against the wall tried to stifle a laugh but failed. Darling shot her an angry glare. Red veins splintered his cheeks. ‘Yes?’

The WPC coughed to compose her laughter. ‘Can I get you anything? Tea, perhaps?’

‘Yes – Yes. That’d be nice.’

‘And if you sit really still you can have a biscuit,’ the young policewoman laughed as she hurriedly left the room.

Prayer To The Great Spirit

Great Spirit in Father Sky
We sing Your song
We do Your work in our lands
As You would have us do them
Give us our wants
And forgive us when we walk the wrong path
As we forgive those who tempt us there
Do not lead us to Bad Medicine
But save us from Bad Spirits
Your World is our World
Your Power is our Power
Your Spirit is our Spirit
Unitl the stars cease to shine
Peace

Together As One

As a small boy I would love to hear my Dad talk to me about all matter of subjects. A sky that has no beginning and no end, a God, how the Church is in your head and your heart not in bricks and mortar, the colour of your skin. He was a great teacher for an adoring son. He always used to tell me that when you cut a white man and when you cut a black man, they will both bleed the same red blood. He taught me that I should never judge a person by the colour of their skin but that I should look at the person. He taught me stuff that has served me well throughout my life.

Why is it that there is fear and prejudice in all races and colour. White and black, brown, yellow and red. If there were no countries, no borders, if we were just one world respecting each others differences then there would be no wars. No one country would be looking to rule the world, and peace would reign. Of course this isn’t going to happen, not yet anyway. If we could respect the different cultures, accept each others differences, help each other and understand that all that most people want from life is to care for their family and to live a peaceful life, then we could have the most beautiful world. A world of peace, love, tolerance, and cooperation. Heaven on Earth.

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Prayer to The Great Spirit

Great Spirit in Father Sky
We sing Your song
We do Your work in our lands
As You would have us do them
Give us our wants
And forgive us when we walk the wrong path
As we forgive those who tempt us there
Do not lead us to Bad Medicine
But save us from Bad Spirits
Your World is our World
Your Power is our Power
Your Spirit is our Spirit
Unitl the stars cease to shine
Peace

Extract from TOM O’KELL & THE PAPANUK

Tom and Mayakula gazed in awe at the mysterious red mist pouring out of the tunnel mouth, drifting above the tunnel entrance. The cloud grew in density and shape, darkening into a deep scarlet hue almost the colour of thick congealed blood. The mist from the tunnel thinned until the last fine wisps hung from the billowing cloud like scarlet tentacles.

A huge dark shape began to form within the folds of the cloud. The image sharpened into a tall backed chair on which was seated a creature with cloven hooves, its two thick legs covered in dark shaggy fur. The muscular torso and arms were covered in dark brown leathery skin. Fiendish red eyes glowered from the head of a bearded goat on top of which sprouted two large horns that spiralled down either side of its wicked face. In one of its sharp claws it held a dark wand topped with the shape of a downward pointing pentagram. The other claw held the head of a hissing serpent, its long body curled around the creature’s arm.

Tom and Mayakula gasped in horror as the image intensified and they staggered back in fear of the Beast. Kamushka crouched low to the ground, its furry belly almost rubbing the earth. A low guttural roar echoed from its large mouth, sharp canines and incisors bared ready to attack.

The dark scarlet cloud moved towards Tom and stopped above him. The Devil glared down contemptuously enjoying the fear swirling around Tom’s wide blue eyes.

‘Ha – ha – ha’ The Devil cackled, ‘Tom we meet again,’ He paused, grinning scornfully at the shivering bodies of Tom and Mayakula. Only Kamushka offered any disregard for His superiority.

‘Did you enjoy meeting your Father?’ He smirked, ‘His two friends leave a lot to be desired though – don’t you think?’ The Devil tossed his head back roaring with mocking laughter.

‘Well boy?…. Too scared to talk?’ His tone became threatening.

Mayakula moved closer to Tom and wrapped his arm around the boy’s shoulder trying his best to quell the fear trembling through his body, although his own body was shivering too.

‘Tom turned to Mayakula, ‘Is – Is this another illusion?’ he asked, his eyes wide in horror.

Mayakula took a deep breath to steady his nerves, ‘No – No, this is no illusion,’ He exhaled fearfully and looked up at the Beast, ‘This is the Devil Himself.’