Tag: Fiction
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The Last Post
The harsh scent of gunpowder tickled Michael’s nose. Boots stamped through the night. Whispered voices carried across the air. The weight of a hundred eyes fell on him. Squinting, Michael peered through the dark woods, down the hill, at the moonlit valley before him. And saw no one. “Halt!” a voice boomed. Michael twitched. “Advance…
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How to Make More Singaporean Writers
Reading Sumiko Tan’s interview with Tash Aw, I am reminded of the questions that haunt the Singapore writing scene. How can we produce more writers? How do we get international recognition? How do we create, in Tan’s words, ‘international literary successes’? From my perspective, the answer is simple: Do not be limited by Singapore. The Culture Crush…
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HAMMER OF THE WITCHES is live!
It is my great honour and pleasure to announce the publication of HAMMER OF THE WITCHES, the second novel of my Covenant Chronicles series. — The terror is daimonic. The sorcery is real. But enough bullets will kill even the most dangerous supernatural operator. The Hexenhammer underground has aided the operators of the Nemesis Program in their…
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The Shanghai Songbird Part 5
A volley of shots rang out. A fiery hammer slammed into Lee’s abdomen. He coughed, going straight down. His vision blurred, his chest burned, wet heat squirted out of the wound. He saw the Songbird turn and run. He raised the Nambu and fired. Missed. She pointed her weapon over her shoulder and squeezed off…
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The Shanghai Songbird Part 3
Picking Tang out was easy. He was the only customer in the teahouse with a contingent of heavily-muscled goons. They strolled in with the self-assurance of tigers, and the other customers either greeted them or looked down into their cups. Tang and three men entered the sole private room in the teahouse. The remaining four…
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The Shanghai Songbird Part 2
There was just enough light inside the nightclub to see the stage and nowhere enough to peer into the hearts of men. Lee placed a tiny mirror on the table, no larger than a compact makeup case, trying to make the best of the dim candlelight behind him. Wong didn’t mind. But in their corner…