‘When will we move?’ Ada asked cautiously. She was unsure if she wanted to hear the answer. ‘Soon, we must wait for more pieces to fall into place,’ Descartes replied, his French accent gliding gently to Ada’s ears. His appearance was that of an aristocrat, more than two centuries out of time. He looked atContinue reading “Nameless – Series 1 – Part 4”
‘There you are,’ a voice called with a ring of familiarity. Rhys turned, his body a coiled spring. A short well dressed Asian man walked towards him and was not ten strides away, waving as he closed the gap. He stopped one pace short. ‘Well, you owe me that drink, come on.’ They began walkingContinue reading “Nameless – Series 1 – Part 3”
The Nameless are everywhere. They have no form. They are merely legion. They have no goal, only chaos. They have no label. They have no need of one.
The wind howled as the door screeched open. The few heads with enough energy turned to see if it was the empty winds or a decrepit traveler invading their retreat. There were no eyes sharp enough to notice the newcomer and how he differed from the typical visitor…