Before the Black Vapour Could Overwhelm the Gunners

by jerhow | Jul 21, 2014 | Essays

[aesop_chapter label=”I. The Eve of the War” title=”I. The Eve of the War”] From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came...

The Glare of Kingston Hill

by jerhow | Jul 21, 2014 | Sci-Fi

[aesop_chapter label=”I. The Eve of the War” title=”I. The Eve of the War”] From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came...

The Reversion To Cruelty of All Humans

by jerhow | Jul 21, 2014 | Short Fiction

[aesop_chapter label=”I. The Eve of the War” title=”I. The Eve of the War”] From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came...

The Only Thing They Feared

by jerhow | Jul 21, 2014 | Short Fiction

[aesop_chapter label=”I. The Eve of the War” title=”I. The Eve of the War”] From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came...

These Stories Make No Sense

by jerhow | Jul 21, 2014 | Sci-Fi

[aesop_chapter label=”I. The Eve of the War” title=”I. The Eve of the War”] From then until possibly midnight all was silence, the silence of the dead; then, suddenly, the awful moan of the morning broke upon my startled ears, and there came...