She looked down in her half-dreaming state and thought they might be swaggers. There were lots of them that year, camped out on the riverbank netting for whitebait, then fanning out around the streets selling their catch door to door.

“Trackless,” Sean muttered, “there′s a man over there planting a chopstick.″ “Him? That′s Lurker. Mad as a cut snake.”

road map for peace

Drake was not at all what I'd anticipated. His macho soap opera name had put me in mind of aristocrats or oversexed mallards.