Author: Michael Flett

The Court of Mephistopheles is in session, on trial Doctor John Faustus, a man born to base parents but who grew up ambitious and calculating, a theologist who

It’s a series of hoops she must jump through, hurdles she must leap over with casual grace and precision and always a winning smile, challenges which begin to

Space, infinite, cold, silent, but not empty, for in the remote Zeta Reticuli system a darkened Weyland Yutani vessel moves, seeking the last known location of the USCSS

New York City, the nineteen eighties, and in a brightly lit and airy loft studio dance teacher Madame Olivia put the students through their routines, making them sweat

She first experiences it as an itch, a localised rash which won’t go away and scratching at it just makes it worse, but as the scab peels away

Drawn by the sinister reputation of Lorraine Castle, of the deaths which have occurred within its supposedly haunted walls and in particular inside the red room, accessed up

It is a virtual realm where the binding terms and conditions must be agreed to before entering, with no refreshments to be provided at the orientation, perhaps regarded

He is a man diligent in his duties, keeping the signal box clean and tidy, enjoying the sense of order and finding that the routine brings him a

It is a woman’s lot to be told what is to happen to her without consultation, to be bargained away for the sum of one shilling and a

Four friends hiking to the site where they will make camp for the night, one of them dawdling conspicuously behind, when Sally, Dan, Mark and Donna arrive at