“Good God!” cried Sergeant Major General, after a pause that (again) seemed like several days but was in fact the merest of mere moments, though perhaps a little longer than the last mere moment because after all this was a very big shock to both men. “My beloved!” Kirk Bill said, in a low voice… [Read more…]
February 3, 2012
“I say, Bill,” whispered Sergeant Major General, “she’s rather glamorous. But where are the drums?” This was true. Despite the sound of drums all around them, there were none to be seen. The only figures in the giant cave were themselves, the Priestess and their feline friend. “You will approach!” commanded the Priestess. The tiger… [Read more…]
February 2, 2012
The three men followed the tiger deep into the wilds of Kashmir, Kirk Bill riding tall on his black stallion, Sergeant Major General slightly less tall on his chestnut gelding and the pandit somewhat shorter again on a piebald mare, in strict accordance to the tried-and-true customs of adventure stories. They followed the ferocious feline… [Read more…]
February 1, 2012
“Good God,” Sergeant Major General whispered hoarsely, as the tiger growled, its jaws a hair’s breadth from his throat, its breath hot on his face! “Is this the end? Bill, old chap, there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you. It’s not been easy for me to say. But damn it all, I can’t go… [Read more…]
January 30, 2012
“Good God!” Sergeant Major General exclaimed. “Will this journey never end?!” They had spent several weeks on the road, travelling through lush and exotic landscapes that it would only bore you to describe. They had survived encounters with brigands, escaped the cult of the Golden Jackal, narrowly avoided death by rhinoceros stampede, and were trapped… [Read more…]
January 29, 2012
Once again Sergeant Major General thanked the Lord for Kirk Bill’s unfailing sense of direction. Together they navigated the city’s strange and unfamiliar streets, so strange and so unfamiliar that Sergeant Major General could think of no adequate words to describe them, thus saving the author the trouble of conducting extensive historical research. Finally the… [Read more…]
January 26, 2012
“Good God,” said Sergeant Major General, “and I am to be the bait? I’m game.” “Good man,” said Kirk Bill. “Now, let’s get to work. Captain, we’ll need some rope, some sandbags and a tiger-sized cage.” The Captain pursed his lips, around his cheroot, which looked a bit odd, it must be said. “The first… [Read more…]
January 25, 2012
“Good God!” cried Sergeant Major General, after what seemed like several days but was in fact the merest of mere moments. “How did that get there?” The crew members were muttering amongst themselves, backing slowly away from Sergeant Major General. One man made the sign of the cross, raising his eyes to heaven and whispering… [Read more…]
January 19, 2012
“Get a hold of yourself, man!” said Kirk Bill, firmly slapping Sergeant Major General across the face. “Good God,” said Sergeant Major General, coming to again. “Did I just faint? How embarrassing!” “Well, you did lose a bit of blood in that rough-and-tumble with the Bengal,” said Kirk Bill. “Loosen your shirt a little.” “It’s… [Read more…]
January 18, 2012
“Good God!” cried Sergeant Major General. “Is that – ?” “Stay very still, General,” Kirk Bill said in a calm, low voice, instantly taking full command of the situation. “Don’t make any sudden moves.” Mesmerised, the two men stared into the glowing orange orbs. Weaving back and forth as the unseen animal paced, the eyes… [Read more…]
February 16, 2012
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