Topher Lydon

Warehouse Max approached the warehouse door, looking at Jae who was standing by the damaged Lamborghini, the laptop on his lap as he squinted his eyes at the data on it. “Where’s…?” he asked, shrugging deeper into his coat, trying to ward of the frigid chill in the early hours of the morning. “She’s gone,” Jae said, shaking his head. Lifting his phone and showing Max the text message. Take Max and Run! “We have to do something…” Max said swallowing as he re-read t

With the final chapter going live today, that will conclude this book. Please let me know what you think of it, give a review, feedback is the fuel us authors need to keep going.

Hey all, happy to be back. To be releasing the end of a book, and breaking into my stash of other writings that are kicking about on my disks.

Warehouse District Mister Cooper drew the sharp knife across the leather of the seat cushion, reaching in to recover his memory card, relieved to finally have it back in his hands once again. So much trouble over such a small thing. He held it up to the light, the briefcase of money sitting on the roof of the car that was parked in the disused warehouse that he’d ‘borrowed’ years ago. An old Russian Mafia haven that had been forgotten in the clean up after Yeltsin had died. The owner,

MKAD In 1995-1997 the MKAD had been widened from the initial four lane road to a ten lane super-highway, all intersections had become grade-separated, and bridges were built to accommodate pedestrians. Along its great length traffic lights had been removed, and a solid concrete barrier had been installed in the median. In 2001 all slow-moving vehicles were banned from entering the MKAD and the renovated road officially received a freeway designation from the mayor's office. It now stoo

Would you believe that this was the first book I ever wrote. It predated all the others, and was the hardest for me to write, work in to the rest of the storyline. Were I to go back and rewrite this one would be the first I would do so with. When I wrote this one I was... not in a good place, it was written on the desk of a job I hated, in a city that was bleak and harsh. I remember being on a train, my head against the glass, staring at everything I hated and... well you get the idea. I didn't know it, but a friend of mine, Jamie, was on the train and right behind me. He watched me in my darkest, and most alone moment and reached out, just a simple hand on my shoulder, lending me a little of his strength and I got through it. This book is so raw with that emotion, and I owed it to myself to publish it. It is not my finest work, but the chapter with Will walking in the rain was the first short story I ever wrote, back when I was 15...

Eighteen chapters total to this one. So give it a few days and it will be finished up posting wise.

Jae’s Garage He loved his car, Boomer bopped along to music as he drove out of the garage, running the car through the dim evening streets just after a snow storm was a true blessing. He loved it. The car swept down the street, sending jets of snow flying as he whooped for joy. Unaware that he was being carefully watched, the large truck sitting in the shadowy alleyway ahead of him started its engine. He crested the hill, barrelling down it, feeling the rush of elation suddenly tu

Found the book on an ooooold hard drive. So will publish the rest of the book here over the next week or so. The book is complete so shouldn't be an issue.

Max’s Dacha Max looked up at the door as it creaked open on Jae wearing his coat and hat. He made to smile, but a distressed look on Jae’s face caused him to hesitate. “We need to talk,” Jae said as he entered the small wooden house closing the door behind him and doffing his coat. He walked towards the settee that he’d been resident on much of the day, and paused before he instead selected one of the arm chairs. He looked beaten, slumped like a marionette with all it’s str

I never realized people enjoyed this one. I have the rest of the book on a hard drive somewhere. I will dig it out and post the rest.

A High-Octane Thrill Ride Through the Streets of Moscow In the frozen, neon-drenched heart of Moscow, where the roar of engines echoes through the night and fortunes are won or lost on a single race, a new king of the asphalt is about to be crowned. Max must confront the shadows of his own past while preparing for a final, explosive showdown that will decide who truly rules the night. Strap in. Hold on. The race is just beginning.

Darien Taine has resurrected a forgotten hope,freedom to his people, and set his sights squarely on Earth. Shadows of the Empire's dark past reach out to ensnare that hope, a fallen General strives to restore the one symbol that would unite the Empire again. The architect of the fall of mankind weaves a dark net; to lure the Excalibur into his clutches as he brings an ancient superweapon to bear. And fate, wielded as a weapon by a man 300 years dead, is Taine’s last recourse

Trade-liner Protania The bursar didn't even look at their travel papers; he waved them past the security checks, completely ignoring them. A few disgruntled passengers stared after them, wondering how it was they got special treatment, but the fact they were wearing military uniforms, unfamiliar ones at that, probably gave them special privilege. The porter took their kit bags, guiding them through the massive ship towards their cabin, a small room tucked away from the rest of the passeng

Haligonian Nexus The great space station spread out like a city hanging in space. On the edge of a nebula, it was a critical refuelling station for ships not blessed with a ram scoop system. It was a city of lights, hanging on the edge of civilization, the jump gate nexus, a geodesic sphere hung behind it, the gateway to the farthest reaches of the universe. Humanity's greatest gift to the universe was the Amsus Hegemony's greatest prize. Traffic to and from the system was controlled t

Dragonfly was cruising through the deserted Lyle system; it was the second of three jumps that connected the Irulia system to the Haligonian Spacial Nexus. Darien kept his eyes on his instruments as he guided the blockade-runner along its course, the dark green shape of Kendrick's fighter flying in perfect formation with them about seven hundred feet away. Elias was using the time productively, finishing the last of the work he had started on Irulia. Closing panels and bringing consoles onlin

It was the middle of their third day on Irulia when the colonists returned. The magistrate, being driven by Kendrick, pulled up to the ships after requesting the perimeter be shut down. Work had been progressing steadily, they had dismantled the weapon systems they needed from the corvette and Elias was finishing mounting it to the Dragonfly's undercarriage. It had involved a great deal of modifications by the inventive young engineer; he had spent much of the second day cutting into the Drag

Darien had told Elias to stay inside the corvette as he went out to meet the colonists. He would have liked some kind of back up-Elias on top of the crippled craft with an assault rifle-but all they had was the PKD. Darien took a couple of steadying breaths as he drew the pistol; keeping it ready he stepped out and watched the Jeep roll towards him. There were four people in it-a couple of them were carrying hunting rifles-out to investigate the landing, to see who had decided to visit their

The Dragonfly completed its final jump into the red giant system. Darien powered up the thrust drive as he checked the navigation computer. From what he could tell they were on course, but beyond that he was lost; even after Elias had explained the system to him it was taking him awhile to get used to the Polarin script. The system was a complex mess of irregular planetoids and debris fields, a couple of massive gas giants orbited the dying star broiling with their own storms flickering and c

The Dragonfly shivered as it dropped back to normal space, jump pods powering down as it unfurled its twin boosters. The boosters shuddering as they roared to life and catapulting the strangely-shaped ship deeper into the system. It was a blind jump, always risky, without the proper calculations the ship had simply defaulted to its last set of co-ordinates in the navigation computer, and for all Darien knew they could have ended up anywhere. He sat buckled into the pilot's seat staring out of

Honest Jerton's Surplus Depot "No," Darien leaned forward in the cramped cockpit of the Amsus military shuttle he had been assigned to on this trip, the frustration in his voice was very evident. "I have been waiting for nearly nine hours, it took me four hours just to get here in the first place, I don't care about your bureaucracy, or if your administrator is busy. I've had enough; put me through now or I am personally coming over there and putting my foot up your ass!" The pilot of the

Terran System Darien sat on his couch watching TV, occasionally lifting the remote to change the channel. He owned a holographic one, displaying its picture vertically from its base. Beyond total immersion the TV was really the only way to enjoy mindless entertainment. The Amsus, for all their faults, really didn't do much to curtail civil liberties. It kept the populace happy to have the illusion of freedom, and they had no desire to enforce curfews upon the Terrans, so that left very lit

A lone man picks up a battle standard cast down three hundred years before. beginning a journey that will lead him to find the lost fleet, and a forgotten ship at the edge of nowhere. Darien Taine must accept his role, guiding his crew on the long road to free their people from Amsus tyranny. Uncovering along the way the sins that led to humanity's downfall, and reforging alliances long thought forgotten. Three hundred years of slavery, of persecution and of tyranny are at an end.

Scott was waiting for Luke; he'd managed to wrangle another early night off of work, a reward for finally getting the fax program working. Zulee was always willing to make a deal time-for-time and somehow Scott always seemed to be the one to lose out in those deals. But then he didn't really mind, it was extra money in the bank to help pay down the Rover. Gran had been surprised to see him bustle in early; Uncle Nigel and Aunt Debbie had gone back to Nottingham the day before and he was sure

Ben was laughing at him. Scott was not impressed; he was having enough difficulty trying to update a computer's drivers. He looked up and shook his head, "It's not that funny," he said a little testily. "Yes it is," Ben responded, finishing up the latest batch of invoices. "If there was one person who would get caught trying to hide a policeman in his bedroom, it would be you." "You're just jealous," Scott replied, following the endless links trying to download the particular driver he wan