"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing."
A famous quote with relevance throughout history, particularly in modern times.
But what of these good men? Who will they be?
It does not say which bizarre background they may have...that they will bicker and argue, conceal secrets from others or even be near competent.
Meet the most unlikely group of characters you could ever envisage bringing together to investigate or fight evil in their story of dark humour and bumbling investigations against the ultimate adversity. Two individuals will emerge from obscurity to combat the unspeakable, relying heavily on luck, bravado, momentum, bitchiness and humour to blunder through an environment most people could never comprehend existed.
As for evil, it will come in many twisted forms from the shadows...tentacles of the ultimate darkness tugging at the soul of humans and manipulating individuals to commit unspeakable acts.
Concealed all around it watches through the eyes of others...perhaps a friend, lover or colleague?
Looking into the eyes of pure unadulterated evil...what could you see? Will you even know or comprehend what looks back at you? A blank, uncaring vision of demonic abominations staring back?
An eternal dark war for the ultimate prize is afoot...only animals will sense and flee from eyes of pitch-black darkness for humanity is the prize.
Adventure into a murky and somewhat deviant dark emerging subculture in London where nothing is as it seems and the humour is edged with innuendoes and energy.
Meet some of the most flamboyant characters and experience lives 'on the edge' of society as one of the most unlikely detective duos team up in the fight against crime.
Bloodied Hunger is the first of The Boys in Denim Blue Series with renamed outrageous souls of the time and a dusting of fictional characters depicting an age where HIV and Aids stalked the populace, many considering their hidden private lives as an addictive 'dance with death.' This is the third book in the series.
With DNA profiling and CCTV in their infancy, the investigators are unaware that a darker evil is at play and that an eternal supernatural battle may soon consume them all.
This series is a memory of the many marvellous people depicted, many who are sadly no longer with us, the world being a far less colourful place without their sparkle.
Disclaimer: Please be aware that the reader may find some of the scenes depicted in these fictional tales rather extreme or explicit in gory detail. There are also numerous sexual references and innuendo that may not meet with modern style but are more accurate for what was expressed at the time. These are to add context to the stories and no discomfort or offence is intended.
The writer aims to provide a thoroughly enjoyable and imaginative reading experience at an affordable price for the reader. All three works from the author's World War 2 Series concentrating on the Battle for Stalingrad have achieved Best Seller status on Amazon in the UK and many more stories are outlined.
Imagination is personal, free and to be cherished.
As a boy, I used to write reports of the local football matches in my home town in northern Scotland, my favourite stories to write at the time being adventure and war and how the human condition adapts to the pressures of fate and unpredictability. Fascinated by history, I used to consume books at a frantic rate, reading personal accounts and historical works across all ages and becoming frustrated upon perusing articles that would compromise fact for common belief or to embellish a tale. My parents had always encouraged me to follow my interest, and this continued with my father occasionally enquiring if I had written anything, something I regret I had not done at the time. Although the pressures of buying property, running a business and having a career allowed me to develop plots and devise potential ideas for books, tales, twists of fate, etc. this was usually accomplished whilst sitting at traffic lights, awaking from a dream, waiting in a bar or the bane of my life, rush hour traffic. I did not realise at the time I was continually formulating stories in my mind, it was just an entertaining pastime to prevent boredom with the initial extracts of imagination then added to over time and usually when passing the same place. On long journeys, I would mentally start out with a plot and character, allowing that to grow and flourish in my mind...quite a useful diversion on say an eight hour car journey...by the time I reached the destination, a whole set of characters and actions had been formulated, sometimes even with terrain and weather. I would then write these whims down, unaware my sub-conscious seemed to be storing the colourful adventure, the key being the location I was at or even emotional state. A couple of years ago, my father unfortunately passed away and it was on the train to assist in the arrangements for the funeral that I considered what my father had encouraged me to do, the things he had been proud of that I had perhaps let slip. All the plots and stories began to pour back as I sat staring out into the French countryside, the silly twists that life throws at us, comical endings to situations and the 'itch I could never scratch', understanding fate's choices and the luck in life. I determined at that point that I would finally achieve what I had always dreamed of and write. At the end of the journey with the train pulling into Bezier...I had completed the first chapter of the first book, Bloody Iced Bullet.
