"Antiquities of Furness", first published in 1769 purports to give the definitive History of this region of England from the Stone Age to the middle of the eighteenth century. Many of the connections made, and explanations given, in this book now seem implausible and in some cases even hilarious. "The Drustone " is a fictional story, based on material from this source. A lot of it is true. It is up to you, the discerning reader, to distinguish fact from fabrication. I think it only right to apologise to Mr.Robinson, Mr.Malloy and Miss Cottam, my former History teachers, who would undoubtedly squirm at the version of Furness' past espoused in this tale.

During her last years my cousin Anne devoted a great deal of time to researching family history. On her death I inherited a black box file bearing the name , William Benson. William Benson was my father. I have no real recollection of him. Of course, I have family pictures inherited from my mother, but most of them are photographs of my parents, and in nearly all of them my father is wearing an army uniform. I have only one picture of us as a family group. In it my mother, father, and I appear to be sitting on the steps of a summer cottage. I am dangling on my father's knee and he seems to be looking at me with loving eyes. At least I like to think of it that way. On opening the file I discovered a battered leather wallet. Hidden away in an inner pocket I discovered several sheets of neatly folded paper that had browned with age. Written on the paper was the rough draft of a letter - a letter dated the day before I was born. Maybe my father wrote it as he awaited my delivery. Stunned by the contents of the letter, and wondering if it had ever been posted, I was inspired to research my family history. "End of the Line", is the product of that investigation.

During the worst winter since the ice age, a lethal pandemic sweeps across Europe and Asia reducing survivors to starving, psychotic cannibals. As the snow retreats from the fifteen-foot walls of Wideheath high-security psychiatric hospital, a ragtag group of patients and staff struggle to make it through the zombie apocalypse in a world where crazy is the new norm. **** Like/don't like? Please comment. It all helps. Feel free to be as honest as you like. **** Follow for updates. **** Thanks for reading... enjoy!

The Mayans were right.....almost. On the 23rd of December 2012, the Earth witnessed beautiful harmless meteor showers all round the planet. Beginning on the 25th of December, the world did end for the humans. The earth did not implode, the stars did not come crashing down, no giant tsunamis hit the coastlines nor did the seas and oceans have raging fires. But one prediction for the Apocalypse did come true. The dead had risen. Not for judgment by the Lord, that may not have been as scary. Very hungry and with uncommon pack intelligence they were a different breed of the undead from those seen in Hollywood. Initially only the recently dead awoke, then everyone who died on or after that day came back alive. The problem: majority of the world had died; the line for the recently resurrected was endless. But as always, humanity endures. Survival has always been something the human race has been good at. This time it will be the survival of the fittest. (Cover : Cataclysm)