by Mick Norman
By moving quickly and silently, Gerry spread the word for his chapter to withdraw. Filtering away from different exits, those who were still able managed to get out. They were helped by an announcement from the tannoy system that originated in Bergen’s office. ‘Ghouls!! On the roof! They’ve caught Eve! Quick!’
Any who doubted were convinced by the lime-green figure of one of their brothers shouting and beckoning from near the top of the main stairway.
Virtually all of the surviving Ghouls made for that stairway, to aid their president. The lime-green figure vanished.
A hand turned a valve. Oil gushed down the stairs, soaking the centre of the building. Drenching the Ghouls. Flooding off at every floor to pour through every office. A touch from a cigarette lighter to the end of a narrow trail of fuel. Two pairs of feet sprinting for the narrow, service stairs at the rear of the building.
The whole block rocking to the explosion. Anyone on the stairs was killed instantly as the pillar of flame dashed their charred bodies to oblivion. The flames spread uncontrollably through each floor, burning all it touched. Desks, floors, drapes, corpses, computers, carpets, the living.
Death came to that day, as it so often does, to the innocent and to the guilty. It came to the “Daily Leader” as it had to its owner.
There is one last question for you to consider. In a tale of much guilt and little innocence; where lies the main guilt? Where?
Nineteen – All Alone, All Alone, All Alone.
Copyright Ortyx Press, 197–
All alone, all alone, all alone.
Blood on the road,
And a white heron flying.
Blood on the road,
And a grey mist rising.
All alone,
All alone,
All alone.
Angels running, riding free.
Blood in the eyes.
And a grey goose winging.
Blood in the eyes,
And a red sun rising.
All alone,
All alone,
All alone.
I’m going to run and ride and die.
Blood in my brain.
And a black eagle stooping,
Blood in my brain,
And a dark river rising.
All alone,
All alone,
All alone.
Not alone, not alone, not alone,
Blood in my mind.
And a white hawk rising
Blood in my mind
And a free road waiting.
Not alone.
Not alone.
Not alone.
FALLEN ANGELS
THE LAST HEROES QUARTET
VOLUME ONE:
ANGELS FROM HELL
ANGEL CHALLENGE
By Mick Norman
First Published by New English Library in 1973
First Smashword Edition: November 2016
Copyright © 1974, 2016 by Mick Norman
Names, characters and incidents in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information or storage and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author, except where permitted by law.
Cover image © 2016 by Tony Masero
Series Editor: Mike Stotter
Text © Piccadilly Publishing *This is a Piccadilly Publishing Book
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