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A miscellany of words and stories from the Way-Back-When and the Come-What-May.
tarnishedpilgrim@bradleywynne.com
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Wagga Beach
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A miscellany of words and stories from the Way-Back-When and the Come-What-May.
tarnishedpilgrim@bradleywynne.com
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Wagga Beach
This is a website-in-progress. Be patient please (October 2017). Asterisk indicates cover images by Igor Saktor.
For many decades, Tilly has wandered through
a dystopian land. Now she has a chance
to set things right.
Detective Harry Kelso is told that her favourite uncle
is dead, but with few clues and little time, she must confront her own past to face the present.*
As a form of healing for the betrayals of the second revolution, Misha invites society's victims to reenact their stories. The authorities are watching.
Under the harsh rule of the Intendaence, Peter's pirate radio colleagues live recklessly and he must choose between political and moral corruption to save them.
Lucy Tsong has struggled to love or even respect her treasonous and ailing father. Now his fellow consiprators demand she replace him in the coming insurgency.
Would you betray newfound friendships if it meant resolving your greatest anguish?*
If those in your care faced slaughter and you all had the chance to flee and survive, what would compel you stand and fight?*
The Fratis Silincuru cult believes it is about to change the world. Should Kym help them, hinder them, or just get out of the way?
Who do you think you are, Augustine da Freya?
Who do we?*
In the battle against evil, which weapon should you choose: faith or magic?*
Madness is just a state of mind.*
How can the boy shape the future when his world's past is forged from falsehoods?
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Where's my head?
So. How was it before the cloud, before the talking-baubles of the web, before mobiles, email, before faxes and telegrams and postcards and letters, before traveloguers? Huh? How was it then? Dusty books on library shelves? Whisperings from Uncle Albert and the intriguingly young aunty of the day Sam (or was it Pat, or Chris ... something ambiguous, always puzzles)? So. How was it then? It was a ticket, like to a show. Lesson One: Leave your brain at the departure lounge and let the mind kick in? Cliche. Leave your mind at home and let you heart rule. Better. Are we all sitting on our luggage? Then let us begin.
Image: D.V. PAULI