The Vermin of Arklington: Afterword By A.A. Ripley
Thank you for sticking with the story for so long and thank you for reading. Hope you had a good time and enjyoed the adventures as much as I enjoyed…
Thank you for sticking with the story for so long and thank you for reading. Hope you had a good time and enjyoed the adventures as much as I enjoyed…
When she woke up again it was dark. She was laying there, her eyes half-closed, with no thought in her head. Above and beyond cliffs the moon had risen. Its…
She came to grey, pre-dawn clouds billowing above her. She moved her head to take account of her surroundings. Jay was lying on a wide palette bed, built from scrap…
It was dark, so dark. In the darkness a single shaft of light stood out. It was close. It was weak, but still it was shining in the inky surroundings…
A movement, a rustle was what roused her. She started on her feet, not knowing where she was or what was she doing. The place, the room was strange to…
‘Jay, your knee is in my face.’ ‘Uh, sorry’ mumbled Jay, barely daring to raise her voice above the whisper. She needn’t have to worry though. The crate they were…
Jay had sun in her eyes, a deep-golden light of the noon that passed its peak and was gearing ready for the evening performance of setting sun. She pulled her…