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  • peter
    Hey noSolaceleft-- I just sent to your original email address.
    October 17
  • noSolaceleft
    Peter,

    To answer your questions in the correct order

    I am seriously pushing 40 and
    I'm just as serious about the criticism (actually even more since I really believe in honest, not kind criticism)
    No, this has not been self published nor do I intend to do so. I believe my book features some good writing and most of all a plot that's completely new (which as you probably are aware off is a very rare thing in this genre.), so I really hope to find a literary agent that sells them it to some publisher of Frank. That's probably quite naïve, but that's my plan anyway.
    No I don't have access to an editor but my plan is to have the literary agency have iron things out, since I believe this is part of their services.

    I'm quite curious about these questions I have to admit. It would be kind of you if you were to enlighten me.

    Björn

    By mistake I've sent you the same mail from the account of my girlfriend on whose desktop I also have for convenience my mail adress. Hope this doesn't distract your spam filter. Anyway, here are the answers to your questions again.
    October 17
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    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Just got one of these off qbay. They've slashed Q's budget,
      but luckily, it's not something you'd pay 'out the nose' for.
  • peter
    ... and seriously... Shatner vs Connery. Winner gets the tuxedo.
    October 16
    • Murdock
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      Let the games begins. :D
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    • ClarkDevlin
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      My, Name, Is, Bond, James, Bond.
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      Kirk...James T. Kirk. ;)
    • mattjoes
      mattjoes
      Shatnerfinger
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      From Iowa with Green Women.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Licence To Kirk.
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      Beam another Day.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Quantum of Tribbles
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      The Klingons are not Enough.
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    • Murdock
      Murdock
      "My fishing boat, for my retirement. Away from you."
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      I tried to by a raft - all out of stock.
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      The deck was stacked in my favor.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Otherwise you'll be lost at sea. Adrift.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      One million seamines, and my hover-rafts float right over them.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Somewhere, beyond the seamines...
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      I was curious who Carver would send.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      No sign of the stealth boat.
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      He blew the budget on the giant poster of his face.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Bond tore up his face. Twice.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Tora Tora.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Well, that takes care of the normal tear and tear.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Not a surprising amount that goes on out there in the field.
    • Murdock
      Murdock
      One tear in that boat and he'll wish he didn't have an inflated opinion of himself.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      The tears of Allah work in mysterious ways.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Nothing sinister.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      So, no use of thinking on his sins?
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      This conversation has been deflated.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      How deflating.
  • noSolaceleft
    Just a few pages, but they should give you an idea what to expect from me. Have fun. Also, whatever you find wrong with it don't hesitate to tell me.



    Book 1: A devil to embrace

    Prologue

    The old man snorted in disgust and turned away from the television, where once again a man with untamed beard implored the death of each and every unbeliever and – as a matter of course – the destruction of Israel. He felt tired and worn out. None of this was new. Not for his country and certainly not for his people, but never had the threat been greater.
    Never so close, never so powerful.
    His gaze went out of the window, over the hectic flickering Tel Aviv, whose noise penetrated loud and jumbled up to him. This, the most vital and intense of all modern cities in the Middle East, assuring itself of its vitality by relentlessly celebrating each and every night louder than the one before.
    And she would continue celebrating. Long after those, who so ardently wished for the destruction of this city and the country surrounding it, would be nothing but dust and ashes. So he had vowed, and so it would be. At least if God wanted and his plan was without blemish.
    He looked north, where the Satan he was about to embrace lived, luring to join him in a battle against something even worse.
    He had raised for himself every possible concern, had lived through each and every imaginable scenario time and time again, but still he had found nowhere else to turn to in this moment of highest desperation and so the decision was made.

    ***

    Day 1:
    The high speed train from Munich, where I was residing these days, delivered me with Teutonic precession right on schedule at Vienna's Western Train station.
    According to the old woman, with whom I had shared my train compartment, this was by no means always the case. She was – from the pound of jewelry slung around her wrinkled neck, right up to her condescending demeanor – the classic dyed in the wool high ranking civil servant widow copyright German Kaiserreich and on her way to bless her daughter, which was married to an Austrian, with her presence.
    Each and every single word she had fired at me for the last five hours had conveyed the pure conviction, that since the resignation of Bismarck things were steadily going downhill in Germany. Coincidentally, exactly since the time when they had neglected to hang the first Social Democrats at the highest gallows, along with a few suffragettes thrown in for good measure.
    How I had managed to stay below her anarchist radar and deemed worthy to be spoken to was a mystery to me, and, frankly, almost a little embarrassing. I just managed to say goodbye to her before she could begin to enlighten me on what was going wrong in Austria. Or worse, introduce me to her clan, which was supposedly awaiting her at the platform.
    She and a 1st class train ticket had been my best possible bulwark against border control, hence my enduring her presence. Since I had received my passport out of the hands of an employee of the German BND, which happens to be their intelligence service, there was really no reason to doubt it. Still, I generally prefer not to be noticed by law enforcement agencies at all whenever possible and those who had checked our train would have had to entertain an already very concrete suspicion, in order to fight their way through the disapproving gorgonian stare of the old frigate.
    Also, I didn't mind the, compared to air travel, three hours time loss. Traveling by train reminds me – accompanied by only very slight traces of melancholy – of a time when I had friends and not just acquaintances, when I was traveling for fun and considered the unknown exotic and not dangerous.
    Nobody out of the crowd of people, I allowed to drift me on the square in front of the station, made a move towards the taxis; thus preventing me from taking inconspicuously the second or third cab in the row. One, which for certain wasn't waiting for a specific passenger to take him for a ride to nowhere.
    I regularly flatter myself not to be overly paranoid for someone in my line of business so consequently I opened, with only barely perceptible hesitation, the car's trunk, threw in the little trolley case – which always makes me feel like a stewardess – and slid into the back, telling the driver my desired destination.
    I had the feeling that our way involved some quite unnecessary detours, but I didn't mind. I was in no hurry and it had been quite a while since I had been to Vienna.
    Not that anything had changed. The town was – as always – of fairytale-like magic at its more beautiful places and of pitiful primitiveness at its uglier ones. As so many times, when I had been here before, the thought crossed my mind how much both of these aspects had to do not only with the particular locations, but with the people crowding them.
    The taxi driver delivered me exactly to the street corner I had told him and took my money, but otherwise he had neither by facial expressions nor by words revealed that he had actually noticed me at all.
    I had him – maybe a little carelessly from a professional's point of view – depose me only two blocks away from my hotel, so just 10 minutes later I was filling in my registration card at the reception. I had no reservation, but this kind of to the bones optimized hotel had, especially in the off-season, always rooms available. From the outside, the building looked like an awe inspiring manifest to the long gone Austro-Hungarian period; back when the Habsburgers were calling the shots, including those that finally had led to World War One.
    Inside, the international hotel chain, which had bought it, had gutted it as thorough as the conscience of your average politician. What was left were suites that managed to squeeze in not quite 20 square meters a double bed with bedside tables left and right, a LCD-TV in front of it, and a small square table including a chair. All this plus a bathroom.
    I looked around me and realized once more how much modern interior decorators had learned from all those suicide research the Scandinavians had conducted for the last decades. Bright pastel colors combined with furniture completely devoid of any edges and daylight imitating creamy LED lighting did their best to stifle any possible approach of despondency.
    My luggage, which stows as quickly as it is repacked, didn't impede me appreciable. I glanced at my watch; it already had become half past four. Still one and a half hour until my rendezvous with my contact from the BND in the restaurant I had designated. The only reason why I had chosen it, was that - during my last stay in Vienna - it had distinguished itself by means of an outstanding Austro-Hungarian cuisine, which I happen to embrace very lovingly every time I get a chance. Mainly because here in Austria, just as about everywhere in the vicinity of the Balkans, they take regulations easy and food serious.
    Since nothing held me back here, I decided to hit the road again. The meeting point was pretty much on the other side of downtown, which meant I had a long walk ahead of me.
    I could live with that. Not that I needed something like an appetite stimulating effect, but there are few cities in the world where a walk resembles so much of a pleasant visit to the museum as in Vienna. I stepped outside and stared to the sky.
    Vaguely, like a premonition, fall had begun to come over the land, but the air was still mild while the night slowly began to dig its claws into the city. I took a deep breath of Viennese air and waltzed on.

    ***

    Vienna's St. Stephen's was, as probably pretty much every day of the year, full of people and only very few of them were here to worship. So it wasn't too difficult to identify Blendi's man.
    Just as we had agreed upon he knelt on the third front pew and muttered intensely into his folded hands.
    Blendi was Albanian and until the end of the Yugoslavian civil war had worked for the Serbian intelligence service. Actually, as he once had revealed to me in a quite drunken state, his name was Bledi, which in English would translate to something like Dumbi. Due to his intense business relations in the German-speaking countries he had decided to add the 'n', which was all for the better, both for him and his business partners.
    Albanians aren't of self-deprecating and cheerful nature anyway, let alone being particularly tolerant when someone suggests towards them - meant humorously or not - that their name implies they might not be very bright. On that tree-covered rock they call home, harmless jokes as that one regularly cause blood feuds, which usually last a century or two.
    Anyway. He created a fairly large portion of his income by supplying people, in my and similar lines of business, with things not available on every street corner. Such as guns, fake passports, and plastic explosives. You get the picture.
    I assumed strongly, that what I had ordered was in the small package on the kneeler next to the praying man. I sat next to him and identified myself with some short rhythmic fingernail scratching on the bench. He took some time to finish clearing his throat into his fists, unknotted his equally hairy and bony fingers, stood up, and went with the satisfactory feeling of having finished his job successfully. I just continued sitting there, allowing my gaze to reverently wander through the vast halls until I was relatively certain not to be in anyone's focus. Then I slowly grabbed the package, stowed it in the side pocket of my coat, and raised. Still in awe, of course.
    Outside, I went straight to the nearest fast food restaurant, whose washrooms I visited gratefully.
    In my small enclosed cabin I didn't let myself hinder too long by the wrapped around brown paper; meaning tearing it to shreds.
    I checked my order. A Hungarian Walam semi automatic handgun caliber 22, featuring a double-action trigger and aluminium frame. Strictly speaking, nothing more than a shameless rip off of the German Walther PP, albeit with lighter weight. Supplying something so small was actually well below Blendi’s threshold of expected profit margin, but I assumed he counted on me owing him a favor. Something guys like him always have use for.
    Many people tend to think, that with these little .22 bullets one can - at best - get a mouse pregnant, but those have rarely ever have fired a major caliber handgun in an enclosed space. Because no matter what movies and television may teach you, your basic action movie hero would be doomed to spend the rest of his career - plagued by deafness and tinnitus - at a desk after just about any average movie shootout.
    As for the low stopping power of small calibers, I generally try to compensate for it by combining straight shooting with as many holes as possible in places, where mother nature has not intended them to be. Strictly speaking for myself, I can report that this has worked out quite well so far.
    Also, I am always more than willing to rob my nearest victim from his whatever blaster to continue whatever bloodshed. I pressed one of three magazines in the frame and worked the slide slowly. No stuttering and scratching, no rough surfaces galling against each other, which might jam the gun.
    So far so good. At my present location I could hardly dwell any longer on testing its reliability, but back in my hotel room that would change decidedly.
    However, I somehow trusted Blendi on that one. He lived not too shabby by receiving very good money for supplying reasonably good commodities for mayhem and such, but also knew very well about how short life could be under certain circumstances. This is definitely the one industry in which dissatisfied customers do not just send a complaint. Unless it is charged with a pound of explosives that is, which generally has a very motivating effect on delivered services.
    He regularly boasted, that his armourers and gun tuners had previously worked for the Albanian secret service and the Albanian mafia. Probably the only time that one has heard the terms Albania and tuning in the same line, but still.
    I stuffed the Walam into the waistband just next to my appendix scar and continued - now ready for the rough world outside - my way

    ***
    October 16
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      That's my weekend reading sorted. Thanks, @noSolaceleft. :D

      I'll definitely let you know what I think of it as soon as possible.
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    • ClarkDevlin
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      Hello, 9IW. Yes, it's finally here. Quite enough for completion.
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Just checking if the thumbnail function is working. Yes it is, says Mr. Hinx.
  • ClarkDevlin
    Can't wait to read your spy novel, mate. :)
    October 16
  • Dragonpol
    Welcome back, Q!
    October 8
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Thanks. I'd like to welcome back your avatar!
    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      Thank you. I always come back to this one in the end!
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      It's the circle of life.
  • CommanderRoss
    bump!

    (couldn't resist ;-)
    September 27
    • DarthDimi
      DarthDimi
      Hahaha :D
      Making fun of our fellow members, are we? :P

      "Any comments?"
      "Anyone?"
      "Anyone wants to answer?"
      "*bump*"
      ...

      :D
    • Division_00
      Division_00
      What is this bump stuff
    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      Bump off?
    • DarthDimi
      DarthDimi
      I ain't bumpin' nobody here. ;-)
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Means you've been bumping somebody, after all, Dimi? ;)
    • DarthDimi
      DarthDimi
      Humping is my middle n--I mean, bumping? Nah, I don't know the meaning of that word.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      Well, now don't you frown, just knuckle down, and BUMP on wood!
    • QBranch
      QBranch
      Bump for President!
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    • QBranch
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      zero G's = no gravity
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  • Dragonpol
    The original (and best) yellow minions!
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    • Division_00
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      Not gonna lie but those Despicable Me critters are freakin' annoying. I liked them when I was ten but now it feels like an OD.
    • Minion
      Minion
      Haha! I was actually nicknamed "Minion" about twelve years ago. I used to do backstage work on plays, so I was a "minion" to the director. I was a minion before it was cool!
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    Welcome Aboard!
    October 12
  • I just found out that < /div> was a command on this site. Heh!
    October 3
    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      What does it do?
    • Division_00
      Division_00
      I think it sets off a section. Look for it the next time you quote someone.
    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      Thanks!
  • Division_00
    Hi, can you list the available emojis?
    October 10
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      The constant ones I personally use are:

      :))
      =))
      ;)
      :O
      :D

      They are similar to the normal chat emojis and the way they're written with keyboard symbols. Hope these could help. We're hoping the site brings back the emoticon box after it had been disappeared on an update.
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    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      Put the toilet roll in the fridge!
  • Division_00
    How do you make your intro message STAY there?
    October 10
    • Dragonpol
      Dragonpol
      Your link will stay there as long as you don't post anything else above it, otherwise IT will become the top post on your profile page. I hope that makes sense!
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    • ClarkDevlin
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      Swagger. You, old chap, certainly have it.
    • 00Agent
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      i'd like to answer to that with the same gesture that Brosnan does in that pic :D
      Thank you my eaqually stylish friend.
    • ClarkDevlin
      ClarkDevlin
      You're welcome, my good man! Here's to that! :D
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