Welcome to the City of Dragons...
A historical and controversial decision from the early nineteen eighties voted a different way by Government...this is now a new and different Britain. A sprawling metropolis and beacon to global business stands defiantly in the far north, skyscrapers and dazzling lights rising from the dark waves and transforming the UK in the eyes of the world.
The country is transformed with low income tax and renewable energy, bullet trains and motorways where old stock and potholed 'A' roads once stood. Business is booming, the vast building project alone virtually eliminating unemployment and providing a prosperous society for all.
But something was overlooked...unknown and beyond human comprehension as the bulldozers and excavators arrived. An unholy and ancient evil defeated in centuries past stirs, hundreds of years of silence and slumber broken...corruption is set free.
The bloodcurdling howls of unholy werewolf beasts across the Scottish highlands, the stirring of twisted phantoms...the abominable creations of darkness...of ancestral spirits long since laid to rest...demons and evil are rising once more...the ghosts of generations past are awakening.
The innocent arrival of one broken and tormented soul, tortured and twisted from the hardships and tragedy of life...a lonely, isolated man with an ancestral past...one too incredible and fantastic to understand...a destiny to be unleashed, a subliminal power beyond comprehension.
With the return of older antagonising detectives Jin-Lee and Robert Peterson and their associated charismatic and flamboyant friends to assist, the scene is set for dark humour, suspense, innuendo and violence unparalleled in previous adventures.
Blood will flow; peace will shatter...the unimaginable forces of good and evil crash in eternal combat once more...the prize of human souls and possession the ultimate goal. The blood lust and frenzy is about to begin...
...Welcome to the City of Dragons...a city of awakening phantoms...
...Welcome to New Hong Kong...a city destined for eternal darkness...
The Hong Kong Scotsman and related works are a fantasy/paranormal continuation of The Dorothy Squad Series. All books can be read as part of the series or as a stand-alone story...welcome to The NHK Dorothy Squad.
Life is fragile. At any time our existences or world could change...and change dramatically.
Most of us do not even consider, or are far too afraid to consider...that this hour may be the last of that perceived normality...that the darkest evil is watching.
The author aims to provide a thoroughly enjoyable and imaginative reading experience at an affordable price for the reader. All three works from the author's World War 2 Series concentrating on the Battle for Stalingrad have achieved Best Seller status on Amazon in the UK and many more stories are outlined.
Imagination is personal, free and to be cherished.
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About the Author
Fascinated by history, I used to consume books at a frantic rate, reading personal accounts and historical works across all ages and becoming frustrated upon perusing articles that would compromise fact for common belief or to embellish a tale.
My parents had always encouraged me to follow my interest, and this continued with my father occasionally enquiring if I had written anything, something I regret I had not done at the time. Although the pressures of buying property, running a business and having a career allowed me to develop plots and devise potential ideas for books, tales, twists of fate, etc. this was usually accomplished whilst sitting at traffic lights, awaking from a dream, waiting in a bar or the bane of my life, rush hour traffic. I did not realise at the time I was continually formulating stories in my mind, it was just an entertaining pastime to prevent boredom with the initial extracts of imagination then added to over time and usually when passing the same place. On long journeys, I would mentally start out with a plot and character, allowing that to grow and flourish in my mind...quite a useful diversion on say an eight hour car journey...by the time I reached the destination, a whole set of characters and actions had been formulated, sometimes even with terrain and weather. I would then write these whims down, unaware my sub-conscious seemed to be storing the colourful adventure, the key being the location I was at or even emotional state.
A couple of years ago, my father unfortunately passed away and it was on the train to assist in the arrangements for the funeral that I considered what my father had encouraged me to do, the things he had been proud of that I had perhaps let slip.
All the plots and stories began to pour back as I sat staring out into the French countryside, the silly twists that life throws at us, comical endings to situations and the 'itch I could never scratch', understanding fate's choices and the luck in life.
I determined at that point that I would finally achieve what I had always dreamed of and write. At the end of the journey with the train pulling into Bezier...I had completed the first chapter of the first book, Bloody Iced Bullet.