Friday, 26 August 2016
Tuesday, 16 August 2016
Rivers of London: Black Mould #2WRITERS: Ben Aaronovitch & Andrew Cartmel
ARTIST: Lee Sullivan
COLOURS: Luis Guerrero
FC - 32pp - $3.99 - On sale: November 16
There's a mould problem in South London. Not the usual stuff that smells funny and can be hell on the lungs. This mould is possessed by some dark power full of bad intentions and it's another case for London's one and only trainee wizard cop, PC Peter Grant!
Cover A: Paul McCaffrey
Cover B: Lee Sullivan & Luis Guerrero
Cover C: Dan Boultwood
Hmnn I wonder where the idea for that last cover comes from? Could it be...
Wednesday, 10 August 2016
Monday, 8 August 2016
Are little bits of fiction that don't really rate being called a short story and are unlikely to ever be incorporated into a longer work. Needless to say they still constitute a finished work and I assert my copyright etc.
The young lady in the picture is Erlin Ibreck posing for the Ghananian photographer James Barnor for a Drum fashion shoot in 1966.
Nightingale: London 1966
By Ben Aaronovitch
Since the war it had become impossible, during his infrequent visits to London, to persuade Hugh to visit the Folly we naturally gravitated to the Navy and Military. The food was not a patch on Molly’s but like most of the survivors Hugh complained that there were too many ghosts at Russell Square for him to be truly comfortable.
‘I’m surprised that you stay there yourself,’ he’d said on an earlier trip. ‘But then you were always made of sterner stuff than us mere mortals.’
The chaps have always needed to set me on a plinth this way. I can see it in their eyes. If the Nightingale can take it so can I, they say and who am I to disabuse them or tell them of the nights I have spent pleading with the spirits for some peace. If only there were ghosts in truth, after all I had been educated in a dozen different ways to rid myself of those.
I, of course, could not abandon the Folly without first abandoning Molly and that was not something I was prepared to do. This duty had proved a strong enough thread upon which to hang my sanity, that and the stubborn streak I had no doubt inherited from my mother.
Hugh was in fine fettle that afternoon his son had recently taken a position with an old established firm in Hereford.
‘One had feared that he would be drawn to the bright lights of the Metropolis,’ said Hugh. ‘Instead I am graced by his presence most weekends. He’s taken a great interest in the bees of late.’
‘And how are the hives,’ I asked.
‘Thriving naturally,’ said Hugh. ‘I have a talent if I do say so myself.’
I’ve always thought Hugh’s desperate striving for normalcy was undermined by that strange quixotic urges of his. I’ve seen photographs of his ‘tower’ in Herefordshire and his interest in insects predated the war. David used to rag him unmercifully about his frequent field trips abroad.
‘Hugh is our modern Darwin,’ he once said. ‘Only he takes his inspiration from beetles not snails.’
I remember Hugh in those dark forests on the Ettersberg. He’d dropped his staff and picked up a rifle and with every action of the bolt he swore at the German infantry as if they were responsible for the things we’d seen.
We all reached the limitations of our art that night.
‘And speaking of our mighty capital,’ said Hugh over our Castle Puddings. ‘I’ve been hearing the most extraordinary things. The gypsies who came for the harvest this year said that there was a woman who's claiming to be goddess of the River Thames. A coloured lady no less.’ Hugh grinned and waves his fork as if it was my fault. ‘Is this true? Is it even possible?’
I said that it seemed entirely possible and that I had met the young lady in question and she seemed entirely agreeable if somewhat forceful. Hugh expressed interest in how the Old Man of the River might be taking this new turn of events and I told him with the same indifference he’d shown to events below Teddington Lock these last hundred years or so.
‘I thought the old town felt different,’ said Hugh and a I felt a sudden moment unwarranted alarm.
‘Different in what way?’ I asked.
‘Oh I don’t know,’ said Hugh. ‘A certain frisson, a sense of excitement, youth, energy,’ he trailed off and shrugged.
‘The miniskirts?’ I said because Hugh had always had an eye for the ladies.
‘You don’t feel it then?’
‘I can’t say that I do.’
‘And yet you seem much more cheerful,’ said Hugh. ‘Has something changed?’
‘You remember what David used to say –“ everything is change”?’
‘I remember that you invariably responded with plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose,’ said Hugh. ‘Perhaps you were both right.’
After lunch I gave Hugh a lift to Paddington to catch his train. During the drive he suggested that I might trade in my perfectly serviceable Rover P4 for something more modern and went as far as to quote Marcus Aurelius – in the original Greek no less.
Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
I hardly saw what that had to do with my choice of automobile but once he’d put the idea in my head I began to see the advantages of perhaps acquiring one of the new model Jaguars. At the very least it would impress my colleagues at Scotland Yard.
And perhaps a new suit in the modern style to go with it.
Friday, 5 August 2016
Monday, 1 August 2016
A Chronology of the Rivers of London Books
People have been asking about where the comics fit into the chronology so I thought a blog was in order. One caveat - the short story The Home Crowd Advantage is obviously set in 2012 during the London Olympics but because it was written before the chronology of the series had firmed up it contains a number of anachronisms. I've learnt to be philosophical about this sort of thing.
This is not the same as publication order.
Rivers of London
The Home Crowd Advantage
Moon Over Soho
Whispers Under Ground
The Furthest Station
The Hanging Tree
Friday, 29 July 2016
Monday, 25 July 2016
Friday 29 July 3.00-3.45pm
Samantha Shannon, Ben Aaronovitch, V E Schwab
Venue: YALC main stage
Other panellists: Samantha Shannon, V E Schwab, Katherine Webber (chair)
Three of the biggest names in fantasy fiction today come together for a panel discussion exploring their writing, and their alternative visions of London with host Katherine Webber.
Friday 29 July 4.00-6.00pm
Book signing session
Venue: YALC signing area
Tuesday, 19 July 2016
DIAMOND PREVIEW TOMORROW
BLACK MOULD ISSUE #1
Writers: Ben Aaronovitch & Andrew Cartmel
Artist: Lee Sullivan
It creeps! It crawls! It ooooozes! Something dark and slimy is dripping through the walls of suburban London. Not usually a police matter but there's something very weird about this mould. Police Constable Peter Grant and his unwilling partner, Sahra Guleed, soon find themselves knee deep in killer muck! Meanwhile, their boss, Thomas Nightingale, is preparing to do battle against a haunted ice cream van. Good times.
Rivers of London: Black Mould #1
|Cover A: Claudia Caranfa|
|Cover B: Lee Sullivan / Luis Guerrero|
|Cover C: Anna Dittmann|
Cover D: Arianna Florean
|Cover E: Ben Templesmith|
Tuesday, 28 June 2016
Coming in October
Toby and the Folly Gang face their biggest mystery ever.
Although to be honest my money's on the culprit being Old Man Smithee who would have got away with it too if it hadn't been for those meddling kids.
Tuesday, 21 June 2016
Wednesday, 15 June 2016
Friday, 10 June 2016
Friday, 3 June 2016
Wednesday, 1 June 2016
My friend James Swallow has a book out this Thursday, I read it long before it was published and enjoyed it immensely (see pullquote) and read it again now that it's coming out and enjoyed it even more.
Published by Bonnier Zaffre.
WHERE DO YOU TURN WHEN YOUR COUNTRY TURNS ON YOU?
Marc Dane is a MI6 field agent at home behind a computer screen, one step away from the action. But when a brutal attack on his team leaves Marc as the only survivor - and with the shocking knowledge that there are traitors inside MI6 - he's forced into the front line.
But when the evidence seems to point towards Marc as the perpetrator of the attack, he is accused of betraying his country and must race against time to clear his name.
With nowhere to turn to for help and no one left to trust, Marc is forced to rely on the enigmatic Rubicon group and their operative Lucy Keyes. Ex-US Army, Lucy also knows what it's like to be an outsider, and she's got the resources that Marc is sorely lacking.
A terrorist attack is coming, one bigger and more deadly than has ever been seen before. With the eyes of the security establishment elsewhere, only Lucy and Marc can stop the attack before it is too late...
A DEVASTATING TERRORIST ATTACK IN CENTRAL BARCELONA.
AN ELITE UNIT FATALLY AMBUSHED IN NORTHERN FRANCE.
A SINISTER ORPHANAGE IN THE HEART OF THE DESERT.
A TRAITOR BURIED IN THE BRITISH SECURITY SERVICES.
Only one man can unmask the conspiracy - but only if he survives long enough...
'An intelligent, likable and, above all, believable hero is faced with a frighteningly credible threat in a thriller that hits the tarmac running and doesn't stop accelerating until its terrifying conclusion.'
- Ben Aaronovitch
'A terrific white-knuckle, lip-chewing thriller. Marc Dane is the British Jason Bourne. About bloody time!'
- Rhianna Pratchett, WGA Award-winning writer of Tomb Raider and Mirror's Edge.
'Exciting and thought-provoking in equal measure, NOMAD is a thinking reader's white knuckle thrill ride. James Swallow has written a benchmark technothriller for the 21st century, one that's as engrossing as it is plausible.'
- Richard Dansky, Central Tom Clancy writer on Splinter Cell, Ghost Recon, Rainbow Six and The Division.
It is buyable from Amazon here.