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In Dream London the city changes a little every night and the people change a little every day. Captain Jim Wedderburn has looks, style and courage by the bucketful. He’s adored by women, respected by men and feared by his enemies. He’s the man to find out who has twisted London into this strange new world, and he knows it. But the towers are growing taller, the parks have hidden themselves away and the streets form themselves into strange new patterns. There are people sailing in from new lands down the river, new criminals emerging in the East End and a path spiralling down to another world. Everyone is changing, no one is who they seem to be, and Captain Jim Wedderburn is beginning to understand that he’s not the man he thought he was...
No, please. Keep it away from me. ” The man looked at me wisely. “You could always suck on a pebble. It’s said to help. ” “Thank you,” I said drily. “If I see a suitable one I’ll be sure to try it. ” The man laughed. I sat back and looked up the steps at the building that sat at the top. “Does it seem familiar to you? ” asked the man. I shook my head. I felt so tired, so exhausted. “It’s St. Paul’s Cathedral,” said the man. “A lot smaller, it’s true, and the dome has almost gone, but that’s St Paul’s Cathedral.
It’s sometimes like this in a war, Mister Monagan. It takes people a while to realise what they’re fighting for. ” And you sometimes had to sacrifice some for the good of others. Of course, I couldn’t say that to Mister Monagan. “But they’re leaving Dream London, Mister James! They don’t know what it will be like through there! ” He turned to appeal to the crowd, stood up hard against the edges of 80s squares. “Everyone! Stop them! ” No one moved. Mister Monagan moved forward, took hold of the arms of one of the marchers.
Better yet, they know what will happen to them if they do sell. Twenty years imprisonment, no questions asked. The death penalty in more serious cases... ” “That still won’t be enough,” I said. “People are greedy. ” “We’re holding the line. But there’s another reason too, we think. A bigger one. And that’s why you’re here. ” The briefest of pauses. “And me. ” She sagged on the chair, and just for a moment, sitting there in her frilled dress, her red hair on her bare shoulders, her green eyes downcast, she looked so pretty and vulnerable.
What did you say? ” asked Miss Merchant. She seemed more curious than upset at what I’d done. “Just saying where I was. ” “No you weren’t. You said Contracts. I know a little Morse. What did you say? ” “You’ll see soon enough... ” Miss Merchant stared at me for a moment, and then shrugged. “Whatever. Are you going to sign now? ” she asked. “In a moment. Let me take a look around. I might never be up here again. ” I walked around the windows, following the loops of the Thames. I saw the wide channel of the River Roding, heading off north to other lands.
You’ve done well out of Dream London. I wonder how you would have fared if the changes hadn’t happened? ” He waved a hand around the room. We both saw the occupants of the table in the far corner struggling with the seafood salad. Green tentacles batted their forks away as they tried to spear their dinner. “I’d have got by,” I said. “Maybe so,” said Alan. He tuned to look back at the unsuccessful seafood eaters. “You know, they should squirt that octopus with lemon and chilli. That will calm it down.