Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Contents
- Prologue
- 2046
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- About the Author
Harry smashes a fist into the first one coming at him. Pivoting from the hips with a tremendous blow that shatters the man’s nose and sends him flying back off his feet. The next two are battered away. Blood and teeth flying out but these are tough ex-soldiers hired as muscle and used to scrapping. They learn from the downing of the first three and form up to lunge in groups. Harry dances back. Punching hard and kicking out with surprising agility for such a big man. He grabs the arm of a man trying to punch him and snaps the elbow joint over his knee. The man screams and drops. Harry boots him hard, sending him sliding back into the feet of the next man.
‘GEHEN,’ someone roars. The rest rush as one. All of them ploughing in to land punches on Harry, who staggers back from the onslaught. He rallies to fight, smashing fists into faces and headbutting others but there are too many. Two go for his legs to try to take him down but he stays upright. Roaring to fight on and hurt them before they kill him.
Ben watches on with his heart hammering and his vision closing in. The sound of the arm breaking was sickening. The blood flying about. The teeth scattering across the floor. The chairs and tables overturning and the noises of the punches. He winces as the fight moves across the room.
Safa watches too. Taking small steps towards Harry as the grey in her mind slowly recedes. This is black and white. This is fighting. She does not know who Harry is but only that he cannot be Mad Harry Madden, so therefore she holds no loyalty to him, but right now he is fighting a dozen men on his own and that isn’t right. Not right at all. She takes another step. Then another. Her eyes tracking every movement and motion. An urge inside to help Harry but a voice telling her none of this right. She twitches and flinches like Ben. One of the men gets punched hard by Harry and staggers back with blood streaming down his face that twists with rage as he grabs a chair and swings it up overhead ready to slam into Harry.
‘That’ll do.’ Safa is off. Running in and aiming for that man. ‘HARRY, WATCH OUT . . .’