Huckleberry Hax: 10 books

"This was it. This was what I'd wanted all those years. I'd given up all hope and now it was actually happening. It was actually happening. How many times had I dreamed of having her in my arms like this, if only for one more time. And here she was. Right now."Step Stransky is dead....

A Second Life® detective reflects on cases and confessions, on love, on anger, on understanding Second Life as perhaps the greatest liberator there has ever been, and on falling for the oldest trick in the book, just the same...

Tuesday, 2 September. So I created a Second Life account today. Actually, I created two. First of all I created the identity 'Marcus Foible', but that was kind of done in haste. I spent about a minute on the decision. I thought, 'What the hell does it matter what I call myself in this place?' And...

"We'd booked our place on the crossing just four hours earlier, and it had seemed at the time like we were planning some sort of impromptu honeymoon. There was no event or comment that seemed to mark any sort of turning point after the tickets were in our hands; there was no moment that I could...

"I don't believe in God and I don't believe in the Devil, but I do believe that life is an on-going battle between good and evil. Good is optimism and compassion and gentleness and empathy and joy. Evil is hatred and anger and bitterness and jealousy and apathy. And the only thing which...

ALL FIVE NOVELS OF THE AFK SERIES: AFK. Definitely Thursday, Second Life® detective, reflects on cases and confessions, on love, on anger and on understanding the virtual world as perhaps the greatest liberator there has ever been. AFK, AGAIN. Step Stransky is dead. All that Thursday...

Ten conversations in Second Life®. Eight avatars. One woman, searching. But searching for whom? And why? From the author of 'AFK', a Second Life story about love, dedication and 1970s furniture...

1989. Europe is poised on the brink of revolution; or is it? Two decades later, the consequences of one small event have turned a world on the brink of peace into a world that is hurtling towards war. Only Henry, a loner in both the real world and the online world he visits, has the power to roll everything back so that it plays out the way it was supposed to.

The door opened, quickly. He was actually quite an attractive man. He was slim and muscular, he had a square jaw and delicate fingers. He was wearing a nearly open dressing gown. "Hello, Mica," I said. "My name is Thursday." I pushed the Taser into his abdomen and sent him jerking to the ground.THE...

Did the internet, I asked myself, really expose hidden, but pre-existing identity? Or did it create brand new identity that would never have happened without it? Or was its ultimate function just to take whatever identity you'd managed to build and to tear it into tiny, unexaminable pieces? Was Benjamin...