Signal to Noise

  He blinks.

  She takes off her headphones and points at him.

  “Yeah, you. Do you like music?”

  “No, sorry,” he says, shrugging.

  “That’s too bad.”

  He should have said ‘yes’. Maybe she would have played with him if he did. He can’t make friends. He always botches it.

  “Do you like potato chips?”

  “I like chips,” he says.

  “What ya’ doing over there then?”

  He crosses the street and sits next to her, setting his bag on the ground. He forgets he had to run errands for his mother.

  SHE OFFERS HIM her chips and he takes a few.

  “I’m Sebastian,” he says.

  “I’m Meche.”

  “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  He grins at her with ease even though things like this—smiling, chatting, being friendly—are never easy for him. It feels easy now.

  She smiles back. It’s not her usual drill. She’s a scowler. Even though she’s just about to hit puberty she can already tell being a teenager is going to be a load of crap. She smiles brightly for him because she feels bright, like someone just lit a match.

  THEY SIT TOGETHER and watch the world go by.

  Deep down they know one fine morning they’ll run away together to a place where the sun shines at midnight.

  Flamboyant Matthew Cannonbridge was touched by genius, the most influential mind of the 19th century, a novelist, playwright, the poet of his generation. The only problem is, he should never have existed, and recently divorced 21st century don Toby Judd is the only person to realise something is wrong with history.

  Cannonbridge was everywhere: he was by Lake Geneva when talk between Byron, Shelley and Mary Godwin turned to the supernatural; he was friend to the young Dickens as he laboured in the blacking factory; he was the only man of note to visit Wilde in prison. His extraordinary life spanned a century. But as the world prepares to toast the bicentenary of Cannonbridge’s most celebrated work, Judd’s discovery leads him on a breakneck chase across the English canon and countryside, to the realisation that the spectre of Matthew Cannonbridge, planted so seamlessly into the heart of the 19th century, might not be so dead and buried after all...

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  ‘A wonderfully original concoction of grotesque humour and sparkling prose...’

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  Captain Jim Wedderburn has looks, style and courage. He’s adored by women, respected by men and feared by his enemies. He’s the man to fi nd out who has twisted London into this strange new world.

  But in Dream London the city changes a little every night and the people change a little every day. 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 spiraling down to another world.

  Everyone is changing, no one is who they seem to be.

  ‘A real feat of the imagination, this is a really exceptional book, unlike anything I’ve ever read before.’

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