Flintlock Owen

I started that day the same way I started every other, with my religious morning regime. Rousing at the break of dawn, I ate a simple breakfast of porridge and bread, followed by a half hour’s rest to let my food

“Meaning, substance, value, however you wanna label it, it’s a part of the great deception we all fall prey to at some point in our lives. It’s subjective. What’s important to you might be utterly insigni

Shoreditch, London – 1993“If you’re not a religious man, mister Cadell, then what do you believe in?”The green light of the tape recorder glares at me.“What does a newborn believe in, or a five year old? What