Time changes, man changes, time changes man.
blood spills once again in the streets of post war Cloistergrad as a young man takes his first steps off the kerb of here and now into a new reality. Set in the near future in the dark dictatorship of Burndegard’s Permia, in the city of Cloistergrad somewhere in modern eastern Europe. A mad doctor’s plans for state domination rests in the body of a man with no memory, but little does he know that once you let the Jinni out of the bottle it is impossible to get it back in again. As the man he has kidnapped and infected with his mutating virus is now ripping their world apart on his journey to become the Gaia.

As this virus spreads, mutating everyone it touches into their own personal-nightmare image, the mighty and the weak alike struggle for survival. The secret police play their bloody games to rest power from their leader, The universe plays it’s hand in the form of the Being Scorpio who guides our protagonist Peter Elworth and his fellow refugees through the labyrinth of the inner-mind and the universe beyond.

With a host of characters and multiple converging threads, transformations, dirty politics and a car chase this story bounds along with a relentless energy right up to the climatic finish.

Gene Jinni a Monstrosa story.

Peter’s body lies cold and exposed, the body bag unzipped. Frigid, unmoving fingers braided in chilly hope of absolution. 


Two men move about the mortuary, huddling around their coffee cups, desperate to keep the abattoir cold from piercing their tired bodies. The clock strikes five on the white tile wall. Broken shafts of mottled moonlight cut the room into speckled shades of blue and grey. The blank face of peacefulness stares at the ceiling. Constant, still. 


Slow is the trundle of motion through the frigid body, translucent with alabaster core. 


'Damn it, Larry, there’s nothing here either!’ The younger of the two men bemoaned, as he flicked through the employment list on the wall monitor. 


'This isn’t the worst job in the world, son. Babysitting the dead gives you plenty of time to think.’ Larry advised. Mark looked at him in mock surprise. 


Jinni Out of the Bottle, Cat Out of the Bag