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.

I’m writing this letter under my, our, doctor’s advice, to let you know what’s going on. Right now, you’re confused and it’s going to be difficult to tell you who and what you are without you becoming more confused. Peter, we were told that a virus has caused us to lose the ability to retain and form new memories. That we are contagious and a danger to the rest of the country. We are incurable and must live in solitude, “isolation” they call it, we have been damaged. We sleep and forget. Every morning is like this, every morning we are reborn into confusion, and yet free of all the little things that people are usually condemned to remember. There are many skills and abilities that I am told we have retained from before the infection, the very things this constant amnesia cannot hide from us. Enjoy the exploration of who and what we are, as you, I, we, have forever, though in a sad sense, never, to do this in. I have started a journal for us so those important things we wish to remember are retained; it is obviously very important for us to keep this letter and all other communications safe. Be strong my friend, you are not alone. 


{Dear reader, thank you for coming with me to the end. I would very much appreciate it if you would be so good as to leave a review, a few short lines is all I ask. It would be a great help to me and maybe, just maybe, we can get it's sister book published 'The Expanding Blueberry band'. 


Peter's Letter