Kindle Edition
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Category:
Humor
Publisher: Mark C Sutton
Type: Fiction
Pages: 100
Copyright: May 2, 2016
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
He's a saint by name, but not by nature...
Meet Christopher Saint, a tough and streetwise geezer who is about to face a series of deadly challenges in this old-school, darkly humorous tale of traditional British gangland fun, jealousy, violence and murder, brought to you by the author of 'Grandad Miller, Serial Killer' and 'The Dead Winter Mountain Murders', Mark C Sutton.
Christopher Saint, or 'Chris', to his mates, lives within the bowels of the grimy South-East city of Blackchapel, and spends his days and nights mixed-up with a local gang of thugs known as the 'Radley Road Razors'. Christopher's life goes completely pear-shaped when he falls foul not only of a local psychotic gangland boss, but also a mysterious, unstoppable assassin known as 'Lonely'. As if dealing with such deadly foes isn't enough, Christopher is also forced to confront an enemy within his own household, deal with a prison sentence and the subsequent threat of execution, face-off against a sadistic torturer called 'Mister Grimmer', and avoid the attentions of the deadly 'Dinky Morgan' and her gang, 'The Vine Street Vixens', It's all enough to test the patience of... well, a saint.
Warning: 'The Trials of Christopher Saint' contains mildly bad language, and some scenes of comic violence.
Excerpt
It was the killing of Ted’Twitchy' Taylor that proved to be my downfall as leader of a West Blackchapel gang called ‘The Radley Road Razors’. The murder of Ted - which I’ve always openly admitted to and never denied - was a step too far, and the governor of the manor where I lived, a mean and moody bastard called Oliver Scanlon, decided to grass me up to the authorities. I’d crossed the line, I suppose, however I never thought that Oliver would turn out to be a bloody snitch, but there you go; you think that you know someone, and then they go and do a thing like that to you. I’ve got to be honest, what Oliver did really cheesed me off, more so, I think, because I never, in my wildest dreams, would have guessed that he’d turn out to be some sort of bleedin’ informant. Yeah, I get it, I know that he was really fond of Twitchy, but even so, it wasn’t the first murder that I’d carried out on his patch, so Oliver’s over-reaction was disappointing, to say the least, and one that I’d never forgive him for, either.
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