Chapter Five – Excerpt From ‘A Game For The Young’

The Odds Game

Conor and his new friend Samuel Milton took in the view as they sat comfortably in the warmth of the Eagle & Child. They watched as the rain lightly tapped against the windows, as the puddles slowly formed on the street corners. Passers-by were pulling out their umbrellas and frantically running to shelter. The tables and chairs inside quickly filled up with shivering punters shaking off the rain.

‘Have you ever heard of the human regression theory?’ Samuel asked, handing Conor a shot of tequila. He glanced to the new arrivals coming in from the cold. Conor shrugged.

‘It’s the belief that the human race will eventually peak in its ascension. Achieve all that we are capable of, and then over time, slowly regress, forgetting all that has been learned.’ He picked up his tequila and gestured to the room. ‘It can make you wonder, when will we know that we’ve peaked?’

Conor had met Samuel during his first week at University. He was staying in the opposite room at Tennyson House and had given an almost immediate impression of wealth and boyish charm. He spoke with a rich, distinctly royal English accent and projected the self-worth and confidence you would expect followed a childhood spent wanting for nothing.

‘So, what are you taking?’ Conor had asked him.

‘Strictly class A’s, often with whisky. And you?’

Samuel’s dry sense of humour had taken a while to get used to. He had a cold exterior that would deflect questions and repel interest, a demeanour that required perseverance and patience. Instantly Conor had considered him the first test of his new mindset, an opportunity to meet someone he would have otherwise never met; and after several exhausting evenings attempting to keep up with his provocative intellect and rapid switches in conversation, an acceptance between them grew. Some would call it a friendship, but it was early days.

Conor had spent the past hour sharing memories and drinking stories from back home. Samuel listened intently in parts whilst on occasion drifting his focus, distracted by the mock Tudor character of the pub, the visible wooden beams, the lamps and roaring fire place. It offered an ambience which appeared to remind him of home.

Conor would have happily listened but depending on his mood Samuel would often be guarded when talking about where he came from and, in particular, his family.

He was also proving a strong drinker; three rounds with an accompanying shot and there was no sign of effect. Conor started to imagine that he had a silver flask of whisky tucked away in his jacket pocket at all times.

‘So, how’s your course going?’ Conor asked, the taste of tequila still warm on his breath.

‘Tiresome,’ Samuel sighed.

Conor wasn’t thrown by the response.

‘Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t think it was for you.’ He was still confused by Samuel’s choice on studying Finance Math at Pembroke.

‘No offense taken, chap. To be fair it’s more my attendance at University that’s the driving factor here, rather than any purpose.’

‘So why are you here?’

Samuel looked away, appearing to choose his words before returning his attention.

‘I am here, dear boy, because I find the thought of contributing to society troublesome at best.’ His tone became less playful. ‘I’m here because parents like mine offer to pay the tuition fees of their children just to remove you from their sight. I’m here at the courtesy of my beloved ex girlfriend Michelle, who took my virginity and my heart and then replaced me with a pretty boy named Craig. Turns out she’s engaged now, which makes you wonder why stupid decisions aren’t rewarded more often!’

He took in a mouthful of his pint and swallowed it down.

‘I’m here for the stories, Conor, the experience. Something to tell my grandchildren when I have them, God forbid. I want proof that I lived… Why are you here?’

‘I told you. A degree in Computer Science.’

‘Oh yes, that’s right. Fascinating.’ Samuel rolled his eyes. ‘Why are you here?’ he asked, pointing down at the table. It was clear he meant Oxford.

Conor paused to think on his answer. No one had asked him it before. Oxford was deemed an achievement in anyone’s eyes, the instinctive reaction was to congratulate him, ask what he was studying and wish him the best of luck. But Samuel didn’t seem to carry the same enchantment to his new digs.

‘I was jaded. No, jaded is the wrong word; frustrated would be better,’ Conor admitted. ‘Back home I rotated my evenings around the same bars and clubs, regurgitating a copy of a night over and over… All my life, I’ve just wanted to do something worth remembering. I guess I’m looking for something.’

As he spoke Conor noticed a red-head by the bar ordering drinks.

‘A chance to meet people,’ he said softly. She had a lean athletic body and was wearing skinny jeans and a tight pink top.

Samuel frowned, noticing Conor’s sudden daze and followed his eye line to the bar.

‘Remember, dear boy,’ he smiled. ‘Women are an odds game that’s never in your favour.’

Undeterred, Conor rose from the table, wobbling slightly as he stood to his feet. Unlike Samuel the pace in which they had got through the first few rounds was not without effect.

‘Just give me a minute,’ he said.

Samuel watched jeeringly as Conor carefully walked towards the bar, heading straight for the girl. Weaving in and amongst the crowds and tables, he moved as quickly as he could, reaching the bar in time to see that she was being served her drinks. He casually positioned himself next to her. Aim high, aim far.

‘Hello,’ he said, trying his best to sound charming.

His greeting prompted her to glance at him for a brief second before turning back to her drinks.

‘Hi Fresher.’

Conor reeled. ‘Jesus, that obvious?’

‘Oh, I wouldn’t say that,’ she said, turning her head slightly, a touch of sarcasm in her tone.

‘Well, ten points in any case.’

She gave no response. Conor made every effort to keep his eye line above her neck.

‘Nice place, Oxford,’ he tried again. ‘You live here?’

‘Of course.’

‘You come here often?’ Quickly he regretted his choice of words.

‘And why would you ask that?’ she moved to face Conor, giving him her complete attention for the first time. She had dark hazel eyes.

‘You don’t do this very often, do you?’ she asked, smiling. ‘Not that I’m suggesting you’re inexperienced or amateur. No, you’ve had some experience with girls or you wouldn’t have approached at all. It’s just that you’ve got insecurities. I’m guessing it’s because this is your first time away from home. Are you studying IT?’

Conor couldn’t hide his surprise.

‘Computer Science. How did you know?’

‘You’ve got a look about you.’

‘I’ll take that as a compliment.’

‘Take whatever helps,’ she said, looking away to shield a smile.

Conor caught it but played along.

‘Thank you. What makes you think this is my first time away from home?’

‘Well, for one thing it explains this newfound courage of yours.’ She took a sip of her drink. ‘You can’t quite believe your luck, can you?’

He looked away before returning with a smirk.

‘OK, maybe.’

The barman served the last of her drinks onto a tray and took the twenty pound note she had held out folded between her fingers.

‘So, what’s your name?’ Conor asked, feeling a sudden need to act fast.

‘Oooh, direct. I’m impressed.’

‘But not enough?’

‘Not today,’ she took the change from the barman, giving him a wink, and turned back to Conor. ‘So why Oxford? What’s wrong with the University in Leicester?’

‘What makes you say Leicester?’

‘Well judging by your accent I’m guessing it’s Leicester, but I suppose it could be Coventry or outer Nottingham even.’ Conor did his best not to give her anything. She studied his face and smiled. ‘But it’s Leicester, definitely Leicester.’

‘I have my reasons for Oxford,’ Conor said enjoying her interest. ‘But we don’t know each other well enough and perhaps we should. Can I give you my number? You can’t learn everything from a glance and I think…’

‘No, not by a glance,’ she interrupted. ‘But by watching the way that they talk, dress, compose themselves in conversation.’ Conor noticed that he was leaning against the bar and stood up straight. ‘You can get enough… And after looking at you and a minute’s conversation I’m guessing you were born and raised in Leicester. Perhaps a little excessively mothered from a young age, middle class of course, kept your head down in school and did well but not as well as you hoped.’

She squinted in thought. ‘From there you went on to further education definitely, no doubt fuelled by binge drinking and nights out with equally testosterone driven primates. But that of course led to boredom and boredom to escapism. I’m sure Oxford felt like a logical choice.’ She took another sip of her drink.

‘How many points do I get?’

Conor leaned back up against the bar, wondering whether there was any point in speaking at all.

‘Have you ever heard of the human regression theory?’ he thought to say.

She smiled and picked up her drinks.

‘Have fun, Fresher, but not too much fun. OK?’

‘Don’t you want to know my name?’ Conor called out as she walked away.

‘I don’t need it,’ she replied, disappearing into the crowd.

He stood at the bar, dazed by the elegance in which she had palmed him away. If the odds weren’t in his favour back home, they weren’t worth calculating in Oxford. He glanced back to Samuel to find him grinning ridiculously and saluting with his pint. He’d enjoyed the show.

Conor thought for a second, trying to imagine how the exchange could have played out better for him. Was it the way he was dressed? His hair? He sighed, eventually settling on a reason that his pride painfully allowed him to accept.



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A GAME FOR THE YOUNG

THE STORY

For the past two years Ellie Swanson and a team of scientists have devoted their lives to a project. An experiment destined to change the course of history.

When their funding is pulled on the eve of their biggest discovery, the team are left with a choice; abandon everything they have worked towards or continue on in secret.

Conor Martin is a young man, full of hope, beginning his journey at St John’s College, Oxford. With a curious nature and a point to prove, he becomes caught up in an interviewing process like no other.

As paths collide and the true potential of the project is revealed, the impact of their creation is suddenly shaken, concluding in a chilling discovery that will change their lives forever.

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“Curious insight into a topical mind. A little chilling in places. Fascinating!”

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“I love this book! It’s thought provoking and packed full of twists and turns. A great read.”

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“Packed full of thought-provoking ideas, daring night-time information raids and enough secrets to fill a dozen spy novels, A Game for the Young is deep, insightful and incredibly clever. Science enthusiasts will enjoy its focus on research and experimentation, but there is something for all readers in this novel. The twists and turns are sharp, unexpected and thrilling and will draw the reader in until the final, gripping line.”

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“A brilliantly written book that grips you right from the start. The fascinating and ethically challenging plot makes it very hard to put down. A fabulous first novel and looking forward to the next one.”

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“One of those books you look forward to picking up all the time… Looking forward to book number two as the first book was brilliant!”

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“I could not put this book down. The author has clearly done a considerable amount of research and made a compelling, worrying and fascinating read.”

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“Excellent first book from this author. Tempo builds to a real page turner, with twists and turns right up to the last chapter. It will give you a detailed insight into the lives of Oxford students trying to cope with the pressures and moral dilemmas brought on by a truly life changing discovery. I strongly recommend this as a must read and look forward to the next book.”

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“A well paced and engaging read. Characters have unique and individual voices. Some interesting themes are explored here and questions asked regarding the ethics and morality of enhancing the human being’s natural capacity through scientific means. 4* as I would have liked it to be longer (because I was enjoying it thoroughly)… maybe I am just being greedy.”

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“A gripping read taking you through the lives, past and present of a group of students on a mission to change the future and the world we live in, with underlying secrets that bring the book to life! The mysterious build up to how the inquisitive main character becomes involved in this project reflects how i felt as a reader and why this book could not be put down. It has a perfect balance of information to make it compelling read but holds enough back for the impact of the final twist. I look forward to the next novel!”

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“Definite worth a read! I had a hard time putting it down! Can’t wait to read the next novel! Always love a fiction I can actually learn something from, research and detail brilliant.”

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“Absolutely brilliant story. A book which one cannot put down for a moment once into it. I have passed it on to be read by others. Beautifully written and deserves to be a film or a TV thriller. Well done David and look forward to the next one. This is 5*”

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“This is a good read. An interesting storyline with plenty of plot twists. I agree with an earlier reviewer, this would make a great movie script!”

 

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Chapter Three – Excerpt From ‘A Game For The Young’

Leap Of Faith

‘Inconclusive.’

The professor repeated what he’d told Ellie earlier that day.
It was nearing midnight and a young team of scientists had assembled on the ground floor of a Computing Laboratory – one of their agreed meeting points in the Department of Engineering Science.

They kept the room dark. Desk lamps glowed around them offering a soft light.
There were four shadows in the room: Ellie, James, another student named Sara and the professor, who was standing perched against a desk while the others sat in front of him.

‘Inconclusive? What the hell does that mean?’ Sara asked, rising to her feet.

Sara Morgan, a charismatic biologist studying Chemistry at Keble, was prone to speaking her mind. She was often considered fiery by the professors who taught her (or ‘worked with her’ as she would put it).

James was more composed. ‘Are they questioning the validity of the research?’

‘Not exactly,’ the professor said softly. ‘The Board have… concerns. Look, guys, this happens more often than you might think.’ The professor tried to reassure them. ‘The funding required to take this project to the next level is extensive. The Board need to ensure that all areas are covered, that the very best in their chosen fields are assembled and consulted… That the right approach is taken and that the correct equipment, support and… expertise is in place.’

‘Bullshit!’ Sara erupted. ‘They can’t do this! This is ours!’

Her face was red with fury, the vein on her neck throbbing and defined. Her fists clenched.

The professor spoke calmly.

‘They can, they did and it’s done. I’m sorry.’ He knew what this meant to them.

‘Motherfuckers!’ Sara shouted at the floor, pacing up and down. The professor let it go. Sara’s temper was always going to struggle when dealing with this.

‘So what’s the next step?’ James asked, ignoring the sound of Sara kicking her chair in the background.

‘There isn’t a next step, not for a while. The funding is pulled. But I can assure you that all your names will be credited as key contributors to the research when it’s published.’

‘And when will that be?’ Sara asked, barely holding back the aggression from her voice.

‘Most likely in the next few years. It depends on the Muscular Dystrophy research. I hear significant progress is being made. Perhaps in a couple of years they’ll…’

‘Oh, come on,’ James interrupted. ‘It’ll go private. They’ll never get the funding to take this all the way. Some corporate American pharmaceutical will take this on and reap the rewards.’

The professor paused before speaking. He had to choose his words carefully.
‘Perhaps… not exactly like that, but in a way… yes, that’s possible.’

Sara slumped into her chair, the stages of acceptance were passing quickly and giving way to the sadness now showing in her eyes.

Whilst they had been waiting for the decision their minds had run riot. They had convinced themselves that only the very best outcome was possible.

Ellie sat waiting for her turn. Unlike the others she had been given the time to process what had happened. But it didn’t make it any easier; she had watched as they arrived beaming with hope and eager to hear the news. The disappointment was unbearable.

Ellie looked around the room, deciding it was time to speak.

‘Look, I don’t know about the rest of you but this isn’t over for me. I can’t just walk away.’ Everyone looked at her confused. ‘Look, we’ve started something, and it’s more than… this…’ Ellie rose to her feet. ‘This would be a cure to the human weakness. It would change life as we know it. How can we be expected to step back? Is it vain that I want to be part of this? I’ve given two years of my life… We’ve all given… We owe it to ourselves!’

James slouched in his wheelchair, his spirit broken.

‘What are you suggesting? It’s over.’

Ellie hesitated before continuing. She’d been thinking long and hard on the best way to broach this.

‘Well, what did they say? ‘Inconclusive’, right? Fine, then we take that on board. We take it to the next level ourselves.’

‘Animal testing?’ James frowned.

Sara glanced at him pitifully, muttering something inaudible under her breath.

Ellie tried to sound as confident as she could.

‘This isn’t about the money… Screw the funding! We have nearly everything we need already. We take it to human trials.’

The room fell silent. Ellie was uncertain even as she said it, but she had done it. She had put it out there. If anything she was convinced everyone else was thinking it too.

‘Who would be the test subjects?’ James asked, knowing the answer.

Ellie gestured to the team, palms open.

‘I can’t just walk away… and I’m surprised you can?’ She turned to the professor.

He had kept quiet, choosing to observe. Often a closed book, he was difficult to judge at times.

‘I understand that you’re angry,’ he said, speaking with a tone that was more forceful than usual. ‘I can’t deny that I’m disappointed too, but we need the funding and this needs to be research accredited to the University. We can’t go rogue. We need the support. This is too significant to act alone. The risks are…’

‘I’m in,’ Sara asserted, biting her nails as she spoke.

The professor recoiled. Shocked by the simplicity the team seemed to view this decision with. Considering the time they’d spent together over the past two years it was easy to forget they were so young and their immaturity at times took him off guard.

‘Me too,’ James said, turning to the professor for a reaction. He had begun putting on his coat.

‘I’m sorry, I cannot be part of this. What you’re suggesting… It isn’t safe. I’d lose my job, my career.’

‘You could oversee the project,’ Sara offered. ‘Make sure that everything was being done correctly. We’ll do whatever it takes.’

‘No,’ the professor replied, putting a scarf around his neck and checking the time on his watch.

‘But this is our chance!’ Ellie tried not to sound desperate. ‘You said yourself the amount of faith you put behind your science will reflect what you get out of it. This is our leap of faith. This is our moment. How can you say these things and then…’

‘Do not use my words against me, Ellie!’ the professor snapped. ‘I wouldn’t have got any of you involved in this if I thought it was dangerous.’ He seemed angered by the idea that the team were doing this under his guidance.

‘Let it go,’ he pleaded, lowering his head with almost a whisper.

‘We won’t,’ Sara spoke defiantly. ‘We can’t and you know that.’

The professor could see the determination in their eyes, the devotion. He’d seen it before.

‘You don’t know what you’re asking,’ he warned.

‘All we’re asking is that you trust us, Professor,’ Ellie pleaded.

They knew the truth just as he did. The history of pharmaceutical publications were rife with law suits and damage claims from scientists protesting that their research had been stolen or misused in some way. This would be no different.

The professor offered each of them a glance, acknowledging the sincerity in their eyes. He knew they wouldn’t let this go. How could they? Why should they? Of course they are right.

They were a young team and couldn’t help but be ambitious, but unlike them he knew what they were asking; the risks, the danger.

The project now verged at the pinnacle of two years in extensive planning; an Everest of research had been overcome. Their opportunity was now.

He needed time. Time to think, time to assess, time to weigh everything up, but there was none. If he didn’t agree tonight he may never see them again.

Was it too late to turn back? He had started this. He had put them in this situation. The responsibility bore down on him like a curse. They needed him. He couldn’t risk a side project led by a team of students spinning off out of control. No, he would have to see it through. And the risks? The risks would be the ante to a reward beyond comprehension.

The professor stood, rooted to the spot, muttering under his breath and privately debating. Eventually he nodded as if in agreement with himself.
Walking to the exit, he left the group awaiting his response. He opened the door and glanced down the corridor to check it was clear.

The professor looked back at the team he’d assembled, leaving an uncertain pause before he spoke.

‘Follow me. There’s something I need to show you.’
 
 

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DAVID P. PHILIP

David lives with his wife and daughter in a village on the south coast of England.

Fascinated by stories that explore the brain and challenge human behaviour; David’s first novel ‘A Game For The Young’ was written following months of research in the field of cognitive neuroscience.

His story contains themes of obsession, addiction and abuse of power, but at its heart it toys with the idea of knowledge being a drug. A theme David is keen to explore.

Currently working on his next project, David is hoping ‘A Game For The Young’ will be his first of many novels.

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A GAME FOR THE YOUNG

DISCOVER THE EXPERIMENT DESTINED TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY

Exploring obsession, addiction and the abuse of power, David P. Philip’s debut novel, A Game for the Young, expertly toys with the idea of knowledge being a drug. After being accepted into Oxford University, Conor Martin finds himself thrust into an interviewing process like no other—with a chance to join an enigmatic team. This group of individuals have sacrificed the last two years of their lives to a project so important, it has the potential to change every life on the planet… read more

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Thank you Etc Magazine!

I’d like to say a huge thank you to Laura Cartledge and everyone at Etc Magazine for their support.

In the September issue of Etc Magazine’s Sussex edition, there is a generous two page spread on me as an author and ‘A Game For The Young’ – along with snippets from a telephone interview I had with Laura last month. You can find the article on Pages 108-109.

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Quite a tale
LAURA CARTLEDGE discovers the remarkable story which began with a bucket list.
If you see books flying around Bognor Regis, David P. Philip might be to blame.As the author admits, when the box of his first novel arrived, he was tempted to ‘go out and Frisbee it at people – shouting ‘read this, read this’.’
“Everyone talks about that moment but I didn’t give it the credit it deserved,” he confesses. “Then it rocked up and it was amazing.”
A Game For The Young had been five years in the writing and was sparked by David making a bucket list of things he wanted to do.
“I was waiting for something I suppose,” he admits. “Then I read a book about focusing your ambitions, about setting them out rather than just dreaming about them.
“Along with skydiving and all the other clichés, one of mine was to write a novel,” he recalls.
“Because it was the only one which didn’t involve spending a lot of money or booking a holiday I went with it and it grew from there.”
The theme for David’s ‘pet project’ came about because of his long-standing interest in neurobiology.
“Not just how memory and thought patterns work but hallucinations, mindreading and subliminal messages – I find it all fascinating,” he enthuses.
“It was a case of finding a format of a story that would allow me to find out more.
“Then I was watching Minority Report and realised whenever you see anyone interacting with the brain it is always in a real slick and sci-fi way,” adds David. “But I thought the concept itself was big enough so I wanted a very raw story about the impact of something like that happening.”
The result is ‘an intimate story’ which is set against, and explores, a vast background subject.
At the centre of the tale is a group of Oxford students who ‘make a scientific discovery that changes their lives’.
What follows touches on themes of obsession, addiction and abuse of power, and plays with the concept of knowledge being a drug.
“It came about in a very chaotic way,” David smiles. “I read a lot about writing online, the pace, introducing characters, but I think I made every mistake you could.”
Asked if there were any surprises during the process, David says the friendly nature of the book community in general really struck him.
“I found if you want to speak to an author you get a message back quite quickly,” he admits.
“There is a lot of support and free advice, that took me back, it is not quite as competitive as I
feared it would be.
“I also didn’t realise it was so much fun to be creative in that way,” continues David. “It was just great to get stuck in to it – I am really proud of it.”
The experience has led him to feel that ‘everyone should do it’, even if just in terms of improving their grasp of the English language.
“I think everyone has a story. Now I have done it I can’t imagine not having something like this on the go,” he enthuses.
“Whenever I have spoken to people they always say ‘I have an idea’ for a book but it is such a long process, I understand that now.”
As a software company account manager for his day job, David describes becoming an author as being ‘a left turn at the traffic lights’, but credits it with giving him a ‘techie mindset’.
So what has he enjoyed the most?
“It is great when you have a reader you can’t immediately connect with, someone who isn’t a friend of a friend – while you do appreciate them – that is a big rush, you feel you have achieved it and there is a buzz with it,” David replies. “Now the hopes and dreams of being an author full-time are definitely there.”

‘A Game For The Young’ was published on March 31by Rowanvale Books, a paperback copy costs £8.99.
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Chapter Nineteen – Excerpt from ‘A Game For The Young’

Page 122-123.

As she said it Conor suddenly leaned forward, breathing heavy and erratic. Ellie could see his expression change, noting it with a smile.

‘Let it grow in your mind. Believe you know.’

He gripped the bench and flinched, briefly closing his eyes only to open them wide. Staring intensely at the ground, he gasped for air.

‘Don’t hold your breath,’ Ellie said, leaning forward.

Like a childhood memory, at first it had felt distant. A feeling he couldn’t explain. A burning muse of fulfilment and yet it was building to pure elation. Something was rising to the surface, a recollection. And then it happened.

An explosion of memories broke through the wall in his mind, pouring through into his conscious, a rush of hormones. Conor’s eyes began to water as he felt his senses increase ten levels, a desire overcoming him to cry out, whether it was to laugh or scream he couldn’t understand. He was suddenly everywhere and anything. The world was limitless.

Ellie could see it in his eyes.

‘The first time is always special.’


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A Game For The Young

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THE STORY

For the past two years Ellie Swanson and a team of scientists have devoted their lives to a project. An experiment destined to change the course of history.

When their funding is pulled on the eve of their biggest discovery, the team are left with a choice; abandon everything they have worked towards or continue on in secret.

Conor Martin is a young man, full of hope, beginning his journey at St John’s College, Oxford. With a curious nature and a point to prove, he becomes caught up in an interviewing process like no other.

As paths collide and the true potential of the project is revealed, the impact of their creation is suddenly shaken, concluding in a chilling discovery that will change their lives forever.

 

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“Curious insight into a topical mind. A little chilling in places. Fascinating!”

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“I love this book! It’s thought provoking and packed full of twists and turns. A great read.”

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“Packed full of thought-provoking ideas, daring night-time information raids and enough secrets to fill a dozen spy novels, A Game for the Young is deep, insightful and incredibly clever. Science enthusiasts will enjoy its focus on research and experimentation, but there is something for all readers in this novel. The twists and turns are sharp, unexpected and thrilling and will draw the reader in until the final, gripping line.”

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“A brilliantly written book that grips you right from the start. The fascinating and ethically challenging plot makes it very hard to put down. A fabulous first novel and looking forward to the next one.”

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“One of those books you look forward to picking up all the time… Looking forward to book number two as the first book was brilliant!”

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“I could not put this book down. The author has clearly done a considerable amount of research and made a compelling, worrying and fascinating read.”

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“Excellent first book from this author. Tempo builds to a real page turner, with twists and turns right up to the last chapter. It will give you a detailed insight into the lives of Oxford students trying to cope with the pressures and moral dilemmas brought on by a truly life changing discovery. I strongly recommend this as a must read and look forward to the next book.”

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Prologue – Excerpt From ‘A Game For The Young’

‘You know this can’t go on,’ the detective warned, offering a lukewarm cup of tea from across the table. A gesture of kindness under the guise of friendship. But they weren’t friends.

To Ellie’s left, a mirror she presumed to be two-way spread over one third of the wall. To her right, a door securely bolted from the outside served as a reminder that there was little choice to her scenery. The walls around her were a dull beige.

‘Your silence implies guilt, Miss Swanson,’ the detective said, turning over another page from his case file. The noisy bustle from the corridors outside had reduced to a distant mumble.

‘Are you charging me?’ she asked.

‘I’m questioning you.’

‘Then when can I leave?’

‘You are entitled to legal counsel if it would make you more comfortable.’

‘It would make me more comfortable to leave.’

The detective remained cold, holding a long and intrusive gaze before slowly selecting four photos from his folder. He placed them evenly spaced apart in front of her.

‘Please look at them,’ he said, speaking softly.

Seeing their faces Ellie gave a faint smile. Her mouth contorted to a grimace as she held back the tears.

‘You remember your friends, don’t you?’

She took a sip of her tea to control her quivering chin, her eyes resting on the pictures before glancing to the mirror.

‘We’re alone,’ he assured her.

In her dreams she could still feel them. Remember their touch, their smell. Her focus was drifting.

‘Will you tell me what happened to them?’ the detective asked, pulling her attention back into the room.

‘They’re not my friends,’ she whispered. ‘They’re my family.’

* * *

Feeling young, he walked as though floating through Oxford’s Botanic Gardens. The sun was warm and glowed in a way he’d never seen before. The water was cool, the fruit was ripe and the grass shone with beautiful shades of green.

Finally all scores were settled, and never before had he felt so content.

He took in the arrangements of flowering plant life; they were breathtaking this time of year. The gardens were laid out in an array of elegant flower beds linked together under a soft carpet of grass lawns and pebbled footpaths – the polished result of four centuries of lavish attention.

A small flock of hummingbirds sang whilst nesting in the branches of an old English Yew tree. They held his gaze for a moment before it passed above the tree line to take in the famed Magdalen Bell Tower, watching over the gardens as if it were keeping them safe.

Pausing next to the rose garden, he took a deep and full breath. It had been years since he last came here and he’d chosen the perfect day to enjoy the gardens in April’s spring.

It was a moment to savour and yet somehow the smile on his face began to fade. His expression changed from contentment to a pensive fear; something troubling grew inside of him. Something dormant and elusive but he could feel it building in the back of his mind, an inner pain rising to the surface.

He lifted his right hand to his temple, wincing as the pain gradually grew with intensity.

With a jolt he began to shake uncontrollably, a look of uncertainty and panic washing over his face. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a mobile phone, but it was too late, his hands had begun to spasm and he dropped the phone onto the gravelled footpath beneath him.

A young couple holding hands by the water fountain watched in disbelief as they saw a man suddenly cry out in pain and fall to his knees. The scream echoed through the gardens, freezing its visitors like statues.

For a brief second there was only silence, but it soon broke, followed by the shouts of concern and the crunching sound of running feet on gravel.

He lay down on his back, staring up at the clear blue sky as the heads of strangers circled above him, their voices muted under the throbbing agony.

His eyesight was beginning to blur, the feeling in his legs had left him. As he felt his body slowly turning numb he closed his eyes in acceptance of his fate. There were no regrets, for he knew now that this was how it had to be.

Everything was as he had dreamed.


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My Top Five (Six) Favourite Books

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OK, I really struggled to narrow this down to five… So here are my top six favourite books (at least so far!):

jaws

marchingpowder

peacefulwarrior

thebeach

angelsanddemons

fearindex

What’s your top five? Any suggestions?

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