Posted 31 May 2012 - 03:07 PM
As for the "reveal" of your villain - oh, well, there you go.
To the fan, it was no shock, to the less initiated probably quite a good deal.
I thought the dialogue the villain used was very good and brilliantly captured the vocal essence of a particular character actor.
I would have liked more reaction from Bond and more lingering over the savagery of the bombs. I felt it was underplayed a little, the horrific nature of the terror attacks seemed lessened after the first description, as if you lost interest.
Otherwise, Harry, I hope your creative juices stay in full flow, this has (so far) been an excellent Fan Fic.
Posted 31 May 2012 - 04:50 PM
Harry, you old teaser, I'll be strong and wait until the full novel is posted to read it!
The italics and pause dots. Ah, yes, I think that started in NCD. I really don't know tell you the truth. Mind you I think I picked that habit up from a book I read a long time ago and which really touched me. I must be emulating his, the author that is, style.
Indeed...Brava bravisima, mon ami.
Mort à crédit or as I know it: Death on the instalmant chart. It was in this book that I noted the three dot punctuation mark which acted mostly as a sort of suspension point.
I couldn't remember the name of the author until you brought him up which inturn made me get out all my old books and dust them down.
Kudos to you MkB – you are a woman of impecable taste, and out for my heart.
007jamesbond and chrisno1 Thank you both for your kind contribution to this thread. I assure you Chrisno1 that I will be taking what you pointed out very seriously with Part 2. You have, Sir, inspired me to delve deeper into the work and bring out more flesh, or soul rather.
Posted 03 June 2012 - 02:19 AM
Posted 06 August 2012 - 07:41 PM
Holiday here I come.
Posted 07 August 2012 - 02:31 PM
Very very busy Paul. Like, not even a chance to read or bloody write. Next week though I'm renting a farmhouse in Gozo (the land that time forgot) and I am going to catch up with your wonderful novel and try (try!!!!) to conclude my own.
Holiday here I come.
Well, you sound like you need a holiday; so go on and have a well earned bit of R&R
Trying to write; with all these Skyfall trailers, rummors, and spoliers appearing everywhere is pretty much impossible.
Just 12 weeks to go...
So just give in to the guilty pleasure of reading Decree Absolute.
It's got "something missing" just like Skyfall
A "Bearded Bond returning from the grave" just like Skyfall
A "sex scene in a shower" just like Skyfall
A "DB5 car chase"
...and of course as you get to the final chapters 007 gets some help from Major Fawkes SAS
You is gonna love it.
PS, the next round is on you, I will expect you to honour the debt after completing Royal Gambit:)
Posted 12 November 2012 - 06:02 PM
LOOKING FOR ANOTHER DOSE OF BOND-FEVER TO RUN THROUGH YOUR VEINS?
THE DEADLIEST AND MOST BRUTAL FACE TO FACE IN OO7'S HISTORY IS ABOUT TO HIT CBn!
CHRISTMAS EVE 2012 - ERNST STAVRO BLOFELD WILL BE BACK TO HAUNT THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF JAMES BOND OO7
CHRISTMAS EVE 2012 - YOU WILL KNOW THE TRUE MEANING OF COLD FEAR
CHRISTMAS EVE 2012 - HELL WILL NO LONGER BE CROWDED
H A R R Y F A W K E S
JAMES BOND WILL RETURN
R O Y A L G A M B I T
Posted 20 November 2012 - 08:24 PM
R O Y A L G A M B I T
....But all this meant nothing to Al Mokhabbar or rather Ernst Stavro Blofeld; for all of this was a simple ‘front’ for something bigger, much bigger: DOMINION – his new organisation. And now, sitting down at his desk typing away at his computer, Blofeld was nearing the end of his long journey; a long journey that had brought him all the way from hell to now, today, here.
And the countdown was about to begin...
The study was large and pretentious – things always were with Blofeld. They had to be.
Tinted bullet proof sliding windows loomed behind him, open though to a wide marbled terrace, the lush gardens below. Night was gradually oozing in by the minute and the wind had lifted, bringing in with it a refreshing coolness and pleasant smell of Libyan spices from the town; which was what made Blofeld finally pause, sit back in the grand leather chair and breathe in deeply.
Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
At sixty three, he was a massive man, six foot three with silver crew-cut hair and profound black eyes that were dominant, vicious and absolutely pitiless underneath heavy eyelashes. Clean shaven, his cheekbones were high, pronounced, and he had a neatly trimmed white moustache above a pallid maw.
He was dressed completely in black which made him look even more sinister than he was.
IL Demone Nero.
H A R R Y F A W K E S
SOMETHING DARK IS COMING BOND'S WAY - VERY DARK
Posted 21 November 2012 - 02:51 AM
Posted 09 December 2012 - 09:31 PM
JUST A TASTE OF THINGS TO COME IN HARRY FAWKES' FINAL, EXPLOSIVE FAN-FIC NOVEL
Meanwhile back in London, Bill Tanner was just about to leave his office at Vauxhall when the phone rang. It was The SIS senior duty officer, an ex-Parachute Regiment Major, John Bramley, from the Double O Division’s Ops Room.
‘Bill, I need to see you. Any chance I could come up?’
‘I was just about to leave. Can it wait?’
‘I wouldn’t have called if it could. Trust me Bill, you need to see this.’
‘Ok, John. Ten minutes, or my wife’ll have my balls if I’m late.’
Tanner put the phone down and crossed over to the window opposite. London was dark and grey, depressing, rain driving with hard force against the window, the wind blowing stiff, unrelenting, and Bill Tanner felt absolutely awful.
He was wearing a perfectly fitting tweed suit, his tie undone and looking (not only feeling) drawn and dead-beat which in itself wasn’t the least surprising considering the events of that particular day. Shaw, his new Chief, was onto him like a blood-thirsty leech and wasn’t letting up the least. Major changes were being implemented to the Division’s modus operandi now that the PM had placed him in charge and the bastard was pushing damn hard to run them down.
God, he missed the Colonel. In an address to all senior personnel that morning just before the attack in Oxford Circus, Shaw had told them that ‘the way things were being done by the Double O Division, the game you men and women are used to playing, is going to change dramatically in the coming days once and for all.’ There were, according to him, fewer reasons for personnel bearing Double O numerals in this day and age (something Tanner had scoffed at). Nations, Shaw had gone on to say, were relying more on ELINT (electronic intelligence) rather than HUMINT (human intelligence), and analysing that ELINT was more crucial. It was here that Tanner had pointed out that groups like Al-Qaeda and Islamic extremists still posed leading threats (he was of course proven right later on that afternoon) and the country still needed troubleshooters like Double O agents. ELINT and HUMINT went together, he had said. Personnel with licences to kill were sent out into the cold to sort the problem out the hard way – the permanent way. Waiting for the law courts and politicians or a lazy bloody government to make up their minds in issuing clear directives to take such drastic action would jeopardise any operations the Double O Division undertook. Their job was to protect the realm, by any means necessary, even if it meant operating outside the law, which is why the Division was formed in the first place.
However, Shaw had shot him down ruthlessly by telling him ‘that the days this country turned to maverick organisations like the Double O Division were simply over. Reality check, Chief of Staff. There was going to be more accountability, more caution, how they went about deploying their agents and, above all, more ‘legitimacy’. This meant, as of today, all domestic and overseas operations marked OO Action would be handled solely by JTAC (the Joint Terrorism Analysis Center) and GCHQ after going through me. This is the age of open source channels where Intelligence is concerned, ladies and gentlemen. Legitimacy and transparency were the key words to success in this division from now on.’
Tanner shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps it was time to retire, he thought, and there came a soft knock on his door.
The Chief of Staff of the Double O Division turned.
‘Come in,’ he called.
‘Hi Bill,’ Major Bramley said when he came in. ‘Bloody glad I caught you.’
‘Tell me you’ve find the people responsible for this afternoon’s attack, John.’
‘Not exactly but as you know we’re working around the clock. No I’m afraid this is rather more intriguing.’
Bramley handed him a four by four colour photo of a man in his early forties, clean cut, dark with dangerous eyes and lips. He was fair haired and had a three inch scar running down the right side of his face. Tanner couldn’t make out if the fellow in the photo was a successful businessman or criminal – probably both, he observed and looked back up at Bramley.
‘Who the heck is he?’
‘One of my men downstairs downloaded it from the main databank linked to MI6, Scotland Yard and MI5. It’s Commander Bond.’
Tanner raised an eyebrow and looked back down at the photo.
‘That’s not bloody Bond!’
‘Absolutely not – but that’s what practically every computer from here to Timbuktu is showing whenever you enter the name James Bond.’
‘You’re joking aren’t you? That’s impossible.’
‘Log into any foreign security or intelligence agency using our CS9 code, type in James Bond in their search engine and that’s the profile picture that’ll come up. I’ve checked myself. Someone has been messing around in cyber world and I know only a handful of men and women who have the knowledge and technical expertise to do that.’
‘He probably taught them all.’
‘Who else knows about this?’
'Just you, me and the analyst who came up with it. He was working on finding Double O Seven and came across it. Apparently he’s worked with Bond in the past. Served with him during his stint with the SBS. He immediately printed a copy and came to me. I should have gone directly to Shaw but I had a gut feeling you should be my first port of call, Bill.’
Tanner sat down behind his desk.
‘I’m glad you did,’ he said. ‘I don’t know what the hell this means but something tells me I should shelve it for a while. Don’t ask me why, John, because I don’t even know myself. I’d like some more time to look into it from my end before Shaw finds out. Can your analyst be trusted?’
‘One hundred percent, Bill. He’s old school and would never go over my head on anything.’
‘Good. Where is Boothroyd by the why?’
‘Leave abroad. I checked. Somewhere in Germany. He was talking the other day about visiting a science and technology convention in Craintal.’
‘Ok, John,’ Tanner told him. ‘I’ll take it from here. Whatever is going on it must be big. You don’t go around changing the profile picture of a wanted man for nothing, and I’m talking Black Ops here. Who’s behind it is anybody’s guess but I’ll tell you this – I never did swallow Double O Seven assassinating the Colonel.’
‘Are you saying you think it was a mock up?’
‘At this stage I’m not saying anything. But if by some small miracle it was, then I bloody hope to God Bond and M hurry up and get whatever it is they’re up to over and done with – before Sir William Shaw runs this Division to the ground.’
* * *
WITH A VENGEANCE
Posted 11 December 2012 - 08:24 PM
And just as the Colonel was about to reflect though what exactly NEMESIS was all about and why he had set up this clandestine department nicknamed the Secret Operations Executive (an off-shoot of course of the war time dirty tricks department dubbed SOE – the Special Operations Executive), the red telephone rang suddenly, bringing him immediately back down to earth and interrupting his thoughts...
He cleared his throat and answered. It was his personal assistant.
‘Sir,’ she said. ‘It’s Double O Seven.’
‘About bloody time too. Put the Commander through right now Ms Moneypenny.’
R O Y A L
O O 7
G A M B I T
Posted 15 December 2012 - 02:06 PM
Bond ordered another double Scotch and went outside, to one of the tables near the pool and smoked a much needed cigarette. Deep lungfuls of smoke, soothing, intense, lighting up his entire being inside. Bond felt alive – truly; and when he finally exhaled, that dirty grey smoke, he knew that cutting smoking completely would simply be a waist of time. He enjoyed the rotten sin too damn much.
Why the hell was he thinking of that, he thought to himself?
Ernst Stavro Blofeld.
Bond sipped some more Scotch, his eyes narrowing as he looked beyond the scene of people swimming in the pool or sunbathing on their hired deck-chairs before him. He looked beyond, trying to find that feeling he knew was there inside him; that dreadful feeling he appreciated was guilt.
The pathetic fact was though, Bond couldn’t find it which in the end was what bothered him most.
Blofeld. Still alive and as dangerous and threatening as ever.
Tracy. The only woman he had truly loved; the woman he had decided to marry and eventually leave the Double O section for.
Death. The drive to Kitzbuhel for their honeymoon. Those last few minutes before the devil dealt his hand.
The fact was it had been all his fault of course. He had seen that damn red Maserati as they passed the filling station. He should have clicked immediately but instead he had chosen to ignore them. His guard had been down. The warning bells had in fact sounded at the back of his bloody mind but wrongly he had ignored it; ignored the two people muffled up in heavy clothing and wearing goggles.
Blofeld and Irma Bunt.
James Bond lit another cigarette five minutes after putting one out.
Time bomb ticking inside…
His mind went back to Japan but everything was blurred though:
BACK IN ACTION
Posted 16 December 2012 - 01:05 PM
Once again and most efficiently Moneypenny had sorted out all the necessary permits, bookings and transport arrangements to his apartment in Birgu in the south of Malta, just a few blocks away from the magnificent Casino di Venezia, and now James Bond stood over the king-sized bed in the ultra-modern apartment looking across the Grand Harbour, unpacking, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound there.
The sun soon came up from behind the walls of Malta’s capital city, Valletta, blood red and Bond paused to look out from the glass doors, appreciating the splendour of such a moment. Birgu was situated on a low neck of land on the eastern side of the Grand Harbour, in days gone by protected by Fort St Angelo situated at its point and now a medieval tourist attraction and charming reminder of a very proud Maltese history.
It was indeed one of the most beautiful cities in the world, its streets narrow, delightfully ancient, massed between flat-roofed Arab-like houses, souvenir shops and baroque wine bars here and there, conveniently situated around a grand church dedicated to St Lawrence in the main ‘piazza’.
Bond liked the place immediately. It was, after all, the site of a major battle between the Knights of the Order of St John and the Ottoman Empire during the Great Siege of Malta in 1565.
Malta, the bulwark of Europe during that particular siege and years later during the Second World War.
It was a southern European country that consisted of an archipelago in the centre of the Mediterranean, south of Sicily and north of Libya. He had been here once before, several years ago, during the notorious Riesha Goethe affair, but this time Bond was only passing through to darker, more dangerous grounds – Libya...
DAYS TO GO
Posted 19 December 2012 - 09:53 PM
...She turned and touched his face gently and he smiled down at her, those devilishly delicious eyes of his glowing warmly – bright blue grey pools. She ran a finger along the scar that gave his face that look of a handsome buccaneer.
‘You do, you know,’ she said out of the blue.
‘I do what?’
‘Look like Hoagie Carmichael, James. A friend of mine in records division fancies you and said you looked like him. She’s right.’
Their lips met and she felt his tongue push hers apart and then they were kissing passionately.
‘You do realise where this is going, Penny, don’t you?’ he asked when they finally came up for breath.
‘I wouldn’t want it any other way, James.’
THE FINAL INSTALLMENT
BY THE MAN
H A R R Y F A W K E S
Posted 23 December 2012 - 11:05 PM
So that time of the year has come upon us once again. Christmas and all its wonder. And so too, comes Part Two of Royal Gambit - my latest addition to my fan fiction series. My absolute conclusion that is.
Yep, as I've already said before, this one's the last, and my biggest challenge I must say because after six Bond stories one is faced with that bastard problem of where exactly to take OO7 again?
Having said that, I think I've taken Mr Bond to an interesting place in this one, an interesting place I even enjoyed, the writer, and that's the crux of it isn't it? If the writer doesn't enjoy where he takes the character then how the hell is the reader going to enjoy it?
So, rest assured, if this Bond fan enjoyed where I'm taking Bond in this novel then I'm bloody sure you will too.
And, would it be a Harry Fawkes novel if I didn't have the usual twist or cliff hangar at the end?
So expect to be twisted and cliff hung.
Don't think that you'll know where you're going once you start reading though because if there's one thing I hate, it's reading a novel and you can predict the turns the story takes.
In my case, not even I, the writer, knew where the F*** I was going believe it or not and I'm still recovering from the unusual turn I decided to take half way through the second part ;-)
Anyway, I'm just off to prepare a nice juicy teaser to put up on this page tomorrow, Christmas Eve, which will contain a recap of sorts as to what the story is about, where James Bond is at the moment (for those of you who have already read Part One and need to be initiated again) and finally to perhaps entice more readers to dive into the charming world of Harry Fawkes.
You won't be disappointed.
Then on Tuesday I will send out to the kind moderators here the whole deal and nothing but the whole deal which is Part Two, for their most kind consideration of course. So, if they give the thumbs up, I think you'll be reading it sometime on Wednesday or Thursday.
What better thing, eh, than reading a new Bond story, superbly written (if I may say so myself) during the week preceding New Year.
What more could a true Bond fan want?
By the way, Merry Christmas ;-)
Posted 24 December 2012 - 07:53 PM
‘A compulsively readable storyteller and a thriller writer in a class of his own. Harry Fawkes makes the pages fly.’
ONE OF THE MOST DANGEROUS CRIMINALS THE WORLD HAD EVER SEEN IS BACK FROM THE DEAD AND SEEKING VENGEANCE – AND JAMES BOND IS IN HIS SIGHTS IN THIS ACTION PACKED NEW ADVENTURE FROM THE ACCLAIMED MASTER OF THE MODERN THRILLER
WHO BROUGHT YOU
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
THE MOMENT BEFORE YOU DIE
CHARM THE DEVIL
The ultimate game plan for Ian Fleming’s Masterspy is here
The final dance with the devil…
with death as the ultimate prize
For most of his life, James Bond has dared all and more, much more, for Queen and Country
And now he is being left out to dry over what the Ministry of Defence has publicly described as:
‘‘a debacle that blatantly cost the lives of two other MI6 agents’’
Found guilty by the Joint Intelligence Community’s Internal Investigation’s Board of gross negligence during Operation: ‘BLACK FOX’
James Bond is given a choice:
Retire or ‘be’ retired!
The urge to set the record straight – personally and professionally - is overwhelming and Bond finds himself out on his own and on the trail of his most deadly and most sadistic adversary yet:
On this violent and deadly path and as events draw to a blazing and unexpected climax, James Bond will unearth one of the most shocking plans for a terrorist act ever contemplated together with a dark secret that will force him to face the ultimate demon from his past.
One which will take him to the edge like never before
James Bond HAS returned once again to thrill CBn readers
in part 2 of his all-new fan fic novel with razor-sharp thrills and suspense
And this time…
the ultimate score will be settled
once and for all
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY ESTEEMED READERS HERE ON CBn
Posted 25 December 2012 - 09:06 AM
I cant wait to read it.......it don't seem to have appeared on the site yet..........!!!!!
Posted 25 December 2012 - 10:31 AM
I posted Part 2 at 0001 hrs so I think the moderators are still evaluating it.
Should be up soon though.
I posted it then so that those of you who are true Bond fans and love reading will have a nice Christmas present.
In this part, I tried touching upon an area in Bond's life seldom scrutinized but only hinted at. I decided to be a bit more dangerous with this swan song novel of mine. I'm sure you'll like it.
Hope you know how to cliff hang by the way ;-)
Posted 28 December 2012 - 08:39 PM
I expect that part 2 should be coming soon..........it seem to be taking some time
Posted 28 December 2012 - 10:20 PM
ROYAL GAMBIT is up for viewing - Enjoy ;-)
AT THE EDGE OF DANGER,
Posted 29 December 2012 - 12:59 AM
‘Quinn, let her go.’ Bond shouted. ‘You’ve got what you came for.’
‘No deals OO7,’ he said seriously. ‘No deals, pal. You of all people should know that in this game. I wish I could but I can’t. After I kill you, old man, I’m going to have to pump this bitch for some straight answers. Something’s going on here and I have no idea what the hell it is. Anyway, I know I’m not going to get anything out of you – ex-SAS and all that. Nah, men like you don’t talk under torture. The girly here on the other hand, well she’s another thing completely. She’ll talk, after I’ve had her ass mind. So, to conclude, Jimmy boy, as much as I’ve enjoyed our conversation and company here, I’m afraid yer time in this world is finally up. Time to pay the devil his humble due.’
William Quinn raised his gun and pointed it at Bond, his eyes dark and evil, a cold brutal smile on his lips.
‘I sincerely hope you get to heaven half an hour before the devil knows yer dead fella.’
Bond’s own eyes widened and he held his breath as Quinn finally squeezed the trigger…
HAPPY NEW YEAR
WHO BROUGHT YOU
NOBODY CHEATS DEATH
THE MOMENT BEFORE YOU DIE
CHARM THE DEVIL
H A R R Y F A W K E S
Posted 30 December 2012 - 01:50 AM
Thanks, Harry, will get to it soon....
Happy New Year
Posted 30 December 2012 - 03:50 AM
is there a part 3???? How long do we wait until the next part
Posted 30 December 2012 - 11:35 AM
Yes, 007jamesbond, there is a Part 3!!!!
And believe me when I say it is going to be the best part of the whole series.
In other words I am going to shake the hell out of all my readers out there with something that will absolutely blow them away in terms of excitement, thrills and action.
DEATH HAS BEEN WAITING FAR TOO LONG
THE BITCH IS IN ONE HELL OF A PISSED-OFF MOOD!!!!
So, now that the niceties have been all wrapped up and we obviously now know where Bond is in the story (Or do we? Will he survive or won't he? Will the other character Bond has shared part of his life with during those few days on the sunny island of Malta die or not? Will I dare Go Where No Other Fan Fic Writer Has Been By Killing Off Our Beloved Spy?) Well, is all I will give away is that the next Part will be the very best I have ever written and the very best piece of Fan Fic you've ever read so far.
And on that, readers mine, you have my word!!!!!
THE FINAL PART TO
R O Y A L G A M B I T
IS ON ITS WAY
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