“Last summer, in London at least, the hoodie was transformed from a benign piece of leisurewear into a uniform for the disaffected,… — Mark Capell Collective consciousness Copy Share Image
“What would be the point of safety measures? What’s the point of a man balancing on a wire if there’s no risk… — Mark Capell Danger Copy Share Image
“Dell had left the army and taken the discipline home with him. I’d left the theatre world and taken the whisky sodas… — Mark Capell Alcohol Copy Share Image
“I settle for a radio station that’s currently playing a Tom Waits track. That man has so much gravel in his voice… — Mark Capell Journey Copy Share Image
“There was a ringing in his ears, like a dead phone line that he couldn’t hang up on.” — Mark Capell Crime fiction Copy Share Image
“In the main café area next door, Delilah is coming to the end of Moonlight Sonata. The final notes are deep, sad… — Mark Capell Death Copy Share Image
