Excerpt from Maykin (1888, time of the Ripper Murders)

The bus driver had the floor.  He clicked the reins and as the horses started he continued.

    “Charlie Cross the carman, as lives in Bethnal Green, says he and another cove found ‘er an at first, he just thought it was a piece o’ tarpaulin, but he jes had a feelin about it an wen he went over to look proper – there she was lyin in the gutter dead as could be.  Was him and the bloke wot call the watch.”

     “Well I heerd that her skirts was all pulled up an she was a layin in a most indecent fashion.”  Said one marm with a basket of eggs held most carefully on her lap.

     “An that goes to show wot type of wumman she were for no decent Christian would be caught dead in such a way.”  added another self righteous matron who they all recognized as a staunch chapel goer.

     “You wimmin are the mosht hard hearted creetursh,” interposed an old toothless man who smelled of cows, manure and cows, “Sheems to me ash if she didn’t have no shay bout the way she died.”

     “No she didn’t!”  This from a sharp faced, underfed, overworked young woman with three hungry looking children and about six months along with a fourth.  “And you wantta know why she didn’t?  Because he was a stinkin man who had got wot he wanted an’ wasn’ gen’l’man enuff  ta pay her arterward but cut her throat instead, so don’t you go a talkin of us wimmin.”

     “Thas’ right!  You tell im muh girl.  Thas all these men are good for anyhow.  Like I tell my man this mornin’ when I hears about that poor soul, ‘It’s wretches like you’, I says, ‘Who causes decent god fearin wimmin to go astray.’”

     “Well accordin ta Charlie, the talk from some o’ the people around the body was that she used to be quite respectable at one time.  Bin married to a printer who dressed like a toff an lived like one, but ran off with the woman who came to live in so as to take care of his wife when she ad their last brat.”

     “See?”  From the pregnant underfed, “You all see?  Wot did I say?  Din’t I say they’re no good?  Here it is she is ‘avin is child an’ he runs off with not jes’ another wumman, but the wumman wot come to ‘elp is Wife, ‘ave ‘is chile.  I ask you.  I ask you!”

     By this time the bus was full and well on its way to the city, with, all who climbed aboard adding comments pro and con, concerning Mary Ann Nichols conduct in life and stance in dea/th.

     Maykin and Nollie rode, on listening much but saying little, and when they finally alighted they each thought how interesting it was to drive on a bus from the suburbs into the city.

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Shua 2325 B.C.—1625 B.C.


Excerpt from Shua:


What he did not see was the stranger, after bumping into him, touch his head lightly but swiftly and lay him gently down. 

     As he did this the figure with the bundle up ahead spun; and the bundle of flax disappeared; he was in full battle dress and in seconds had looped his body over Shem’s in a protective stance.

     Shem’s stranger also spun to face the bushes on the opposite side of the road and the change in him was a thing of beauty. 

     The two Nephilim were stepping out of the bushes as he was rushing in.   He carried them back in with him.

     “You Uzai (velocity of the Lord)?!!”   Screamed Nekeb.

     “And Zithri (protection of the Lord) !!!” Screamed Zalaph looking at the angel bending over Shem.

     “What are you two doing down here?” demanded Zalaph as they rapidly dropped their giant human forms at the edge of the bushes where they were trying to dash across at Shem.

     “Father sent us to protect His child.”

     “Protect!  Protect!  Instead of taking him to be sacrificed we’ll kill him now if we have to!”

     Uzai smiled, pulled out his sword in one swift move and swung, “In the name of our God, we do valiantly!”

     It tore off Zalaph‘s left arm and slammed him against Nekeb with such force that both their bodies went screaming through the air.  3600 gardu (two leagues) later they managed to apply brakes and came flying back, while their curses echoed for miles around.  Because they were in such a rage, they didn’t notice Uzai again flying toward them with all speed, his sword stretched sideways. 

     “Who is God save the Lord?” He asked, putting the question to the world at large. 

     None answered. 

     As Nekeb saw the sword headed straight for his throat, and his throat headed for it, he did a double-dip-desperate-dive, mouth wide in a ghastly grin of horror and pulled Zalaph in front of him with a death grip, causing Zalaph‘s head to roll off instead.  For Zalaph it meant chains of darkness for sure, with no bail before, or parole after sentencing.

     Seeing this, Nekeb then tried to escape, but that was his undoing. Uzai overtook him swiftly, and flying above him, swung down with a powerful blow.  It cleaved him in half from the top of his head straight through to the place where two thighs met.  He joined his ‘friend’ in the chains of darkness.  He heard Zalaph cursing before he fully arrived.

     “Forever Oh Lord, Thy word is settled in Heaven!”  Was the joyful triumphant sound that rang on the evening air, as Uzai floated down for a perfect landing beside Zithri and Shem.


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     The stranger was now holding out his hand to Shem; now brushing him off; now commiserating with him.

     “What happened?” asked Shem in bewilderment.

     “Something in the bush made me jump.”  Said the stranger.

     “Told you I was glad of your company because I don’t particularly like this part of the road!”

     “I see what you mean.”  replied the stranger as they set off.   “I tell you what, I’ll call out to that young man up ahead with the bundle of flax on his back.  I’m probably going farther than you are anyway, and I can have him for company after you stop off.  Hie!  Young man.  Wait for us please.



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