Blade 3: Firestorm

Tim Bowler talks about Blade

'This is where we find out – who's the hunter, who's the prey.'


Blade is back in the Beast, the city he fled from at the age of eleven, the place he hates and fears. But there's no avoiding it now. The grinks have drawn him here against his will and danger stalks him at every turn. To make matters worse, his greatest enemy from the past is back in his life. But Blade is dangerous too and he's not finished yet. His blood is up and he's ready to mix it.


Firestorm was previously published in two parts as Blade: Fighting Back and Blade: Mixing It, and will be available in August 2012.



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Welcome to the Big Beast. Welcome to Hell.

Check around you, Bigeyes. Early morning, November sun. Cute little street, cute little school, cute little kiddies trigging through the gate. The great capital waking up around us. Plum place, yeah?

Think again.

Cos it's all wrong. It's zipping you over. Everything you see, everything you feel. Come closer, Bigeyes, and listen good. This is big new grime. It's not like the old city, the one we just escaped from.

This is the Beast.

And I'll tell you something about him.

Something you got to know.

Makes no difference how much sun there is, how many dinky kids or spiced up people you can see waking and shaking their lives into gear. The Beast's not what you think. Not what anyone thinks.

I know what I'm talking about. I was born here. I grew up here. If you can call it growing up. But never mind that. I know the Beast, right? I know him like I know my own body. If you think I was brained up on the old city, that's nothing to what I know about the Beast.

You probably heard about the taxi drivers. How they know every single street in the city. They learn it, road by road, and they get tested on it. Like it's a qualification. Yeah, right. Is that meant to impress me?

Well, it doesn't. I knew all that gump by the time I was seven. Every lane, every street, every dronky little mews. All the places too. Hotels, clubs, theatres, cinemas, brothels, you name it. All the bollocky monuments. I got so bored knowing everything about the Beast I made up own names for all the different places.

I got that kind of memory. I remember everything I want to remember. People, places, stories, numbers, whatever. You wouldn't believe the stuff I can remember. That's one of the things that's got me in trouble. But here's what's weird about the Beast.

I learnt all these things about him, then I found I was wrong. I didn't really know the Beast at all. Not like I thought I did. I just knew the names, and the places to hide. I know him better now. You bet I do. And you got to get cracked on him too, Bigeyes.

Cos there's stuff about the Beast you got to learn fast.

First up, he's not like the old city. The one we just left. She was big, yeah, but she's nothing to this guy. Second, the Beast's not even a city, not even a capital. Yeah, yeah, he's called both. In the tourist books.

He's got all the bung they blab about. Stations, parks, banks, businesses, stores, sights, all that shit. But he's got something else too. Something you won't find in the tourist books.

Another city.

And another, and another, and another.

Cos here's what most nebs don't know. We're not in a city. We're in ten cities rolled into one. More than ten. The Beast's a country all his own. And I'm not just talking about size, Bigeyes, how far he spreads out. I'm talking about layers. Cities within cities, lives within lives.

That's where the darkness comes from.

The cities you don't see.

The lives you don't see.

Trust me. I know.

But never mind that now. Cop a glint over the kids. Most of 'em in the playground but some still ripping in through the gate. Keep back, well back, and watch cute. Stay behind this van and peep round the edge.

OK, Bigeyes, got the kids? Got the main gate? Right, now check out the car parked down on the left, the flash grey one. And the guy sitting at the wheel. Smooth gobbo, shiny suit, sharp eyes.

See 'em moving? Can't, can you? That's cos he's cute and you're a dimp. Look again, Bigeyes. Look better. Got 'em now? The eyes? Still missing 'em, aren't you? Dungpot.

Never mind. Take it from me. They're moving. I know. How do I know? Cos he's like me. He knows how to watch. So we got to stay fizzed. For one very good reason.

The bastards know I'm here.

Back at the Beast, I mean. I'm not talking about this little street, or this gobbo. Jesus, if he knew what's going on, I might as well flip over now. But he doesn't. He's smart and he watches good, but he hasn't slammed me. And he won't, unless I dunk it big time.

He's like all the other grinks. Does what he's told, gets paid, goes home. Asks no questions. No, I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about the scumbos who tell him what to do, and the slimeheads above them. They're the ones who'll know I'm back at the Beast.

It's a simple equation.

They got Jaz and they know I'll come for her. Cos they know I care. Xennie slung that one when she blotched on me and Bex. So they'll know I won't wig it out of here and all they got to do is wait till I show.

And they're right. I've come back for Jaz. She's all I want. I don't give two bells what happens to me long as she gets away safe. But I'll tell you something, Bigeyes. If she's dead, there's something else I'll have.

My revenge.