Underworld

Underworld #1

by Peter Beere

When life became impossible for the homeless of London many left the streets to live under the earth. They made their homes in the corridors and caves of the underground. They gave their home a name. They called it UNDERWORLD.

It was hard for Sarah to remember how long she'd been down there, but sometimes it seemed like forever. It was hard to remember a life on the outside. It was hard to remember the real world. Now it seemed there was nothing but creeping through the darkness, there was nothing but whispering and secrecy.

And in the darkness lay a man who was waiting to kill her....

129 pages, Kindle Edition

First published February 14, 1992

About the author

I live in Somerset with my wife Marti and Mitzi, a Welsh collie. Obviously they control everything and I am a mere hanger-on. Older than I look, I remember smoking on the shore as the Ark was being launched and thinking to myself, 'That folly will never float.' And, 'I ought to give these things up.'
I have been described as 'an original thinker, with a battered energy and a dark but hopeful sense of humour'. Which is better than I could have come up with.
That's pretty much it. I am always happy to chat and can be contacted at pbeere@sky.com.
Buy my books, tell others, and we'll be friends for ever more.

Reviews

[Woff · Rating 2 out of 5]

Clumsy and oddly condescending to the intended audience. At one point a runaway teen is fleeing from a murderer in a subway tunnel and out of nowhere a narrator pops up and gives us this nauseating monologue:

“Maybe if she had pursued this line of thought a little she would’ve come to the realization that she wasn’t yet ready to be living on her own. There’s a lot of difference between growing up and thinking about growing up. Growing up was something you learned while you were actually doing it.”

Blurk.