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Dark Rain
Man has destroyed his environment. Earth is dying, and the rain is continuous. They said there would be huge domed towns for everyone, but now just one percent—the super-rich Domers—live in dry, crime-free luxury. The rest live out in the rain. This is the new order. But then the unthinkable happens. There is a murder in one of the Domes. When Inspector O'Neil probes too deeply, he's fired from his job. And then the truth begins to emerge….
256 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2006
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About the author
Conor Corderoy
18 books2 followersI was born in London, on the 9th November, 1957, which at the date of writing makes me 57 years old. Since then I have moved over 100 times, and you can draw your own conclusions about that. I had very little involvement with my parents, and for that I am grateful. It helped me to develop a very deep-seated belief in independence and freedom, which informs everything I do.
When I was two we moved first to Ibiza and then to the tiny Formentera, in the Med. In those days it was about as remote as you could get without leaving Europe. From a very early age there was a ‘UFO’ Presence in my life. I put UFO in inverted commas because it wasn’t always an unidentified flying object. I have written down some of the incidents where I had encounters with this Presence, and you can read about them here. Some of the incidents I cannot write about. Again, you can draw your own conclusions.
I do not channel, and I do not receive information from beings from other planets about what goes on in our ‘world’. I treat all such information with skepticism, and anyone who has read Dark Rain knows why. Our world is our responsibility. That is what freedom means.
I spent my childhood as a wild, barefoot boy on a wild, remote island in the Mediterranean. It was pretty close to paradise. Between 1967 and 1970 the hippies who set out from California ended up on Formentera, decked in flowers and smelling of hash. It was a wild, psychedelic time for a wild, barefoot boy. One day I’ll write about it. It fuelled my passion for freedom and made me understand that freedom starts in the mind and spreads from there.
At this time the UFO Presence grew much stronger. It affected my life in a variety of ways which I cannot talk about yet and do not want to talk about yet. But it made me understand that there are intelligent life forms which we call ETs or Aliens who actually inhabit our own world, but where we have a material, three-dimensional presence in the space-time continuum, as well as a conscious presence in the two-dimensional mental world, they exist only in the mental world and can only interact with the physical world in very special circumstances. They did this for me on one occasion, when I was 12, in order to bring me a vast, priceless, esoteric library. That set my life on a new course and we moved to Cordoba. Mainland Spain.
In Cordoba I learnt Tae Kwon Do and to ride horses. I was pretty good at both. I hooked up with a crowd of young Spaniards and we used to walk into the Sierra Morena, which was pretty remote then, and search for UFOs. Sometimes we found them – or so we thought. Actually they found us. The Presence was by and large benign and there was a lot of telepathic communication, as well as automatic writing and other forms of contact, but I ended up disregarding well over 90% of the information because it simply was not reliable and it was so full of holes you could drain spaghetti through it.
At 19 I set off on an odyssey intending to become a rock star. I went to London and did far too many things to recount. At 25 I met my second wife, while working at a drug rehab near the Portobello Road in London’s Notting Hill, and with her unflagging help and support I became a writer and discovered that this was, along with the pursuit of true freedom, my great passion. We had two adorable and staggeringly beautiful daughters and I experimented with academia, becoming an Incorporated Linguist, a barrister at the Inner Temple (which was very cool), a psychologist and a Master Practitioiner of NLP. During this time the Presence did not withdraw entirely from my life, but stepped back to allow me to grow and explore in wider directions.
In 2008 I left England on my own and moved back to Spain. I had encountered death and violence on a number of occasions in my life, but I encountered it in 2010 in ways that were profound and gave me a deep insight into the nature of life and death. This was a series of profound, personal exp
When I was two we moved first to Ibiza and then to the tiny Formentera, in the Med. In those days it was about as remote as you could get without leaving Europe. From a very early age there was a ‘UFO’ Presence in my life. I put UFO in inverted commas because it wasn’t always an unidentified flying object. I have written down some of the incidents where I had encounters with this Presence, and you can read about them here. Some of the incidents I cannot write about. Again, you can draw your own conclusions.
I do not channel, and I do not receive information from beings from other planets about what goes on in our ‘world’. I treat all such information with skepticism, and anyone who has read Dark Rain knows why. Our world is our responsibility. That is what freedom means.
I spent my childhood as a wild, barefoot boy on a wild, remote island in the Mediterranean. It was pretty close to paradise. Between 1967 and 1970 the hippies who set out from California ended up on Formentera, decked in flowers and smelling of hash. It was a wild, psychedelic time for a wild, barefoot boy. One day I’ll write about it. It fuelled my passion for freedom and made me understand that freedom starts in the mind and spreads from there.
At this time the UFO Presence grew much stronger. It affected my life in a variety of ways which I cannot talk about yet and do not want to talk about yet. But it made me understand that there are intelligent life forms which we call ETs or Aliens who actually inhabit our own world, but where we have a material, three-dimensional presence in the space-time continuum, as well as a conscious presence in the two-dimensional mental world, they exist only in the mental world and can only interact with the physical world in very special circumstances. They did this for me on one occasion, when I was 12, in order to bring me a vast, priceless, esoteric library. That set my life on a new course and we moved to Cordoba. Mainland Spain.
In Cordoba I learnt Tae Kwon Do and to ride horses. I was pretty good at both. I hooked up with a crowd of young Spaniards and we used to walk into the Sierra Morena, which was pretty remote then, and search for UFOs. Sometimes we found them – or so we thought. Actually they found us. The Presence was by and large benign and there was a lot of telepathic communication, as well as automatic writing and other forms of contact, but I ended up disregarding well over 90% of the information because it simply was not reliable and it was so full of holes you could drain spaghetti through it.
At 19 I set off on an odyssey intending to become a rock star. I went to London and did far too many things to recount. At 25 I met my second wife, while working at a drug rehab near the Portobello Road in London’s Notting Hill, and with her unflagging help and support I became a writer and discovered that this was, along with the pursuit of true freedom, my great passion. We had two adorable and staggeringly beautiful daughters and I experimented with academia, becoming an Incorporated Linguist, a barrister at the Inner Temple (which was very cool), a psychologist and a Master Practitioiner of NLP. During this time the Presence did not withdraw entirely from my life, but stepped back to allow me to grow and explore in wider directions.
In 2008 I left England on my own and moved back to Spain. I had encountered death and violence on a number of occasions in my life, but I encountered it in 2010 in ways that were profound and gave me a deep insight into the nature of life and death. This was a series of profound, personal exp
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August 15, 2014
FXXXing brilliant! The other two reviewers have totally missed the point. I read it over two days and I couldn't put it down. Yes, it has only 5 chapters. Who cares? It adds to the weight and the depth of the book. Grammatical errors? Are you serious? The book is written in the first person by a hard-bitten cop who has lived his life in the rain and the mud under a dystopian dictatorship. You seriously expect good grammar from him?
This book, like all Corderoy's books, is a total white-knuckle ride that doesn't let up for a moment. It is totally faithful to it's genre(s)and the noir style is done to perfection. As to the plot it develops with twist and turns you just don't see coming and it keeps you on the edge of your seat to the last page.
This is a damned good read, I recommend it totally.
This book, like all Corderoy's books, is a total white-knuckle ride that doesn't let up for a moment. It is totally faithful to it's genre(s)and the noir style is done to perfection. As to the plot it develops with twist and turns you just don't see coming and it keeps you on the edge of your seat to the last page.
This is a damned good read, I recommend it totally.
May 17, 2010
Oh, good heavens! I give up!
30 pages between narrative breaks? 50 pages between chapters? I've probably read the last 80 pages 3 times.
30 pages between narrative breaks? 50 pages between chapters? I've probably read the last 80 pages 3 times.
March 23, 2019
Plus a half star as it really was a good short read. Started in Chandler/Marlow voice with the first person detective O'Neil but as he is put through his paces and [SPOILER] thrown off the force very early on, the voice changes. Not sure if that is just because Chandler is very hard to keep going or a deliberate change of tone of voice. Anyway apart from the set scenes of torture which don't appeal at all it kept me interested despite guessing the plot twist soon as I met the 5C. And I think I need a new label for post apocalyptic books.
September 5, 2017
Good book with a couple of plot holes but sucked you into a dying world.
October 29, 2023
Poor written with some editing mistakes and plenty of hokey sci-fi fluff thrown in.
June 7, 2013
This is the sort of genre I enjoy; the futuristic, dystopia setting. And whilst Corderoy obviously tried very hard to create a bleakly grey (no pun intended) setting, his poor narration skills fall short of what could have been an otherwise very enjoyable read.
Cue PLENTY of grammar fails I found myself correcting in my mind's eye almost continually, typing errors, spelling mistakes and plot holes. (In one scene, Don was under the impression O'Neal's name was Smith, and yet Don refers to him as O'Neal in a heated speech.) Scenes and settings were not properly described (it took me a while to realise this was set in England), the characters all spoke in the same way and there was virtually NO description of what they looked or sounded like. They all seemed samey and one-dimensional, and they had no character development. Reading the same phrases such as O'Neal saying "I'm cute like that" became repetitive, but that's nothing in comparison to the dire dialogue the main character spoke. Plus, almost all of the characters were male, except for Elizabeth Keyhoe and for Rebecca. This I have a problem with. Betty was pretty much described as a (rich) damsel in distress with no backbone, and Rebecca was a waste of space.
Despite these many flaws that almost made me give up reading on many occasions, I wanted to know how the book finished.
All in all, not the best book I've read. I'll be doing my bit and giving it back to the charity shop I bought it from.
Cue PLENTY of grammar fails I found myself correcting in my mind's eye almost continually, typing errors, spelling mistakes and plot holes. (In one scene, Don was under the impression O'Neal's name was Smith, and yet Don refers to him as O'Neal in a heated speech.) Scenes and settings were not properly described (it took me a while to realise this was set in England), the characters all spoke in the same way and there was virtually NO description of what they looked or sounded like. They all seemed samey and one-dimensional, and they had no character development. Reading the same phrases such as O'Neal saying "I'm cute like that" became repetitive, but that's nothing in comparison to the dire dialogue the main character spoke. Plus, almost all of the characters were male, except for Elizabeth Keyhoe and for Rebecca. This I have a problem with. Betty was pretty much described as a (rich) damsel in distress with no backbone, and Rebecca was a waste of space.
Despite these many flaws that almost made me give up reading on many occasions, I wanted to know how the book finished.
All in all, not the best book I've read. I'll be doing my bit and giving it back to the charity shop I bought it from.
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