An Intimate Terrorist Love Story is a satire on marriage and personality disorders, with the emphasis on terror. This story is black satire, and no false pretenses were harmed or erased in the making of this manuscript."When they get caught it's not because they're stupid. It's because they are doing the impossible. False pretense requires the intelligence and resources of the Military Industrial Complex to be successful. One lonely product of institutional negligence by design is ...

Prologue"Facts are mere accessories to the truth, and we do not invite to our hearth the guest who can only remind us that on such a day we suffered calamity. Still less welcome is he who would make a Roman holiday of our misfortunes. Exaggeration of what was monstrous is quickly recognised as a sign of egotism, and that contrarious symptom of the same disease which pretends that what is accepted as monstrous was really little more than normal is equally unwelc...

PrologueYou're not telling me anything because I'm too stupid to listen, and too young, and you're too old, and we don't speak the same language.Under the observation of a pathologist, I would have been a John Doe, a no-account dead man in a reasonably clean shirt. I would have been an unidentified frozen corpse with multiple contusions having a set, no, a series, of previous abrasions and bruises as if I lived the life of a street fighter; Injurie...

PrologueHe stopped at the stop sign and looked both ways before turning left and accelerating the little car on the highway leading south, 250 kilometres to Campbell River. He had no time to waste. Barry looked down the long stretch of highway in front of him and sighed. He was sober, and that didn't happen often these days. Never, in fact. He made the trip alone. Tripping on a highway was part of an old modus operandi. He drank coffee from Petro-Can and smoked a j...