Danny Kemp
On the days that my conscience decides that the traveling public in London cannot do without me, and stirs me deeply to attend to theirs wishes, I start my day at Canary Wharf, the home to all the major financial institutes of the world. Here is a soulless place devoid of singing birds of any description that I have seen or heard above the screeching traffic and shouted conversations down Blackberries.
It was built some twenty odd years ago on the site of the old West India Docks and now stands perched on a crest, looking down on all its surrounds, resembling in my imagination an eagle or another bird of prey. It stands tall and shinily clad in polished aluminiun, marble and glass as if turning its nose up to the Council estates and housing that it looks down on that once were homes to some of the displaced Dockers.
I hold no grudge against its being there, after all it provides me with the first job of the day, but I have a cynical mind honed over years of being told what was good for me.
Everyday, as if lifted straight from some Orwellian nightmare, I see toddlers strung together by their carers taken from one corporation’s building to another, as an introduction to the world locked away from Canaries and such trifling things.Twenty years ago I returned to London and began to become accustomed to the intricacies of this place, now knowing what’s there, better than I know what’s in the shed at the end of my garden. I wonder how many of those children spend their lives here beyond the song of birds.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp is a member of The Society of Authors. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by CNext Chapter with the tenth novel being a two-part ending to the Heirs and Descendants Series. A Covenant of Spies completed the four-book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? Once I Was A Soldier and A Widow's Son. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was a number-one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, the UK, Canada, and Australia. Although it's true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the two novellas he wrote, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled--The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality. Amazon Author Page He is fond of writing Quotes and a collection of his can be found here---
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