The Story Of a Precocious Child. Part One.

I was a forward thinking child from an early age having had my Davy Crockett hat stolen from my head at the age of five. I reasoned that the bigger you are the more likely you are to get away with things like that. Unfortunately I was no great size, so I reasoned, not unnaturally in my view, that I needed allies to retrieve that hat. A week pasted and despite my protestation to friends, no gathering of quasi Tennesseans formed for the vendetta, so I took matters into my own hands. I stole my mothers jewelry. This was my first venture into the shadowy world of bribery and courting power. Not being aware of the term ‘sexist’ I distributed these treasured trinkets showing no bias to either gender at my Junior School in an attempt to ‘buy’ my gang. This was not a great strategy on my part but a valuable lesson was soon learnt. Never trust a woman with an unsolicited gift. Before the closing School Bell could ring one eminently forgettable female had reported my largesse to ‘Miss‘ who immediately changed from being the all singing and dancing recipient of my polished apple, into a finger wagging ear pinching tyrant. She lead me by the throbbing lobe through the building collecting on our way all the misappropriated goods from my would be avengers. Mum and Dad were not best pleased.

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s 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 seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. 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, 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 short stories he writes, 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 that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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