• Hooke’s Prism by Paul Ashford

    The terrifying legacy of ‘the English Leonardo’

    Hooke’s Prism

    by Paul Ashford

    When two brothers stumble upon a gun and a crumbling notebook in the English countryside, they set in motion a chain of events that leads back to the dying embers of the Second World War — and the final, desperate days of Winston Churchill’s premiership. The cryptic jottings belong to a forgotten veteran: a man broken by conflict, haunted by secrets, and once entangled in an invisible war fought by the brightest minds of the age.

    At the heart of it all lies a mystery buried since 1945 — a missing message penned by Churchill himself, whispered across a conference table in Potsdam, and never delivered. As the narrator pieces together a puzzle that spans generations, he uncovers the terrifying legacy of the Invisible College, a secretive fellowship founded by the ‘English Leonardo’, Robert Hooke. But what did Hooke discover — and why has it been hidden for over 300 years?

    Hooke’s Prism is a gripping literary thriller that peers into the shadowy spaces between science, power, and history.


    “Darkly comic, fiercely intelligent, and rich with historical intrigue, Hooke’s Prism asks one urgent question: When truth is refracted through power, can we ever see the world as it truly is?”

“Mr and Mrs Bland had agreed that this meant ‘cheese’ so they passed him a good helping of Cheddar. Payment was neither offered nor requested. Like most grownups at that time Mr and Mrs Bland guessed what Old Turnip had been through and its catastrophic effect on his psyche.”

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“Unfortunately the younger twin, Pushkin Skrubadov, was blown up by a bomb during a negotiation with a sister bank. There were inevitable rumours that the bomb was planted by Tolstoy Skrubadov because it was his dream to be sole President.”

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“Meanwhile at the Conference Centre – ordinarily Potsdam’s Cecilienhof Palace and a princely monument that happily escaped the interventions of the Royal Air Force – a guard had to deal with yet another bunch of chancers who thought they could gate-crash the proceedings.”

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“In due course we passed a sign saying 'Welcome to Central Asia - please drive safely.' A second one was fixed lower down and executed by hand using spray paint. It said 'Trust in God, but tie up your camel.' I saw that, for better or worse, we were going in the right direction.”

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“‘Above all, we must guard against any incursion by outside interests. The mechanisms of History turn on delicate components, which, with the right skill set, are easily thrown off balance,’ said the KGB agent, who, confusingly, would in those days have been called a GRU agent.”

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“Two Manchester United supporters had a few beers and decided to walk home after an away game at Tibet's Kham stadium. The dervish rescued them and showed them the right path both spiritually and geographically. From that moment they supported Manchester City.”

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“Most of us had read his autobiography 'How I Got So Rich and Successful.' But as Sir Tristan Dashing began his account in the mellow, well-modulated voice for which he was justly famous, we saw how everything in his life led to this moment, to the tournament at Merv, and the asking of the Ultimate Question.”

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“‘I think we may dispense with the formalities,’ proposed the Man from Liaison. His voice, too, was colourless. In effect he was probably the most colourless person the operative had ever seen. When he said something, it was impossible to tell whether or not he intended it as ironic.”

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“'I think there are dimensions to this affair we still do not fully understand.The present is nothing but the tip of a huge iceberg we call the past, on which the penguin of human happiness balances only precariously.'”

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“My thoughts strayed once again to the scrawl we salvaged from Old Turnip’s house, which we always felt meant something, although we did not know what. Perhaps, I told my brother, the rambling pages of the ex-operative’s memoir deserved another look.”

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“Evidently, since none of us had ever gone looking for a witch before, and certainly not one as notorious as Baba Yaga, we needed outside expertise. in the end Owen Cohen was able to find a suitable team of Albanian witch hunters who were currently touring this region.”

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  • The Book of Names by Paul Ashford

    Some secrets should never be uttered

    The Book of Names

    by Paul Ashford

    When Adam wrote down the names he allocated to the earth’s creatures, he never expected the manuscript would one day be fought over by a disgraced French Count, two Russian oligarchs, and a rogue’s gallery of misfits—as the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

    When a dishevelled ex-con collides with a bankrupt aristocrat on a rain-soaked Parisian street, they unwittingly set off a chain of events that unearths a conspiracy older than the French Republic—and possibly the universe itself. At the centre lies a decaying château, a stolen fortune, and a leather-bound artefact whispered about in obscure footnotes and forbidden histories: The Book of Names.

    Said to contain the true name of every living thing, the Book bestows immense power upon those who understand its secrets. Pursued by oligarchs, occultists, and a witch who once ruled the steppes, the unlikely duo are joined by a master thief, a philosophising chef, and three daughters of an extinct warrior order—each drawn into a caper that blurs the line between myth and memory.

    The Book of Names is a razor-sharp literary thriller about identity, secrecy, and the dangerous magic of language.


    “Richly imagined, slyly satirical, and eerily relevant, The Book of Names explores the terrifying possibility that words don’t just describe the world—they control it.”

  • The Big Quiz Night by Paul Ashford

    Some questions were never meant to be answered

    The Big Quiz Night

    by Paul Ashford

    When the Childhood Chums signed up for the village quiz league, they didn’t expect it to involve radioactive slugs, international espionage, or the philosophy of pain—let alone gunfire in the snug bar of The Three Wise Fishes.

    When their star player is hospitalised by carnivorous molluscs, Rosie Dawn, bookshop owner and reluctant team coach, is forced to enlist a mysterious stranger with an uncertain past. As the quiz descends into chaos—and the Quizmaster is fatally interrupted mid-question—the team finds themselves on the run, accused of murder, and entangled in a shadowy competition with stakes far beyond bragging rights.

    At the heart of it lies an eccentric billionaire, a decaying Silk Road ruin, and the whispered promise of a final question capable of answering all others. As enemies close in and the scoreboard ticks up, Rosie and her ragtag squad must navigate hidden loyalties, ancient grudges, and the terrifying prospect of losing what they value most—whether that’s truth, home, or the winning point.

    The Big Quiz Night is a knife-edged comic adventure about knowledge, loyalty, and the absurd lengths we’ll go to avoid the answers we fear most.


    “Wickedly clever, darkly funny, and unnervingly plausible, The Big Quiz Night asks what happens when the world’s biggest questions fall into the hands of the least qualified people to answer them.”

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About the Author

Paul Ashford has walked this earth for a good few decades although at the start he mostly crawled. He was brought up under idyllic conditions in the Surrey Hills and failed to undergo any of the suffering now obligatory for a modern novelist. He began producing fiction at an early age, mostly in the form of excuses for not doing his homework.

He received a degree in Philosophy from a university which kept Philip Larkin stashed in its library, and then changed his mind and got his doctorate in Psychology from another one.

All this learning was insufficient to prevent Paul from becoming employed in the media, and he was embroiled in innumerable titles including being a director of Channel 5 and the Express Group. Since making up fairy tales was incompatible with the rigorously factual approach of the British press, his first novel, Caryddwen’s Cauldron, appeared under the name of Paul Hilton.

Paul continues to work on new stories. When not doing this he plays a number of instruments, most of them badly, and has a small boat which he sails extensively and largely alone due to the fear of drowning that his past exploits elicit in passengers.

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