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July 31, 2018 AD
A new profile appears on the grid. Forty-three metres away, somewhere inside the terminal — a traveller with time to kill and a two-word bio. Marco knows the choreography. He knows the bathrooms, the blind spots, the ten-minute window that folds neatly into a cleaning route. His body is already running the programme before his brain has finished pretending there's a choice.
July 31, 2018 AD
Adelaide Airport has three cubicles, four urinals, and five basins in the men's near Gate 14. Marco Ferraro knows this because he's cleaned them approximately four hundred and seventy times. He knows other things too — which locks work silently, which corridors the cameras miss, which bathrooms go quiet between arrival waves. The cleaning route is the only honest work he does. Everything else is performance, concealment, and a phone he shouldn't be checking on shift.
July 31, 2018 AD
The stranger's mouth tastes like adrenaline, not desire — a distinction Marco's body doesn't bother to make. Something about this encounter is different. Something that bypasses fifteen years of careful choreography and makes him do the one thing he never does. For a few minutes in the dark, the compartment breaks open and he feels everything. Then the colours erupt.
July 31, 2018 AD
Marco knows every corner of this airport that offers privacy. He's mapped them the way other people map escape routes — instinctively, compulsively, the architecture of a double life he's been maintaining since he was sixteen. Luke knows how to walk like he belongs somewhere he doesn't. Both skills converge in a janitor's closet with no camera coverage, where a collision becomes something neither of them planned for.
Marco Ferraro spent most of his life perfecting the art of disappearing. The dutiful son at Sunday lunch. The quiet cleaner in the hi-vis vest. The man on the app whose profile showed no face. Every room he entered, he mapped for exits and sightlines. Every relationship he built had a false floor. The double life was so complete that when he vanished from Earth entirely — naked, shoved through a hole in reality by a stranger he'd been on his knees for — nobody who knew him knew which Marco had gone missing.
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Joel Gibbons had never been anywhere. Hadn't finished school. Hadn't met his father. Hadn't done much except show up for his mum and hope that counted for something. A passport application changed everything—a name on a birth certificate, a coincidence that put him in the wrong place, and a death he didn't see coming. Joel should have stayed dead. Instead, he woke in glowing water—claimed before he even drew breath—gasping back to life with three words branded somewhere deeper than skin. You are mine.
Gladys Cramer wasn’t looking for trouble—just a quiet glass of red and maybe a cat that actually came when called. But when a Portal opens, a body turns up, and a man with too many secrets begs her trust, Gladys is pulled into something vast, strange, and far too dangerous. She doesn’t know the rules. She doesn’t want the job. Dryly funny, quietly furious, and not at all qualified—Gladys is about to learn that staying out of it doesn’t mean staying safe.
Men are vanishing across Tasmania, and Detective Senior Constable Karl Jenkins is running out of time, patience, and sanity. Every lead points to Luke Smith—but proving it means crossing lines Karl can't uncross. He breaks into houses without warrants. He sees faces in windows that shouldn't be there. He chases the wine-soaked Gladys Cramer through high-speed pursuits only for her to slip away. His partner becomes collateral damage. His sergeant's warnings go ignored. Karl knows something monstrous is happening on this island, and he'll tear through every boundary to expose it. Even if it destroys him.
When a series of disappearances grips Tasmania’s remote edges, Detective Sarah Lahey is drawn into a case that threatens to unravel her—professionally and personally. As tensions flare with fellow detective Karl Jenkins, trust becomes a gamble neither can afford. In the search for truth, they’ll find the shadows run deeper than they imagined. Into the Dark is a haunting thriller about loyalty, obsession, and the cost of stepping beyond the light.
Thrown into an unfamiliar world with nothing but her medical kit and a backlog of questions, Dr. Glenda De Bruyn never asked to lead. But when strangers start arriving—wounded, lost, and dangerous—triage becomes survival. Each decision risks more than a life; it tests what remains of her logic, loyalty, and control. As the lines blur between science and myth, Glenda must confront not only the fractures in her patients—but the ones inside herself. In Clivilius, everyone bleeds. Not everyone gets patched up.
Jamie Greyson was shoved through a Portal into a dimension that shouldn't exist, by a partner he no longer trusts. In the dust and desperation of Clivilius, the son he'd only just begun to know arrives with a slit throat and no heartbeat. The lagoon brings Joel back. But when Jamie begs for a second miracle, Clivilius answers with silence. Some debts, it seems, are only paid once.
Luke Smith's world transforms with the discovery of a cryptic device, thrusting him into the guardianship of destiny itself. His charismatic charm and unpredictable decisions now carry weight beyond imagination, balancing on the razor's edge between salvation and destruction. Embracing his role as a Guardian, Luke faces the paradox of power: the very force that defends also threatens to annihilate. As shadows gather and the fabric of reality strains, Luke must navigate the consequences of his actions, unaware that a looming challenge will test the very core of his resolve.