T.M. Green

@tmgreen.uk

I write stories about the hidden history of technology, the moments when someone stumbled upon something they weren't supposed to find, and nothing was ever the same again.

Down in the survey office, a planetoid catalogued WM-9 reads hazard class red, structurally unsound, DO NOT DEPLOY CREWED RIG. Out on the muster deck, in front of forty witnesses, the word red has just been laundered into a synonym for brave. htdg.uk/teuba1

£8,800 in one month. Best March in thirty-one books. The tips arrive before the events. The faces arrive before the cameras. The money arrives before the questions. And the questions are coming. PAPARAZZO. For a limited time, available exclusively at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

In case you missed the muster: Deadeye and the Widowmaker, book 1 of How To Die Gracefully, is out now on every platform. The Sweetwater would love to have you aboard, and cannot, for legal reasons, guarantee your return. htdg.uk/teuba1

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He knows which door they'll use. He knows what time the light is right. He knows how to make a grieving mother look up. What he doesn't know is why his own face is on a strip of film from before he was born. PAPARAZZO. Soft launch at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

The company in this book never lies, exactly. Lying needs some private acquaintance with the truth. The company simply has a genius for telling a better story than the truth, and the better story always wins, and that is the frightening part, and it is also, I am afraid, funny. htdg.uk/teuba1

A diary since 1979. Every job. Every fee. Every frame. Four columns, ruled with a steel rule. The dullest book in London, until the numbers start telling a story nobody wrote down. PAPARAZZO. Weights & Measures, Book 1. For a limited time, available exclusively at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

A single woman walks into the computational architecture of the planet, not as data to be parsed but as a voice that answers when spoken to. The Convergence, Book Five of Every Face is No Face. efinf.uk/72x1oj

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He bought a dead man's life's work for £80 off the widow. Forty years of negatives, boxed and dated. Worth nothing, until he found a face that shouldn't be there. His own. PAPARAZZO. Weights & Measures, Book 1. For a limited time, available exclusively at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

A man buys a dead colleague's negatives for eighty quid. Carton eleven. A crowd outside a magistrates' court, November 1966. At the edge of the frame there is a man of about sixty-four, hands down, face three-quarters away. It is him. Soft launch at weightsandmeasures.uk

A man buys a dead colleague's negatives for eighty quid. Carton eleven. A crowd outside a magistrates' court, November 1966. At the edge of the frame there is a man of about sixty-four, hands down, face three-quarters away. It is him. Soft launch at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

He sells what people want hidden. He finds what people want buried. He lies for access and waits for the door. He's been doing it since he was fifteen. And he's only sixty-four, except in a photograph from 1966. PAPARAZZO. For a limited time, available exclusively at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

This is a book about a man who is genuinely vile, entirely aware of it, and having a lovely time. No redemption arc. No secret wound. He is very funny and very good at his job, and that is the only reason you'll stay. Soft launch at weightsandmeasures.uk

By T.M. Green

A single woman walks into the computational architecture of the planet, not as data to be parsed but as a voice that answers when spoken to. The Convergence, Book Five of Every Face is No Face. efinf.uk/72x1oj

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The company sells nostalgia for an Old Earth of open ranges and honest homesteads that, on the balance of the evidence, never existed at all. You cannot go back to it. That is, commercially speaking, its finest quality. htdg.uk/teuba1