Books by Thomas James Taylor

In 1970 the Labor-led South Australian government headed by Don Dunstan was concerned that Adelaide would become overpopulated. To decentralize government, population, and commerce, it was proposed that another city should be built east of Adelaide. They named it Monarto.Monarto was to become a new city that would work as a satellite city to Adelaide, and since it was far enough away, it was important that Monarto would have its own identity and economy.This made it difficult to define what kind of city Monarto was supposed to be.A fast-paced urban adventure through the streets a milieus of Monarto, a harborside metropolis where economic decline, government apathy, and social discontent are the prime ingredients of a city in trouble. Add to this a despotic crime boss intent on mischief on an international scale and a new and highly addictive substance being traded on the illicit drug market, and trouble edges ever closer to being a crisis.So what possible reason could an ex-special operations soldier turned professional thief have for tackling what a corrupt Australian government prefers to ignore, and what type of people have courage enough to take part in this crusade?

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Small children frolic delightedly in the shallows as a languid shore break washes the white sands with an incoming tide. Parents and other adults stand, cooling themselves in the deeper water, or sit beneath brightly coloured beach umbrellas staring out across the blue-green gulf waters, occasionally marking the progress of a power boat speeding across the sparkling surface like a skipping stone; the slap of water against its hull and the resonating drone of twin outboards following, time-lagged and out of sync.Others seek shelter from the sun beneath the jetty, and there between the wooden pylons resembling some ancient, weathered colonnade laze contentedly in its shadow. Some engaged in idle conversation, perhaps of a domestic nature, a tidbit of gossip or news of an upcoming social event or repeat listlessly the rhetorical question so many others had asked during the past two weeks. How much longer can this heat last?