{"id":264509,"date":"2026-07-15T02:11:06","date_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/joyride-by-guy-adams-patrick-ness-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-15T02:11:06","modified_gmt":"2026-07-14T23:11:06","slug":"joyride-by-guy-adams-patrick-ness-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/joyride-by-guy-adams-patrick-ness-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Joyride By Guy Adams – Patrick Ness (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Fear and greed\u2014you can run a country by encouraging that attitude, so why not a business? Fletcher takes a sip of his coffee and removes from his pocket the small black notebook he\u2019s taken to carrying. He\u2019s become far too paranoid to keep any information about the business on his computer and has decided old- school pen and ink is the way to go. The fact that someone could steal the notebook has never occurred to him. Fletcher is inconsistent with his paranoia.<\/p>\n

He scans through the list of clients booked in for the next few weeks. There\u2019s the investment banker with all the enthusiasm for kink but none of the nerve. The movie producer who just \u2018wants to feel something, you know?\u2019 The journalist who, if previous experience is anything to go by, will spend three hours with a new body, new underwear, and a full-length mirror. The importer who likes nothing more than taking out his week\u2019s stress on someone else\u2019s face with someone else\u2019s knuckles.<\/p>\n

The ambassador for . . . well, Fletcher can never quite remember . . . who will scoff his way through enough drugs to make a rhinoceros smile briefly, before slipping into a coma . . . It\u2019s one hell of a list of clients and it goes on and on and on. Fletcher is surprised by some of the requests. He imagined most people would just want to sleep around for a bit on someone else\u2019s conscience, but maybe that says more about him than anything else.<\/p>\n

Lots of his clients don\u2019t even do anything that illegal, they just want to feel what it\u2019s like to wear a younger body again. To be able to run as fast and as far as only eighteen- year-old lungs can. He has one client who will spend her entire allotted time just trying on clothes she can no longer fit into herself.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s kind of sad really. But then he has the serious cases. He knows he really needs to start limiting those, not for any moral reason (Fletcher couldn\u2019t care less about some teenager he doesn\u2019t know), but because people will really start to talk. He doesn\u2019t for one minute think anyone could trace what\u2019s going on back to him. Who would believe it? But the equipment has its limitations. The further afield you search, the younger the transplants need to be and, even then, it struggles to pick anything up once you\u2019re outside a mile or two.<\/p>\n

God knows why, add it to the list of \u2018Things I Should Have Asked That Alien Before I Kicked It to Death.\u2019 It\u2019s a narrow playing field and if he\u2019s not careful, it\u2019ll get to the point when the area is in such panic and under such close scrutiny, nobody will want to play.<\/p>\n

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One: They Say Shock Does Strange Things Two: A Pretend Name for a Pretend Human Three: \u2018Be Ready for the Time of Your Life\u2019 Four: Sometimes a Bed Can Become Empty (Even When There\u2019s Someone in It) Five: Designed to Make Normal Humans Cry Six: Max Was a Nice Guy Seven: Two of the Three of Them Got to Walk Away from It Eight: Nine: Just Trying Ten: The Wallflower of Shoreditch Is Completely Off Her Head Eleven: What\u2019s Wrong with Everything?<\/p>\n

Twelve: Garry, Old Son, You Just Became a Millionaire Thirteen: School, Football Practise, Home Fourteen: The Joy of Being Garry Fletcher Fifteen: An Abattoir in Silhouette Sixteen: Data Retrieval Seventeen: A Hard Time for the Coal Hill School Administrative Waste Bin Eighteen: Steve\u2019s Little Problem Nineteen: No Control Twenty: He Just Might Be Able to Save the World Twenty-One: \u2018I\u2019m Going to Cut This Bloke to Pieces\u2019 Twenty-Two: Lying Like a True Adult Twenty-Three: Nobody Tells Garry Fletcher What to Do Twenty-Four: \u2018I Really Don\u2019t Want You Killing My Friends\u2019 Twenty-Five: Steve Tries to Come Up with a Plan Twenty-Six: Warring in Suburbia Twenty-Seven: Garry Fletcher Needs to Turn Over a New Leaf Twenty-Eight: It Is Now Twenty-Nine: No More Time at All Thirty: Picking Up the Basics Thirty-One: Steve Negotiates for the Continued Use of His Legs Thirty-Two: An Unexpectedly Busy Day for the Metropolitan Police Service Thirty-Three: Say Nothing Thirty-Four: Normal Bonus Material Back Ad About the Authors Books by Patrick Ness and Guy Adams Credits Copyright About the Publisher OceanofPDF.com ONE THEY SAY SHOCK DOES STRANGE THINGS Bizarrely, the first thing out of Poppy\u2019s mum\u2019s mouth when she hears the news is \u2018But she hasn\u2019t passed her test.\u2019<\/p>\n

They say shock does strange things. It\u2019s true. Poppy has been saving up for her driving lessons, working weekends and evenings to get the money together. In fact, in saving up her cash, she showed exactly the sort of single-minded determination that is in full evidence when she punctures the betting shop window with the bonnet of a stolen car.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s the only thing she does that evening that\u2019s true to character. Poppy has always been fastidious. Her friends mock her for the obsessive way she keeps her room tidy, everything in its right place. There\u2019s no sign of that tidiness as she hangs through the shattered windscreen of the car, bloodied and dusted with crystals of shattered glass, head like a stomped-on jam doughnut.<\/p>\n

Still, if the confetti of betting slips that twirl around her as she dies upsets her, she doesn\u2019t show it.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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