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Men Without Faces
Daz was munted. Right off his tits. So much whizz ripped through his system he hadn't slept in three days—now it felt like he'd never slept, would never sleep again. Things moved in the corners of his vision that weren't there when he looked. He swayed in the queue...
The Tub
We found the tub in the wastes out back of the Kwik Fit tyre place. A dark overgrown no-man’s-land of dirt and weeds between the back gardens and spiked fences of Richmond Road, and the mountains of bare, burst or burnt-out tyres in the Kwik Fit yard…
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The Black Massive
It was a banging scene, back in the day. Before Cadman came out of the shadows, touting his weird black shit.
In Memoriam
All that is left are memories.
Like that time on the shingle beach at Aldeburgh. The ocean grey as slate, crests ruffled like white frosting. The thump of waves and rasp of small stones and, everywhere, the seashell roar like an endless breath.
The Face God Gave
They were somewhere between LAX and Sydney, way out over the Pacific Ocean, when the plane hit rough air.
The Moth Tapes
So here we are, little one. Our new home sweet home.
Our Last Meal
It used to be our favourite lookout. Our hangover lookout, Sallie called it…
The Further Shore
Renault was out beyond the littoral when the fear bloomed.
Drifting with the currents, he bobbed above the reef. The sun warmed his back, cast a spangled net of iridescent white on the ocean floor.
On The Line
The toy phone shrilled and shrilled.
Mike watched his daughter from behind the Sunday paper. He’d started on the crossword, but the sound of the phone hacked at his concentration like jagged glass.
Duplicity
Tad was lying. Again.
Old Growth
“Look, Dad,” says Mika from the back. “Look at the faces!”
audio
Ariadne, I Love You – audiobook
Huzzah! The top secret project is revealed!
I’m a great devourer of audiobooks, so loved every moment of making this. Thrilled it’s now out in the world.
If you like creepiness injected directly into your ears, then check out this audio extract.
TNBBC Reads: Ariadne, I Love You
So grateful to The Next Best Book Club blog for letting me hang out and read an extract from Ariadne, I Love You.
The Moth Tapes
So here we are, little one. Our new home sweet home.
Our Last Meal
It used to be our favourite lookout. Our hangover lookout, Sallie called it…
The Further Shore
Renault was out beyond the littoral when the fear bloomed.
Drifting with the currents, he bobbed above the reef. The sun warmed his back, cast a spangled net of iridescent white on the ocean floor.