I watch my baby sister from across the lawn. She has her back to me, soft breeze lilting the tips of her yellow hair. I want to creep closer, but I cannot. A shiver is tracing the contours of my spine as I worry my raw lower lip.
She sits so beautifully still.
My breath is held. My fingers tighten around the knife in my hand, blood silently trickling from where there is too much flesh pressed to the blade. It slides down into the grass causing an almost black splatter in the warm sunlight.
Mother and father are lying in the kitchen. Their throats are cut and their eyes wide with preserved screams. My hand is not shaking.
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Didn’t I promise another excerpt of Preying On Time after I provided you with the prologue in my Whetting Your Appetites post?
Well here you go. I kept my promise – even if it has been delivered later than I planned.
1. John Doe
“So who do we think he is?”
The police officer glanced up at her and then down at his screen once more, a scowl etched into his face. He highlighted things, pressed delete and then hammered the same information in again, the old keys clacking like arthritic knuckles in the chaotic jangle of paper, chatter and phone calls. The screen refreshed and the officer’s frown deepened.
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This crossed my twitter dashboard this morning: Kobo Cull Self-Published Titles In Knee-jerk Response To Tabloid Clickbait.
Obviously I ran (or clicked… whatever…) over to WHSmith, Kobobooks US & Kobobooks UK to see if this had affected Desecrated Bonds in anyway. Sadly, it has. I’m unsure as to why, though.
Those of you that have read Desecrated Bonds will know that it is pure horror and nothing to do with any of the more disturbing topics that were highlighted as on sale.
My protagonist doesn’t have undue fantasies about her father, there’s no rape and there’s no incest. There are, however, instances of murder, bloody crime scenes and the ghostly paranormal.
And, to be honest, I can’t see why any of these would cause the book to be suddenly ‘unavailable’ on their ebook shelves.
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Following Alice Down The Rabbit Hole
Dead memories screamed, cloying the grey air. Happy Valentines he’d said. She laughed without feeling. The fairground was empty.
Her fingers ran over the decaying ponies, their merry heads loosed from their bodies. They were still laughing in silent agony where once children had patted their painted muzzles. We hadn’t been to the scene of that crime in years, but you always come back to your first.
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