Sunday, October 31, 2021

Blackhaven by Kyle N. Scott - Book Tour

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𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟯𝟭𝘀𝘁.𝟭𝟵𝟴𝟰.

 It's the era of drive-ins, arcade-halls,and the video nasty.

 Three-hundred years ago the town's founders, desperate to protect their families and their lands from the hardships and horrors of the old world, struck a bargain with something beyond their understanding.

 Now, while the residents celebrate All Hallow's Eve with slasher screenings, trick or treating, and fire-lit woodland parties, the dark and terrible power that the town's forefathers once called upon has returned. It's come to claim what's owed.

 𝙇𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙨𝘽𝙤𝙡𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙨.

 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙙.


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“Yeah, exactly! Like gas or something. Look! The light’s coming from inside it...” He moved closer to the orange-glowing fissure. Close enough that the light coloured his skin, flickered in his eyes.

Kelly let him go, keeping her distance.

Dan saw adventure here.

Kelly sensed danger.

She remained just outside the radiance of the light that poured from the crack, far enough out that she could run into forest and be swallowed by its shadows in seconds, should anything happen.

Dan moved closer.

He took small, careful steps until he was stood at the precipice of the mysterious crack. Kelly watched, in awe of his stupidity, as he leaned his upper body forward as one would when looking over a sheer cliff. He was little more than a silhouette now – just a big, dumb, fearless silhouette stood by the edge of a danger he was too boneheaded to anticipate.

Dan suddenly gasped. It sounded like thunder out there in the silent night. Kelly’s heart thud so hard she feared it may burst from her chest. Eyes darting instinctually around the chasm, searching the area its light made visible. Something caught her eye. “What the fuck is that?”

“Huh?” Dan muttered, not listening at all.

 There was something on the far side of the glade, a table-like structure of some kind just visible within the glow. It was just above waist height and made of stone. To Kelly, it looked much like an old stone tomb of the sort she’d visited while on holiday in Largs, Scotland. One of those Pre-Christian burial sites that drew in the tourists like flies around shit. This, though, this felt different. There were markings along its ‘legs’ and curling around all sides of its length. She had no idea what they were, but something in their twisted, barbed shapes… she’d seen markings like these before, but where?

An image glanced across her mind, that of a stern, downcast Anchor-man, an image over his shoulder, bold, bloody letters screaming ‘Satan in the Suburbs’, a report about the dangers of that dumb game her kid brother played, Dungeons & Dragons, and—

It hit her.

That's a fucking altar!

She had just enough time to formulate the thought, but before she could speak, she heard a branch crack behind her.

Her eyes widening, she looked at Dan.

Dan was still staring into the pit, lost in his own revery.

She tried to find her voice and found that stark terror had claimed it, stolen it from her just as all the strength seemed stolen from her body.

Another sharp crack, out there in the darkness.

This one right behind her.


Author Kyle M. Scott originally hails from Bellshill, Scotland. He now lives in the coastal town of Largs with his long-suffering partner, their young son, and a cat that he's convinced is plotting his demise. His novels and collections, including Dark Island, A Better Life, and The Club, have been roundly acclaimed by readers and critics alike, delighting fans of authentic, full-blooded horror with real bite.

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