Book Blurb
Everything
that is going to happen already has.
During a
disruption in the timeline of a sleepy Lake District village, the erratic and
strung-out artist Haruki Kensagi cannot help but feel that he’s been here
before, either in his past or in his future.
Haruki,
struggling with both his painting and his mental health, disappears.
His
long-suffering wife Jane Kensagi, herself a brilliant musician, interrupts her
career to look for him unaware that a malignant and ageless entity awaits them
both under the dark fells of the Lake District.
The
estranged couple becomes caught up in a dangerously recursive series of events
surrounding a dormant cosmic force.
They
encounter a cabal of enigmatic characters who may hinder or help in equal
measure. And over all this madness, the monstrous but charismatic Captain
presides; part faith healer, part cult-leader, all saviour.
Haruki and
Jane are taken to the limits of sanity and beyond in their attempt to escape
from the evil that has been unleashed.
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Excerpt
The boy edged nervously around the side of him, towards the exit, but then decided upon action. He put his hand behind his back, produced a butterfly knife and with a flourish he opened out the blade. Then he fell into a low knife-fighter’s crouch.
‘Aha! An artist, but is it good enough to paint with Frank?’
The boy lunged, closing the distance with deft footwork.
As the fight started, Frank began to narrate. ‘It lunges but Frank dodges aside. The blade cuts the air harmlessly where he has been. It swivels neatly on its two feet and slashes out. Frank uses his meaty forearm to block its attack. He grapples its wrist and twists painfully. It backs away but it still has its knife.’
The boy now stood two paces away panting. Frank eyed him impassively. ‘It wants to make another attempt, but it is confused.’
The boy shifted his footwork and prepared for another attack.
‘It prepares. It strikes. Its knife goes one way, but it is a trick, and its fist comes thick and fast. Frank is equal to it, he catches its fist and once more, its attack is repelled.’ Frank smiled. ‘But it will try one last time.’
The boy shouted with rage and rushed at him.
‘Frank allows it to come forward, then he spins on his feet and pushes it off course. It careers out of control, and slips. It falls to the ground, but then it comes forward once more with its knife. Only this time it is not a knife.’
Frank stood still, grinning as the boy stabbed him in his fat stomach.
True to Frank’s words, it wasn’t a knife point that pushed into his flesh, it was an inch of soft horsehair bristles.
In the boy’s hands was a delicate paint brush.
Author Bio
David J Harrison only realised that Lord of the Rings had been read out to him as a sleeping child when as a teenager he sought an explanation for its familiarity. On a more conscious level, he was brought up on a diet of classic science fiction and fantasy, most notably the stories of Robert E Howard, Lin Carter and L. Sprague de Camp. Little wonder that he chose psychology as his degree subject. He works in biotechnology, specialising in medical devices and is excited to have contributed towards several important new medicines. He lives in Cambridge with his wife and children who he stops reading to when they fall asleep.
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