Quintillus Returns - In A Brand New Edition!

 

1913. Storm clouds gather over Europe – and in a basement in Vienna, an unquiet spirit stirs…

Adeline always dreamed of visiting the Austrian capital, so the chance to work there seems like a dream come true. But, from the moment she sets foot in the elegant mansion that belonged to the late archeologist Dr. Emeryk Quintillus, she senses a presence—one so menacing and evil, she fears for her sanity and her life.

Strange noises from behind the walls, shadowy figures that cannot be there, hieroglyphics that appear on the wall, and an enigmatic portrait of a long dead Egyptian queen. Quintillus had made the discovery of the century—so why did he hide it?

Ancient enemies are at war in this mysterious house, and Adeline’s fate is inextricably woven to theirs.

Of all the nasty characters I have created over the years, one stands out for me. Dr. Emeryk Quintillus's obsession with Cleopatra, his total, single-minded determination to bring her back to life, and to possess her for all eternity - combined with his total lack of humanity - make him the villain who keeps on giving to me as his creator.

He will stop at nothing to get what he wants. Even death cannot thwart him.

Now, for a writer, when a book goes out of print, that's a kind of death. And when that fate befalls a trilogy...  You see, Wrath of the Ancients started out its publishing life as Book One of the Nemesis of the Gods trilogy and was soon followed by Waking the Ancients and Damned by the Ancients which completed the set.

Fast-forward a few years and the trilogy was united in one large volume, entitled Nemesis of the Gods. When this also went out of print, Quintillus wasn't having any of it. Hell hath no fury like a demon archaeologist scorned.

Now he has risen again. The trilogy is being re-released in the original three volumes with stunning new cover art, all courtesy of lovely publishers, Crossroad Press (in their Macabre Ink imprint).

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Who Would Be...The Second Wife

 

Emily Marchant died on Valentine’s Day. If only she’d stayed dead…

When Chrissie Marchant first sets eyes on Barton Grove, she feels as if the house doesn’t want her. But it’s her new husband’s home, so now it’s her home as well. Sumptuous and exquisitely appointed, the house is filled with treasures that had belonged to Joe’s first wife, the perfect Emily, whom the villagers still consider the real mistress of Barton Grove.

A stunning photograph of the first Mrs. Marchant hangs in the living room, an unblemished rose in her hand. There’s something unnerving and impossibly alive about that portrait, but it’s not the only piece of Emily still in the house. And as Chrissie’s marriage unravels around her, she learns that Emily never intended for Joe to take a second wife…

In print for the first time!

'Highly recommended for fans of gothic horror, ghost stories, or anyone looking for a chilling read.' - Little Miss Zombie

'The Second Wife is a story of both the persistence of the Supernatural and of psychological horror, so finely tuned that the approach of the horrendous is gradual but implacable. I'm so glad I read this in the daylight; although I expect to have nightmares tonight. I literally have chills.' - The Haunted Reading Room

'Wonderfully creepy and intriguing. I think the moral of this story is... don't be the second wife. Bad things will happen to you.'- Reading the Paranormal

'This story is a fantastic choice for anyone who prefers to allow their imagination to inflate certain horrors instead of asking the author to spell everything out in bright red letters.' - Long and Short Reviews

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Now You Can See, Hear and Hold...The Devil Inside Her

When dreams become nightmares, someone will die

Haunted by the death of her husband and only child, Elinor Gentry’s recurring nightmares have left her exhausted. She’s crippled by debt, and only the remnants of her former life surround her, things she can’t bear to sell, and wouldn’t make much profit from if she did. Then, for no apparent reason, the nightmares transform into pleasant dreams. Dreams that lead her to take back control of her life.

A string of horrific and unexplained suicides–and an unnerving discovery about Elinor herself—lead her best friend to seek help from the one person who has seen all this before, and things begin to spiral out of control. Hazel Messinger knows that Elinor’s newly found well-being is not what it seems, and Hazel’s not about to let the demon inside remain there permanently.

'A great - and very different take - on a demon possession story.'  -  Cat After Dark

'With lovely, dark imagery and a terribly twisted way of killing innocent people, Marnie and Elinor's story skates between true friendship and horror. Creepy, just the way I like it.' - Reading the Paranormal

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Miss Abigail's Room - First Time in Print!

It wasn’t so much the blood on the floor that Becky minded. It was the way it kept coming back…

As the lowest-ranking parlour maid at Stonefleet Hall, Becky gets all the dirtiest jobs. But the one she hates the most is cleaning Miss Abigail’s room. There’s a strange, empty smell to the place, and a feeling that nothing right or Christian resides there in the mistress’s absence. And then there’s the blood; the spot that comes back no matter often Becky scrubs it clean. Becky wishes she had somewhere else to go, but without means or a good recommendation from her household, there is nothing for her outside the only home she’s known for eighteen years. So when a sickening doll made of wax and feathers turns up, Becky’s dreams of freedom and green grass become even more distant. Until the staff members start to die.

A darning needle through the heart of the gruesome doll puts everyone at Stonefleet Hall at odds. The head parlour maid seems like someone else, the butler pretends nothing’s amiss, and everyone thinks Becky’s losing her mind. But when the shambling old lord of the manor looks at her, why does he scream as though he’s seen the hounds of hell?

Stonefleet Hall hides many secrets...

But the worst of them reside in Miss Abigail's Room.

"Catherine Cavendish has consistently given me a case of the creepy crawlies with her books and this story is no different. It starts with the blood on the floor and it just gets worse and worse for poor Becky until you don't know who she should trust or who she should be running from... Paranormal horror. There's nothing more terrifying" - Reading the Paranormal

 "This is one of those books that, once begun, you want to stay in until the final page"- Horror After Dark

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Some Dinner Invitations Are Best Ignored...

'This was one of those stories that snuck up on me. It was nicely dark, moved quickly and kept me guessing as to what was going to happen right up to the end.' - Reading the Paranormal

For no apparent reason, Nadine, Maggie, Gary, and Nick are invited to dinner at the lavish home of top fashion writer, Erin Dartford. But why has she invited them? Why doesn't she want her guests to mingle? And just what is it about the mysterious Erin that makes them want to run for their lives?

Little do they know that as they prepare to eat their first course, an evil as old as mankind is about to be unleashed. And revenge really is a dish best served cold…

I am delighted to announce that Crossroad Press has just published the paperback version of my first novella. Thirteen years on from its first release, Cold Revenge was only available in ebook versions but now, for the first time, it's in print!

Don't get me wrong, I love my Kindle. It's great for vacations. But, let's face it, there's nothing like the sight, feel and smell of a real book.

Cold Revenge was borne of a chance conversation about...well...revenge (in concept, rather than practice, I hasten to add). 'Revenge is a dish best served cold' said author Eugene Sue in Memoirs of Matilda first published in 1846 (although he may not have been the first). In my story, you can make your own minds up as to who deserves vengeance (if anyone).

Erin Dartford has already determined her choices...

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(Text) Messages from Hell and Other Bad Infuencers

You all remember Annabelle, right? That scary, murderous doll eventually caught, trapped and locked away for posterity by demon-hunting duo Ed and Lorraine Warren. (Or was she?). There are numerous other accounts of the devil and his cohorts inhabiting inanimate objects and bringing them to life in all sorts of evil ways, but this is the 21st century and it would appear the devil is also a dab hand at using our everyday technology for his own dastardly ends. Nothing is safe or immune from his attention. Not even the humble text message. We've seen fictional examples in horror movies of recent years but it couldn't happen in real life, could it?

Well... Take this strange case in Poland:

In 2014, priest Marian Rajchel carried out an exorcism on a teenage girl. It failed. Instead of leaving her soul, he somehow managed to drive the demon into the girl’s mobile phone whereupon he started to receive threatening text messages from it.

He replied and received the response, “Shut up, Preacher. You cannot save yourself. Idiot. You pathetic old preacher.” Even more sinister, one message said, “She will not come out of hell. She’s mine. Anyone who prays for her will die.”

Father Rajchel was convinced the author of the text messages was the same demon that possessed the girl’s soul and, furthermore, asserted that this was no isolated incident. He believed many such cases like this were going undetected because people didn’t realise they were being used in this way.

He went on record saying that the young girl was in need of further help to rid her of the evil inhabiting her. Sadly, the priest died in 2021.

But Father Rajchel is not alone in his belief that the devil is working through technology. Back in 2000, in Savannah, Georgia, Reverend Jim Peasboro wrote a book entitled, The Devil in the Machine; Is Your Computer Possessed by a Demon? This now appears to be out of print but in an article published in The Journal Record, it would seem that, in his view, any computer built after 1985 has the memory capacity to house a demon. He believed then, ‘one in ten computers in America now houses some type of evil spirit.” Now, if he is correct, that number must be close to one hundred percent worldwide. Pretty scary stuff - if true. However, he quotes as evidence for this, many instances of formerly happily married men unable to stop themselves from visiting pornographic websites and of women drawn into internet chat rooms where they behaved totally out of character, using foul language and debasing themselves in a way that would hitherto have been abhorrent to them. One such woman wept as she told of feeling that whenever she was using her computer, someone else was controlling her actions. Convenient excuse perhaps?

 

When challenged that this is simply the result of the easy availability of so much unsavoury – and worse – material on the internet, Reverend Peasboro insisted that he knew for certain demons were at work – because he had come face to face with them.

He told a story of inspecting a computer believed to be possessed by an evil spirit when it began openly ‘talking’ to him. It typed out, “Preacher, you are a weakling and your God is a damn liar.” It then started to go berserk and printed out what looked like nonsense. He then consulted an expert in dead languages who studied it and reported back that the text contained a stream of obscenities written in a 2,800 year old Mesopotamian dialect.

Of course more recently, we are being warned to be wary of our smart household appliances. They are spying on us, apparently. That air fryer sitting so innocently in a corner of your kitchen awaiting its next batch of fried chicken is actually quietly amassing (and passing on) data on your eating habits and maybe much more.

Do you ever find yourself thinking you just fancy a glass of refreshing, chilled white wine only to boot up your laptop and up pops an ad with some special offer on a case of Chardonnay? Is this the devil at work? More likely Alexa has been eavesdropping on you or that pesky air fryer again, or maybe, just maybe, you inadvertently visited some supermarket website recently and lingered a little in the drinks 'aisle'. None of these? Well, did you discuss your desires with anyone - and was the air dryer or maybe the washing machine 'listening'? Of course, if it's only shopping ideas, you probably haven't much to worry about...but if something more sinister manifests on your screen, start with an IT technician. If that doesn't work, find out the number of your local exorcist. 

Are we looking at demons possessing our technology? You decide.

Meanwhile...

‘Fear her now, fear the queen,

As in her stone she reigns supreme'

When Jonathan agrees to accompany his girlfriend, Nadia, on a trip to Landane, he imagines a short relaxing break in the countryside. But he quickly discovers that Nadia isn’t just drawn to the ancient Neolithic stone circle, she is obsessed by the megaliths. One in particular holds a fascination for her. Within hours, her personality begins to change, and it isn’t long before Jonathan starts to fear for her sanity.

Reaching far back into the past and up to the present day, those same stones have demonstrated powers beyond reason and, as Jonathan’s girlfriend becomes increasingly distant from reality, some of the ghosts of the past begin to reappear.

Now it isn’t only Nadia who is in danger.

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It Was a Dark and Stormy (January) Evening...

 ...and, to make matters worse, Liverpool FC were playing at home in the European Cup!

(James Lefebure and me)

But despite all the odds against it, we had a fantastic evening at my book launch at Waterstones, Liverpool on the 21st January.

My intrepid friend, James Lefebure (author of The Books of Sarah) was in the chair and kept me mostly in order, except when the subject turned to the first scary stories I had ever read as a child. Here is where I normally wax lyrical about the multiple merits of The Monkey's Paw by W.W. Jacobs (which, if you haven't read, please do so, it's out of copyright and free on the internet and is all round brilliant). I said, as always, that I first read this at the age of around eight or nine at school. Kept me awake I can tell you, and put me off taxidermy for life.

But I veered off from that into an apparently innocuous and charming book we also read that year at school - Finn Family Moomintroll by Finland's Tove Jansson. You may have seen one of the animated versions of The Moomins and be familiar with Moomintroll, his Mamma and Pappa, his girlfriend the Snork Maiden, best friend Snufkin... So far, so charmingly sweet. But, as Moomin readers will know, there is a darker side of Moominvalley and its environs. There's a creature called the Groke, who is solitary, looks scary and turns up at night. She sits, unmoving, and when she goes away again the ground on which she has been sitting is...frozen. AARGH! Moomintroll is scared of her - and so was eight-year-old me. This was a dive-under-the-blanket moment for sure.

And then we got to the Hattifatteners. These creatures were affected by thunderstorms and became electrified. They could give you a nasty shock. More AAAAARGHS! But, how do you describe a Hattifattener to the uninitiated? I asked my hairdresser, Karl, who is from Shetland and, like me, a true Moomin aficionado. He said they had always reminded him somewhat of wavy condoms. Well, this reinforced my own feeling that, if you look at the illustrations the author did of them, they resemble penises...with jazz hands and staring eyes. 

Did I say this? In public? At Waterstones in Liverpool at around 7.00 pm?

(Can you spot the Hattifatteners and the Groke?)

Of course I did!

The audience laughed.

I wasn't banned from Waterstones.

And now you simply have to read Tove Jansson, don't you? 

Huge thanks to all who came, braved the elements and potential football crowds, and even bought books. Massive appreciation and thanks to James Lefebure, and to Phil Larner and Waterstones, Liverpool for making it all possible. Thank you to my lovely publisher, Flame Tree Press for the super prizes and for being who you are.

Congratulations to Simon and Cate Bestwick who won the gorgeous prizes provided by Flame Tree Press (in association with The Henge Shop in Avebury)

Oh, and in case you were wondering, Liverpool beat Lille 2-1. Result all round I'd say!

So, what were we launching?

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The Stones of Landane Are Here - Come and Meet Them (And Me)

 

After months of waiting, it's finally here. The Stones of Landane is now out in the world!

My official launch takes place on TUESDAY, JANUARY 21st at 6.30p.m. to be precise, and the lovely people at Waterstones, Liverpool One, are making it all happen.

In the chair, asking questions and keeping me from wandering off down all sorts of meandering roads, will be my friend and fellow author, JAMES LEFEBURE. What is he going to ask me? You would have to ask him that, or better still, come along and see for yourself but here's a little sneak preview into what I intend to wangle into our conversation (by fair means or not so fair):

* The long and winding road that led to The Stones of Landane

*  'It was the mice what done for it' (thereby hangs a tale. Or tail?)

* Of ley lines, stone circles and Aubrey Burl

* The magic and mystery of Avebury

Obviously, there will be more. Some of it may even be true. One thing is certain, if you can make it to Waterstones for the book launch, you will be eligible to win a bundle of beautiful prizes provided by Flame Tree Press in conjunction with a shop I always visit (and never come out of empty-handed) whenever I visit Avebury, namely - The Henge Shop

As I write this, the silver moonstone pendant (which is utterly gorgeous, by the way) is sold out on their website so this is your only chance to get your hands on one and, believe me, you'll want to. It's beautiful.

You'll also see a bag of mixed stone runes which the  Henge Shop describes as: Made using mixed tumble stones. These can vary from a mixture of Tiger Eye, Obsidian, Blue Agate, Amethyst, Rose Quartz and more....

This set consists of 25 crystal runes in a beautifully made satin-lined velvet bag. The runic symbols are engraved into the crystal and there is one left blank. The engraving is then inlaid with gold paint.

From Flame Tree Publishing comes the Tree of Life Notebook. Every writer needs to carry one of these around because you truly never know when an idea is going to strike you and unless you write it down then and there, trust me, you won't remember it. 

Ideas frequently come thick and fast when you're reading, and the Folk Horror Short Stories Collection from Flame Tree Press will keep you chilled, thrilled, inspired and entertained with tales from: Linda D. Addison, V. Castro, John Connolly, Helen Grant, Kathryn Healy, H.R. Laurence, Alison Littlewood, Lee Murray, Adam L.G. Nevill, Cavan Scott, Christina Sng, Benjamin Spada, Stephen Volk, Jen Williams, Katie Young and B. Zelkovich.

I hope you can make it to the inspiring city of Liverpool and my book launch on the 21st. Meanwhile, here's a little taster from the beginning of The Stones of Landane:

Nadia 

 The (Almost) Present

'It seemed I had always known them, those magnificent sarsens towering above my head. I nearly convinced myself that I had been created by them. That somehow, incredible and impossible as it might seem, they had given birth to me. How stupidly fanciful is that? Yet now, as I drive closer, I feel that old rush of excitement flowing through my veins as it has since…well, forever.

It’s a feeling, a real sense of coming home. And I know that sounds crazy. Here we are in the south of England, yet I have lived all my life in the north, two hundred and fifty miles away. But much as I love the Pennines and their rugged beauty, I never felt I truly belonged there. Recently, I have come to realize that, only when I am in Landane, surrounded by those ancient stones, do I feel grounded, at home, where I belong. Even if it isn’t always easy.

Safe? Is that the right word? Maybe not safe exactly but…protected, shielded from something I don’t understand. Something I have never understood. It exists on the edge of my sight. I can’t quite see it, but it’s there. Like a fleeting shadow. When it happens, it’s for a split second only. So fleeting that I am left unsure of whether it even happened. And it can occur at any time, without warning. Like that day at work…. I don’t have a fancy job. I work as a sales assistant in a branch of a chain of high street pharmacies. One day, I was advising a customer on which type of moisturizer might suit her best when, out of the corner of my eye, it…whatever it was…flashed by. I let out a little cry. I didn’t mean to. It just happened and it scared the wits out of the poor woman. Next thing, she summoned the manager. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Nadia,” he said, so I suppose I must have. And he wasn’t far off the truth anyway...

We have just whizzed past a road sign. Landane’s only five miles away. Beside me, my partner, Jonathan, has fallen asleep…

Four miles now. My nerve endings are tingling. It’s as if the stones are calling to me. They always have. It’s been two years but I always knew I would return. They knew too. I only wish it wasn’t under such sad circumstances but…well, I’m here now and this time feels different, as if something important is going to happen. No, important isn’t a strong enough word. Life-changing. Monumental….

Jonathan stirs. He opens his eyes, yawns and stretches. “This looks familiar,” he says. I wish he could sound more enthusiastic. Both sides of the road are bordered by fertile hedges, resplendent in their bright green spring foliage. It’s late April and the sun is shining.

It’s late April and I’m coming home.'

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