The half-torn page
Ilsa Wlich, a striking, mysterious woman of indeterminate age and steeped in lore, ancient and new, arrives one fateful evening in beautiful, but remote and insular Reimersberg at the end of the Adventurer’s Road. The town, deep in the mountains and wolf-inhabited forests in the Valley of the Witches, is seldom reached by outsiders and not particularly welcoming to them. Proud of their traditions, the people frown upon change and those who bring it.
Ilsa saves the life of a sick boy, Karl, but is suspicious of the cause of his sickness; a fact she keeps from the townsfolk for fear of causing panic. She earns the boy’s undying love, but also the enmity of some Town Elders, in particular the incompetent doctor and the mayor, Meister. Both feel as threatened by Ilsa as she feels wary of them.
Weary in mind and body from years of travelling, and still charmed by the town, Ilsa asks to settle in Reimersberg. Her presence there awakens a long-hidden darkness. She finds herself, together with Karl, treading paths far more mysterious, bloody and perilous than anything the Adventurer’s Road could conjure if they are to survive.
When a stranger attends an evening event in a small town’s art café, his silence and brooding presence unsettle everyone, but three old school-friends in particular. Something stirs from the sludge of their memories. The consequences of a cruel practical joke played thirty years before come back to haunt them, with a disturbing, potentially fatal outcome.
This Changed EverytHing
IN THE LAPTOPS OF THE GODS
While experimenting with the possibilities of creating a thought-driven computer, a huge IT company accidentally creates three mutants devoid of all five senses but capable of extraordinary feats of programming that give the company a virtual global monopoly in the market. These insensate, empty beings provide the perfect vessels for certain ancient gods to store their waning, corrupt and dilletantish powers. As the influence of these ‘gods’ grows they become bored with the business oligarchy they have created and seek a victim to punish in a manner appropriate to their mythological status. The man chosen is, however, the keeper of a secret that could bring their empire crumbling down.
A CONVERSATION WITH CAIN
When the woman he loves dies, Troy is terrified of the void; the nothingness that follows death. The intensity of his cry of pain draws to him the lost figure of Cain, ageless and alone. Together they embark on a perilous journey, both of them haunted – one by the desire to live forever, the other by his terrible past, which has trailed him through the wonders and horrors of eternity, and seems to be catching up. Both men are in danger and each holds the key to protect the other from revenge so ancient, it is no longer even cold.
The armistice killer
The bizarre and brutal murder of a military hero – retired RSM Tom Wright – sets in motion another complex investigation headed by the troubled Inspector Logan, still haunted by the events of a previous case (see my novel This Changed Everything).
The detective’s prosopagnosia – facial recognition blindness – is almost the least of his problems as his overlapping inner demons and desires threaten his professional competence.
But it’s not only faces that confuse Logan as he struggles to read the minds and motives of a compelling, dysfunctional cast of characters, where nobody is quite what they seem, including the murdered soldier himself. Yet Logan’s flashes of intuitive genius likewise constantly unsettle those who would remain faceless.
The Armistice Killer’s parade of clues, red herrings, lies and deceits will keep the reader guessing to the last page.
The prying game
With her marriage and career seemingly stagnating, Paula Godwin is on the lookout for anything which might point her life in another, more exciting direction. A phone number on a discarded piece of paper provides a random opportunity to make a change. When she calls it on impulse, she is indeed hurled off course, into the sensual world of an anonymous lover – a dark place where what doesn’t kill you can still destroy those around you.