When war ends, terror begins.
A fist fight that reverberates down the years. A family devastated by war. A flight from despair.
John Andrews leaves industrial Newcastle for a remote village in post-war Cornwall. A village of reclusive inhabitants, where the birds don’t sing. A village haunted by its past that intrudes upon the present.
He falls in love, but it is overshadowed by a series of increasingly terrifying events. He encounters members of a tragic family, sees his maternal grandfather, meets his older brother; not so remarkable, perhaps, except that all are dead.
Events spiral out of control and John is forced to battle to save what remains of his family, his first love, his very sanity. Not to mention his life.
The Village of Lost Souls is hungry to claim more…
Sam Kates writes science fiction, fantasy, horror and general fiction. He lives in the UK. For more information on his books, his blog and to sign up for news, please visit his website at samkates.co.uk
Seven billion people inhabit this planet in blissful ignorance of imminent annihilation. Destruction comes, not from meteors or nuclear holocaust, but from a source no one even knows exists.
The architects of doom have long moved among us, hidden in plain sight, waiting for the signal to trigger our extinction.
A handful of survivors, traumatised and bewildered, must come to terms with the new reality. And quickly. For the Cleansing is only the beginning…
A post-viral planet. Annihilation approaches.
Tom Evans and Ceri Lewis occupy a silent new world. Little more than a million people survived the Cleansing. They are spread out, weak, compelled by a force beyond their comprehension to remain where they are. Humankind teeters on the brink, its fate in the hands of the few who can resist the power that seeks to control them. But resistance may be futile.
In the midst of deathly calm, a new threat arises, one that will finish the job started by the Cleansing. Tom and Ceri face a stark choice: gamble their lives to try to stop activation of the Beacon, or lie low and wait for the human race to be exterminated. Either way, the end seems certain…
Unnatural calm. A silent storm gathers. Extinction beckons.
Survivors from mainland Europe and North America converge on Britain. Weary, confused, all come seeking answers; many come spoiling for a fight.
What began with the Cleansing, and was hastened by the Beacon, nears fruition. Time is running out, and human numbers are too few to win the last battle alone. Unless help can be found from the unlikeliest of allies, failure is assured.