RELEASED: The Blocko Tower: A Dark Fantasy Horror.
My latest novel is now available on Amazon and all eBook stores.
My latest novel The Blocko Tower is now available on Amazon and other e-book stores, with the paperback to follow soon.
To get the Amazon Kindle version click here for the UK store, and click here for the US store.
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I’m very happy with this book, I wanted to explore a whole range of ideas through dark fantasy horror - the collective editing of history, the often unintentionally sinister world of childhood toys, the importance of architecture for dreams and nightmares. I personally think it’s the best thing of written so far, but I’d love to hear what you think. If you do get a copy and read the book, please let me know, and I’d love it if you left a review.
The seriously terrifying toys above were part of the childhood landscape of the 1960s and 70s, and they all appear in the nightmare world Sally Aston must enter to discover the truth about her friend’s disappearance all those years ago…
Here’s an extract:
And then Sally spotted something else in the shadows beyond the Claw Crane. She must have missed it before, distracted by the light from the back rooms. A sphere rested in the corner. It was about the same size as a Mini, tilted slightly on one side, with a hatch on top. On its surface bleached figures in faded space suits fought tentacled aliens, like an old cartoon straining to be seen on a misfiring television set. Two words ran round the middle.
Mystery Planet.
Heart pounding, she reached up and tried the hatch. It creaked open and fell back against the sphere with an almighty clang.
He stood on the top with the sun behind him and the children climbed in one by one. Eva held me back, told me not to go.
The pitch black hole rested at an angle, like the pupil of gouged-out eye. Sally did a quick recce around the base of the Mystery Planet but couldn't see a plug or a switch. Still wanting to understand what was inside after all these years, she pulled a stool out of the tangle in the backroom, set it beside the sphere, and clambered up for a better look. The opening smelled of metal and dust. There was an odd taste in her mouth, as if she'd licked a battery. She could make out shapes in there, angles and panels. Maybe it was supposed to be the interior of a spaceship. You sat in a chair and watched a cartoon that fooled you into thinking you were journeying through outer space. It wouldn't be anything fancy, especially if this was a hangover from the 1960s. Probably not even a movie, just a couple of shampoo bottles sprayed silver dangling on wires, a table tennis ball lit with a red bulb pretending to be Mars.
Sally found herself sitting inside, wrapped up in a warm fist made of shadows. How had that happened? Had she overbalanced and fallen, or climbed in of her own accord? She felt dizzy and the hissing in her ears was louder. No point in staying in this weird pit if it didn't have any power. She tried to heave herself back up. At that moment the hatch above closed with a dead thump and she was lost in total darkness.
