#Book #Extract ‘The Plague Stones’ by James Brogden

Today, I have the pleasure of providing you, the reading public, with an extract from the newest novel by James Brogden,‘The Plague Stones’

One of the UK’s most foremost folk horror writers, James has also written the terrifyingly wonderful,‘The Hollow Tree’ and ‘Hekla’s Children’. which are thoroughly THOROUGHLY recommended (buy them, buy them NOW!)

All 3 are published by Titan Books and available wherever good books are sold!

Follow James and Titan on Twitter at @skippybe and @TitanBooks !

Here is the extract which will have you rushing to your local bookshop, money clenched tightly in your sweaty palm, to add this to your #tbr mountain!

”Peter knew this doorway shouldn’t be here. He’d been working on the site for almost six weeks and the floorplan variations of these units were as familiar to him as walking around his own home in the dark – and this doorway absolutely should not be here. Unless somehow he’d become turned around. Or the owners had ordered some customisations which would never see the light of day because nobody in their right mind would work on this unit.

This house is stillborn, he thought. Dead before it ever lived.

Still, this was the direction in which he’d heard the murmuring voices so this was the direction he had come.

‘Trish?’ he called. The concrete soaked up his voice – tasted and swallowed it without echo.

Whatever this chamber’s intended function, it was large, most likely the living room. Sheets of shredded plastic hung down from the ceiling joists, making it hard to be sure, but it looked like there was a group of people standing in a little cluster at the far end.

‘Reverend Dobson?’

Then Trish’s voice, screaming, ‘Peter!’

Coming from behind him.

He spun around as she lunged out from another doorway opposite and fell into his arms, gasping and sobbing. Behind her hurried the reverend and the rest of the group, asking if she was okay, what was the matter, was she all right?

‘I’m sorry,’ she gasped. ‘I just, I think I had. Anxiety attack. Just, oh God, can we please just leave?’

‘Peter,’ said Reverend Dobson, ‘maybe you should take Trish outside for some fresh air.’

He nodded. ‘Maybe we should all leave. This place is wrong.’ Who had those other people been? Had they been real? Shadows cast by the plastic sheeting? Was he simply going crazy?

The reverend shook her head. ‘We knew there would be resistance. This only proves how right we were to come here in the first place. We must be strong in our faith and our trust in each other.’

‘Great. You do that. But I’m telling you, this was a mistake.’

Then Nash started in. ‘Peter—’

‘Where’s Donna?’ asked Pankowicz, looking around.

‘Didn’t she come out with the rest of you?’ replied Trish.

Dobson turned back to the small room that they’d just left. ‘Donna!’ she called.

In response came the sound of a girl’s voice, singing. It was accompanied by harsh, rhythmic scratching sounds, as if two bricks were being grated together repeatedly. The reverend entered the room first, her cross held high, the others close behind.”

Gives you shivers, don’t it?

Now go and hunt down a copy!!