Early March, and awful weather. The weather here (UK) has taken another dip with bland grey skies and a constant chill. A difficult time for SAD sufferers.
Currently, I’m working on another novel, Silent. Having trained as a classical musician, I feel equipped to write the story. A psychological thriller set on the Lancashire/Yorkshire borders, Silent focuses a group of piano students brought together for a week and a country house with a tragic history. During the course of the week, past events come to the surface, leading to a shattering conclusion for the students….
Halfway along the corridor, I stopped and glanced back, aware of an atmosphere in the basement area. There was no one there, though. The others were either in the main hall or in their bedrooms. This is stupid, I thought as I continued on – but again, I stopped and looked around.
Silence, apart from snippets of piano playing and laughter from the main hall upstairs and the adjoining bar. Leaves blowing around outside in the wind. An overcast dusk sky, promising rain.
Fresh shapes formed on the pathway outside. A gust of wind. Wisps of movement.
A large shadow positioned in between a couple of trees.
A surge of muggy heat burst in across the empty annexe, and I noticed that the fire exit door was open. Nearby, a man stood by one of the concrete fountains with his back turned, staring into the evening.
Meanwhile, my other two novels – Secrets by Lawrence Estrey and EggHead – are available from Amazon in paperback and e-book.
Check out the reviews for my debut novel Secrets.
Newspaper article on author.