Like what you read? Pre-order Orphans of the Dead now. Emily awoke in Charlotte’s bed, a little groggy but otherwise not the worse for wear. Charlotte’s insistence that they drank a lot of water before going to bed had apparently seen off the worst part of the hangover they should have had. Sunlight streamed in through… Continue reading Orphans of the Dead: Chapter Four
Like what you read? Pre-order Orphans of the Dead now. The queue crept forward far too slow for Joe, now anxious to get inside as fast as he could and find the woman with the silver hair. He kept stepping out of the queue to glance towards the door, where the hubbub was over and the… Continue reading Orphans of the Dead: Chapter Three
Joe and his friends were sat on a very old bus, with frayed seat covers, graffiti on the back of the seats and a weird lingering smell that he couldn’t identify. A little after nine o’clock, the sky was only just beginning to darken, and the bus was now full. There was a buzz of noise and excitement.
Image credit: Visit Liverpool Like what you read? Pre-order Orphans of the Dead now. A man and a woman left the club, each leaning into the other with their arms around one another’s shoulders. A common scene at night in the city centre, but in this case there was something off about it. Charlotte Dáithín’s senses… Continue reading Orphans of the Dead: Chapter One
Laurent De Castelnau’s severed head sat in the centre of a cheap kitchen table, staring at the five captains gathered in front of him in accusation. In death his true face was now permanently on display. A yellow hue to his once smooth brown skin, sunken cheeks, two rows of pointed teeth and a ridged, protruding brow; the vampire face he had always been so careful to hide.