Friday, 24 March 2017

Why London - Relics Blog Tour

Why London?

London is a city close to my heart. I was born and bred here, I still live here and it has this magnetic pull over me that will always draw me back wherever I go. So I always love to hear it's draw for other people and even more so I love to read about my city, so I am pleased to welcome author of Relics Tim Lebbon to the Blog to talk about why London


Quite some time ago––eighteen years, maybe even twenty––I was invited to London for the day on an exploring adventure with some new friends.


I'd been published for a few years by then, mainly in small press magazines and by small indie publishers, and I was slowly getting to know fellow writers who'd become friends. Des Lewis and I had started writing short stories together (we wrote a baker's dozen of short stories over the space of two or three years, maybe they'll even be collected one day). I'd also started conversing with Simon Clark, and we were discussing collaborating together on several TV ideas (we did, and they never went anywhere ... that's TV). And so when they invited me to explore London for a day with them, guided by a man who had a better knowledge of London than most––Mark Samuels––of course I said yes.


It was only one day, and it turned into a series of journeys from one pub to the next (culminating in a mad, slightly drunken sprint across London for me to catch my last train home, but that's another story). But each journey was through streets I'd never walked before, past buildings I'd never seen, and anywhere we went Mark told us stories about the area, who had lived where, and what he or she had been doing or writing at the time. It was an eye-opening experience, seeing London from the inside out, and I don't think we clapped eyes on any of the serious tourist attractions.


Even before then, London held a strange allure for me. A new city built upon ancient foundations. A place where what is visible aboveground is dwarfed by the subterranean structures that exist way down out of sight––Tube tunnels, stations, and abandoned service routes; sewers; air-raid shelters and nuclear bunkers; forgotten basements; underground rivers. There's so much about the city that people don't know about, and no one person can possibly know everything.


When I wrote Relics, the decision to set it in London was subconscious. I didn't even have to think about where this story of mythological creatures and their valuable relics should be set. London was a natural, and on a couple of occasions when it was suggested that the story could be set elsewhere, the whole concept almost fell apart.


I love world-building, and Relics has as much as in-depth world building as any of the alternate-world fantasy novels I've written (I talk more about this in another blog post on this tour). For Relics London was the perfect setting, and I honestly don't think the story would work anywhere near as well if it was set elsewhere. There's a sense of space, grandness and scope to the city that any reader will be familiar with. The idea of shady deals in dark alleys, crime lords owning certain areas, and gangs carving out their own turf. The city itself is one of the main characters in the novel, and as with any good character it has its dark sides as well as its light, and intentions hidden away as well as overt. London is a dangerous, wonderful place, and probably as capable of dark miracles as any familiar location can be.


In Relics I dig deep looking for those miracles. What I find might surprise you.

Relics is out NOW...grab your copy and don't forget to check out the other stops on the tour below: 


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Thursday, 16 February 2017

BLOG TOUR + GIVEAWAY | Grimm Woods by D. MELHOFF


GRIMM WOODS 
by: D. Melhoff



Book Description:

A remote summer camp becomes a lurid crime scene when the bodies of two teenagers are found in a bloody, real-life rendering of a classic Grimm's fairy tale. Trapped in the wilderness, the remaining counselors must follow a trail of dark children's fables in order to outwit a psychopath and save the dwindling survivors before falling prey to their own gruesome endings.

Drawing on the grisly, uncensored details of history’s most famous fairy tales, Grimm Woods is a heart-pounding thriller about a deranged killer who uses traditional children’s stories as tropes in elaborate murders. Set against the backdrop of modern-day Michigan, it’s a journey through the mind of a dangerous zealot and a shocking glimpse into the bedtime stories you thought you knew.


Review:
*this book was sent to me in exchange for an honest review. 

4/5 stars

I am a huge lover of the horror genre, so when I read the synopsis of the book, I knew this would be one epic read!


Even though I am not familiar with the original Grimm Fairytale, I was still able to grasp myself to the story, and enjoy it all the way through.

Throughout the entire book you're drawn into this gruesome world filled with true horror, mystery, and one heck of a thrill ride! The writing is fantastic, and very detailed. I was able to visualize all the scenes in this book, which made it all too real and creepy. Especially the murder scenes, oh my, were they gorey and messy!
I was constantly on the hedge of my seat anticipating what was going to happen next. With every chapter leaving you wanting more nd more!

I enjoyed all the characters in this story, even though Scott was not very likable at times. They all developed perfectly. You were on this mystery adventure with them, just trying to find out who the killer is.

This book had the feel of Friday the 13th movie franchise, mixed with Freeforms series, Dead of Summer. I love both of them, so that's a huge compliment in my eyes.

Towards the end of the book, I still had no idea who was the murderer! Every time I thought I knew, I was hit with another crazy plot twist!

Overall, I could not recommended this book enough! If you love horror, you will throughly enjoy and appreciate this story. It honestly needs to come on the big screen, that would be epic!!!



Buy the Book:  Amazon


Author's Bio:

D. Melhoff was born in a prairie ghost town that few people have heard of and even fewer have visited. While most of his stories are for adults, he also enjoys terrifying younger audiences from time to time, as seen in his series of twisted picture books for children. He credits King, Poe, Hitchcock, Harris, Stoker, and his second grade school teacher, Mrs. Lake, for turning him to horror. For more information, visit www.dmelhoff.com.

Connect with the author:  Book Website  ~  Twitter ~  Facebook






Giveaway:​

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Thursday, 9 February 2017

Wintersong Extract

Oh me oh my...there are some films in life that stick with you. For me Labyrinth was one of those films. The power of the voodoo some might say! So when I made aware of Wintersong I knew I had to read here. And so you find yourself here on today's stop of the blog tour and with a juicy little treat for you ( no goblin magic I promise)..an extract! Read on...

I could say the stranger was beautiful, but to describe him thus was to call Mozart “just a musician.” His beauty was that of an ice storm, lovely and deadly. He was not handsome, not the way Hans was handsome; the stranger’s features were too long, too pointed, too alien. There was a prettiness about him that was almost girly, and an ugliness about him that was just as compelling. I understood then what Constanze had meant when those doomed young ladies longed to hold on to him the way they yearned to grasp candle flame or mist. His beauty hurt, but it was the pain that made it beautiful. Yet it was not his strange and cruel beauty that moved me, it was the fact that I knew that face, that hair, that look. He was as familiar to me as the sound of my own music.


This was the Goblin King.


I came upon that realization with no more surprise than if I had come across the local baker. The Goblin King had always been my neighbor, a fixture in my life, as sure as the church steeple and the cloth merchant and the poverty that dogged my family’s heels. I had grown up with him outside my window, just as I had grown up with Hans and the milkmaid and the purse-lipped ladies of the village square. Of course I recognized him. Had I not seen his face every night in my dreams, in my childish fancies? Yet . . . hadn’t it all been just that—pretend?

This was the Goblin King. That was my sister in his arms. This was my sister tilting her head back to greet his lips. That was the Goblin King bending down to receive her kisses like sacred offerings made at the altar of his worship. This was the Goblin King running long, slender fingers down the line of my sister’s neck, her shoulder, her back. That was my sister laughing, her bright, musical bell of a laugh, and this was the Goblin King smiling in return, but looking at me, always looking. I was entranced; my sister was enchanted.


Enchanted. The word was a dash of cold water, and my senses returned with a jolt. This was the Goblin King. The abductor of maidens, the punisher of misdeeds, the Lord of Mischief and the Underground. But was he also not the friend of my childhood, the confidante of my youth? I hesitated, torn by conflicting desires.


I shook my head. I had to rescue my sister. I had to break the spell.

“Käthe!” I screamed. The woods resounded, and a raucous cacophony of startled crows took up my cry. Ka-kaw! Ka-kaw! Ka-Käthe!


This time the Goblin King took note. He raised his head and we locked gazes over my sister’s stupefied form. His pale hair surrounded his thin face like a halo, like a thistle cloud, like a wolf’s shaggy mane, silver and gold and colorless all at once. I could not tell what color his eyes were from where I stood, but they were likewise pale, and icy. The Goblin King tilted his head in a duelist’s nod and gave me a small smile, the tips of his teeth sharp and pointed. I clenched my fists. I knew that smile. I recognized it, and understood it as a challenge.


Come rescue her, my dear, the smile said. Come and rescue her . . . if you can.




Ooooooh don't you just get all the feels! Check out the rest of the stops on the tour and watch this space for our review:


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