I look up to see Emily’s face filling the sky.
“What are they doing?” she asks, the flawless skin of her forehead wrinkling into a frown.
I lift her down from my shoulders and onto the black soil at the reservoir’s edge. The clothes of the people grouped nearby are of a similar shade. Their heads are bowed and faces sombre as an extremely old lady tosses a handful of white petals out onto the inky water.
“"Chris Simms knows how to build tension in the space of a few short pages like no other. Read him at your heart rate's peril!"”Maxim Jakubowski, Editor, Best British Crime short story anthologies
Sing Me To SleepLaura and Owen buy a secluded cottage. Old mines riddle the hills surrounding their new home and, soon after moving in, Laura starts to hear faint snatches of birdsong.
For their honeymoon Sarah and Andy have booked into a pretty farmhouse. But the property has a sinister history.
Dead GorgeousBeautiful and ambitious, Mandy Cost is determined to achieve one thing: fame. The measures she takes soon get her the attention she craves – but not all of it is welcome.