Free Kindle Book & Amazon Giveaway.

Free Kindle Book & Amazon Giveaway.

My crime thriller Broken Mirrors is FREE on Kindle from now until Wednesday and to celebrate, I am running a giveaway on my Instagram and Twitter.  If you download a free copy and send me a screenshot (either via Twitter or Instagram) and you will be entered for the chance to win any book you want from Amazon (to the value of £15.00).  Head to my Instagram or Twitter now to enter and Good luck! You can get your copy free here.

brokenmirrorsBroken Mirrors:  When Marie moves from Belfast to London, she envisions a fresh start and an escape from a broken home. Once there, she meets Malcolm Carter, a charming, handsome man who sweeps her off her feet and gives her a life she could only have imagined. But Malcolm isn’t all he seems; he’s a criminal, a mobster and a murderer. Detective Fraser Duncan knows what he is, and he’s determined to take him down, but things get more complex when a rival and brutal gang leader appears on the scene, setting his sights on Malcolm’s empire. When Marie chooses to stay with Malcolm, regardless of what he is and what he has done, she starts down a path from which she can never return, and now she has been taken. Detective Duncan and Malcolm must set their differences aside and join forces in a race against time to save the woman they love.

Who needs to practice some self Love? Unboxing the Books That Matter UK Body Positive Book Box.

Who needs to practice some self Love? Unboxing the Books That Matter UK Body Positive Book Box.

Hey guys, apologies for going dark for so long!  I have been abroad for some much needed rest and relaxation but now I am suitably destressed, I am back and ready to jump straight into blogging again.  I returned from my holiday to find the latest Books That Matter UK book box on my door step, so what better way to get back into the routine of blogging again than a good old fashioned unboxing?  What makes it even more perfect, is that this is the ‘Bodyposi box’ which is all about body positivity and self love.  I spent a lot of time while I was away doing some self reflection and one of the things I know I need to work on is my attitude towards myself and my body.

booksmatter self loveI have never had the best relationship with my body, constantly picking flaws and issues, but this was made even worse after the birth if my daughter.  Pregnancy and birth obviously change a woman body and we all enter this knowing that we will be transformed on the other side, sometimes in small ways and sometimes in big ways.  But truthfully, nothing can prepare you for just how changed you are when you become a mother.  I try to remind myself that the stretch marks, the lumps and bumps and the weight are trophies, something to wear with pride because they show I literally MADE a human being.  I try to remind myself that they were all worth it to become a Mother and frankly I would happily have a lot worse if it meant I ended up with my daughter.  But we all know, whether we are men or women, that it is far easier to listen to the negative voices than the positive ones.  We compare ourselves to others, to friends or strangers or people online.  I try to be more body positive, especially now I have a daughter of my own and I am constantly trying to tell her how perfect and beautiful she is in the hopes she does not develop the same issues.

Well I am here to say NO MORE! We are all beautiful no matter our size or skin colour or booksmatter self love 2shape.  Our imperfections are what make us us and I am moving forward with a new found determination to listen to that positive voice more and to shut out the negative one, to stop comparing myself to others and to love myself and my body a lot more! With that in mind, this box’s arrival was timed perfectly and I am so excited to show you guys what’s inside! And if you like the box, you can use MARIE10 to save 10% now!

First and foremost, this is a book box, so let’s take a look at this month’s read: Memoirs of an ex-prom queen by Alix Kates Shulman.  This cult classic was originally published in 1972 and is renowned as one of the first feminist novels:

memoirs ex prom queenSasha Davis has everything a girl in 1950s suburbia could want: beauty, intelligence and an all-star sports captain boyfriend. All she needs to succeed is to keep her skin clear and her intelligence hidden under her Prom Queen tiara.

But when she drops out of college to marry, Sasha soon realises her life has become a fearful countdown to her thirtieth birthday – the year when her beauty will have faded, and life as she knows it will end. As Sasha rebels against her fate, she finds herself experiencing an intellectual and sexual awakening that might be her only chance of outrunning the aging process.

I am surprised I’ve never heard of this one before so thank you to Books That Matter for introducing me to it.  It is definitely soaring straight to the top of my TBR pile! Have any of you read this one?  What did you think?

Alongside this badass book, we have a bunch of other goodies, including this stunningbooks matter self love 3 Bodyposi journal by Talk and Tell filled with writing prompts and exploration pages for self reflection and self love.  The colours remind me of sweets or ice cream and send me all the summer vibes.  This will be getting used daily.  Next up, there is a pastel decal sticker from Lone Owl Studio which states,’Speak Kindly to yourself.’  Wonderful advice! This beauty can be placed on your mirror so you can remind yourself everyday to show yourself some love.  There is also a gorgeous, bright bookmark with a body positive statement of each side and last but certainly not least, a set of self love cards by House of Wonderland.  Each card has an affirmation which can be read aloud, or placed somewhere prominent or even kept somewhere private like your purse or journal, as a reminder to love yourself and show that gorgeous and amazing body of yours some love!

I love the message of this box just as much as I love its contents and I want to thank Books That Matter for continuing to be a positive force in the book world…You Guys rock!! If you would like a box of your own, you can use MARIE10 at check out to save 10%.  I would love to talk to you guys about body positivity and self love so please leave your comments and advice below and don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to stay up to date with my latest posts.

Book Review: The Fearing Book One, Fire & Rain by John.F.D.Taff.

Book Review: The Fearing Book One, Fire & Rain by John.F.D.Taff.

Hello readers, I hope your weekend was as good as mine!  For this week’s blog post we will be reviewing The Fearing, Book one: Fire and Rain by John.F.D.Taff which was very Kindly sent to me by Grey Matter press for a fair and honest review.  Before we get down to it, let’s read that handy blurb to see exactly what it’s about:

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Humanity faces a series of catastrophes spawned by a worldwide event that unleashes all of mankind’s greatest fears.
In the American high desert, vacationers returning from a road trip are thrust into a heart-stopping flight from death as they try to avoid a cataclysmic end. In rural Missouri, the lives of a group of high school students are destroyed after their small town is devastated and they’re forced to confront the end of everything they’ve ever known.
And on the eastern seaboard, there’s someone else. An enigmatic man who thrives on despair and embraces all fear. A man with his own dark and sinister goals. Someone who wants to ensure humanity goes out with the biggest bang possible.

At only 98 pages, this is a quick and absorbing read.  As a result, the reader is immediately thrown into the deep end.  The action sequences are still nicely spaced to allow an ever growing momentum towards and answer that the reader never receives in this first book in the series.  What I was seriously impressed with, was Taff’s ability to make a character fully formed and three dimensional in only a few pages and interactions.  He has an uncanny ability of revealing his character’s true natures and in this case, their darkest fears, without it feeling rushed or forced.  I found myself instantly drawn to and simultaneously creeped out by Adam and his dark, supernatural abilities.  I was routing for the teenage survivors Sarah and Kyle’s budding romance and I love the motley crew of elderly survivors aboard the tourist bus, particularly their badass driver Rich.  Despite these characters being of all ages, genders and backgrounds and despite being scattered around the USA, their fates and fears are inextricably linked by the strange, earth shattering phenomena sweeping the country and I for one am DESPERATE to find out exactly what is going on and who of all of these characters, will survive (Please Rich, Sarah and Kyle).

As you can probably already tell, I loved this book.  It is a truly original and exciting read fearing fire and rainwhich leaves you wanting more.  My only complaint would be the fact that the book has been split up into four separate small parts.  I liked the story so much, I want to read it in its entirety and I am a little irritated I have to wait.  Still, that’s a pretty good negative to have thrown at a book and it demonstrates just how well the plot and characters got their hooks in me as a reader and  I have a feeling the other parts will be worth the wait.  I’m giving it 4.5 stars out of 5 ND I am only marking it down slightly because they are making me wait. Book Two: Water and Wind will be released August 20th and is available for pre-order now.

Thanks to Grey Matter Press and John himself for sending me this copy, I genuinely enjoyed every bit of it.  What about you readers, have you read this or any of Taff’s other works?  What did you think?  Leave me a comment below and don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to keep up to date with all my latest articles, books reviews and pieces of original writing.

Books That Matter UK Unboxing: The Wild Women Box.

Books That Matter UK Unboxing: The Wild Women Box.

Happy Sunday readers! I apologise for my absence recently but I have been slowing down a little with social media, trying to gain a little perspective. I have however, missed you all terribly so when I got my latest Books That Matter box, I simply had to take the opportunity to do an unboxing post for you guys.

This time, the theme is ‘Wild Women,’ a category in which I feel extremely comfortable myself! The box has been specially curated to explore the themes of ecofeminism, sustainability and our planet. As usual, I am blown away by this box. They have packed it with amazing goodies and a book I am genuinely looking forward to reading. The best news?  You can use code MARIE10 to get 10% off your purchase now! So let’s dig in shall we…

 

 

First up, this month’s book is The Word for Women is Wilderness by Abu Andrews. This book follows the nineteen-year-old protagonist Erin in her travels from the Midlands to Iceland, Greenland, Newfoundland and eventually a lonely cabin in the wilds of Alaska where she charts the changing landscapes of her own mind and reimagines not just a woman’s place in society, but humanity’s place on planet earth. It sounds like one Hell of an adventure and one I’m looking forward to delving into.

Next up, we have another great read. This time it’s a zine from the Revival Collective, a Brighton based sustainable fashion collective. It’s called ‘Feminist Fashion Revival’ and is packed with informative articles, fashion inspiration, craftivism as well as guides and facts about the intersection of feminism, fashion, ethics and environmentalism.

 

Alongside this informative reading, there is a beautiful metal straw by Sugar and Sloth. The straw is a gorgeous ‘oil slick’ colour and is perfect to take to outings and picnics. There is also a vegan shampoo bar in a travel tin by Hairy Jayne hair care. This smells wonderful and the tin can be reused to keep new bars in. Small changes like this and the straw are a great way to reduce waste and do your part to help the environment. There is also a packet of seeds from Wildflower Limited, with a percentage from each packet’s price going to the bumblebee conservation trust. Wild flowers don’t just look and smell beautiful but they are great for attracting local wildlife like our friendly Bees. If you have a little unused or unloved part of the garden just throw these in and watch them grow!

Finally, there is a cute ‘sustainability is a feminist issue’ print and ‘A woman’s place is in the revolution’ bookmark…sentiments I can certainly get behind.

This is another wonderful box from Books that Matter and for the price, their boxes are not only fantastic value but genuinely informative. Plus you can use MARIE10 to save 10% now! You even get to make a small difference to the world with this one so why not grab your own while you can?

As always, don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to stay up to date with all the latest posts and if you want to see an unboxing video of this box along with pics of bookish goodies galore, head to my Instagram!!

 

Book & Movie Review: Needful Things by Stephen King.

Book & Movie Review: Needful Things by Stephen King.

For the second instalment of my Stephen King book club, my friends and I read Needful Things before watching the 1993 movie adaptation and once again, we discovered exactly why he is the one true King of horror.  So, what is it all about?  The book takes place in the quiet US town of Castle Rock, where a new shop called Needful Things is being opened by the town’s new and mysterious resident Leland Gaunt.  The shop sells curios and antiques which appear to be a steal but inevitably come with a heavy price.  Intriguing right?

First of all, the premise is wonderful.  I love the idea of the Devil being bored and going place to place selling cursed goodies to unsuspecting punters.  The objects in question are needfulalways relatively generic- a children’s game, a baseball card, a glass lamp or silver teapot.  These items hold no significance to anyone other than the intended victim as each item is chosen specifically based on that individuals NEED.  Whether the item reminds them of precious memories, a time they dearly wish they could return to, or offers relief for excruciating pain, the items are irresistible to the intended customer and once you buy, there are no returns.  The entire book is a damning indictment on the materialistic, possession obsessed society we now live in.  Remember when you were a kid and you would beg your mum for that toy, telling her you had to have it because you NEEDED it and she would say no, you don’t NEED it, you just WANT it?  Well, your Mother was inadvertently teaching you how to avoid the trappings of Leland Gaunt and his magical wares.  Every one of us has something we need, or at least think we do and this is preyed upon on a daily basis by corporations and companies selling us rubbish every day. Creams that will make us younger, juices that will give us energy and vitality, clothes that will make us fashionable trend setters, this is the world we live in now, surrounded by adverts and bill boards bombarding us with all these Needful Things.  Mr Gaunt and his little shop of horrors is the ultimate personification of this and it works perfectly as both horror and wry social commentary.

What the book makes clear however, is that while Gaunt may control a person’s need, he cannot control their will.  He has a whole bag of tricks to bamboozle his customers, including putting them in trances, creating elaborate dreams which feel perfectly real to terrible nightmares and warnings which feel even realer, but the customer has to willingly take the item and they have to willingly accept the payment.  We, after all, walk our own paths in life and it is up to us how we choose to do so.  This book is all about temptation.  Just as Satan tempted so many in the bible, Gaunt tempts his customers to sin in order to fulfil those perceived needs.  Some of the sins seem minor, like throwing mud on clean sheets, while others are more serious, like slashing tyres or killing a beloved bed, but all the residents of Castle Rock seem more than willing to pay and in doing so sow the seeds of their own destructions.  I love that King made sure to show that none of us are immune to such temptation, with the most devout and holy rolling Christians of the town giving in as easily as the local drunk or disgraced politician.  Each character has their own flaws, their own personal defects which Gaunt readily exploits. For the lead character Sheriff Pangborn, it is the guilt and grief that he refuses to let go off as a result of the death of his wife and child a year before.  For Polly Chalmers, it is her pride.  It is the residents who acknowledge these flaws and work to overcome them, that survive intact.

needful3For the most part, I found myself feeling little sympathy for the residents of Castle Rock.  After all, they made the choices which led to their grizzly ends and some of them frankly got what they deserved, but there are exceptions.  The young Brian Rusk is just a child and he is the first to not only fall prey to Gaunt’s charm but also the first to realise who or what Gaunt truly is.  His only sin seems to be a childish attachment, a need for a baseball card he has always coveted but being young and naive is his biggest flaw.  He is easily exploited by Gaunt and when he tries to stop, Gaunt changes tactics and uses good old-fashioned fear to control him.  Whilst he made the choices he did and did the not very nice ‘pranks’ requested as payment willingly, all for a measly baseball card, I do feel like his youth and innocence make him incapable of truly understanding the ramifications of his actions until it is far too late.  Nettie Cobb, the local ‘nut’ suffers from severe mental health issues as a result of the trauma from a past abusive relationship.  Again, because of this she seemed an innocent to me and less capable of understanding her actions fully than the other residents.  There are also peripheral characters who never entered Gaunt’s shop, who are caught up in the carnage including several state Police officers.  Unlike the rest of the town’s residents, I genuinely felt bad when they met their grizzly ends.

There are a lot of characters involved in this book, a whole town’s worth, so it can be a little confusing at first trying to keep the names and storylines straight but it is definitely worth persevering.  King paints the perfect picture of small-town life, the kind of place where everyone makes a point of knowing each other’s business but where secrets still dwell.  The characters are fleshed out and often you will find yourself recognising the characters from your own home town. Whilst some of the characters are incredibly sympathetic and you find yourself genuinely attached to them and upset by their fates, the young Brian Rusk and Nettie being the two that broke my heart, for the most part I didn’t feel overly invested in the other characters and I think this is due to the sheer number of them being introduced.  Also, King seems to have a bit of an obsession with children and animals dying in horrible ways and several pets are executed in this particular tome.  You have been warned.  The book has a great pace, slowly and steadily building to that big, final crescendo. Some of the book club found it a little slow in parts, but I think that the fact that King takes his time with the reader at first, gradually increasing the pace and action, makes it a far more gripping read and resulted in me being unable to put it down for the last quarter of the book.

Overall, I really enjoyed this book and I thoroughly recommend it- definite five stars from me!

Now to the movie…If I am honest, I didn’t have very high expectations for this film.  I needful2have seen a lot of the earlier King adaptations and the movies tend to, well, suck (see my review of the original adaptation for Pet Semetary for a prime example).  I was especially wary of how the movie would edit such a massive novel into a viewable length whilst also maintaining the integrity of the story.  I was also concerned about how certain parts of the book would appear in film format, for example the spider like parasite which is inside Polly’s necklace is perfect horror written down, but on film it would probably come off as silly rather than scary.  Remember the Pennywise spider at the end of the original IT adaptation?  Exactly.  But the writer of the screenplay not only did a good job or whittling down such a heavy read, they were also smart enough to change certain aspects of the story to suit a movie’s format.  The ending of the book was my biggest concern.  In the novel, Sheriff Pangborn is an amateur magician, performing tricks, sleight of hand and shadow puppet shows throughout (it sounds weird if you haven’t read it, but it does make sense in the book).  He realises that Gaunt’s powers come from need and that he uses that need to create illusions and make the impossible real, like objects that transport their owners when touched.  He turns the tables by using Gaunt’s own techniques against him. Gaunt NEEDS his bag, which is now stuffed full of the resident’s souls, so Pangborn performs tricks and puppet shows which become real and alive, just like the forgeries sold by Gaunt.  On paper, this is a great ending.  It is wonderfully ironic and karmic that Gaunt is defeated using his own methods and it makes for a really interesting read. On film though, I don’t see how this could ever work.  Shadow puppets and fake spring snakes attacking the devil on screen would start to resemble some weird sketch show and it definitely wouldn’t be scary.  The film smartly changes the ending entirely, with the town’s residents becoming aware of what they are doing, of the ramifications of their actions and decisions and admitting they were wrong.  They atone and Gaunt is driven out of Castle Rock.  I also like that the fate of Brian Rusk is changed.  A young child killing himself on screen would likely turn a lot of viewers off and I personally prefer a version where he is changed, but alive.  Some changes don’t make a lot of sense to me however, like why the prim and well to do Wilma Jerzyck of the novel becomes a scruffy red neck turkey farmer in the film, but overall director Fraser Heston successfully translates the books core themes and story and I would definitely enjoy it even without reading the novel it’s based on.  Also, on a side note, I now have a huge crush on Ed Harris.

For our next instalment of the King Club we will be reading and watching The Shining.  Why not join us?  Keep an eye on my Instagram to see when we will be watching the film so you can watch along with us and don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to keep up to date with all the latest posts!

 

 

 

Dark Deeds & Cameos: Short Story collaboration with embroidery artist Clare of ‘Crimson Pins.’

Dark Deeds & Cameos: Short Story collaboration with embroidery artist Clare of ‘Crimson Pins.’

Hello readers!  It is the beginning of a new week and time for another artist’s collaboration.  This time, I had the honour of collaborating with the incredibly talented embroidery artist Clare aka ‘Crimson Pins.’  I discovered Clare on Instagram and fell in love with her gothic style embroideries.  There is such amazing attention to detail and every piece is truly a work of art (of particular note are her stunning jewelled skeleton pieces which always sell out almost as soon as they are listed).  Clare lives in the South of England, stitching whenever she can.  She started stitching around 3 years ago, having tried her hand to many other crafts.  Whilst she would normally get bored and move on from a hobby, something about embroidery really held her interest. She has no formal training and learned everything from online tutorials and websites, along with simple trial and error.  She loves to create gothic, macabre pieces or pay tribute to her favourite TV shows, movies and games.  You can purchase her stunning embroideries here on her Etsy shop and if you love her work as much as I do, you will want to follow her Instagram to see all the shops updates and product releases.  I was really inspired by Clare’s dark and vintage style, so naturally I wrote a dark and vintage story.  So sit back, relax and enjoy this Victorian tale of murder and revenge and don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to keep up to date with all my latest posts.  Happy Reading…

Dark Deeds and Cameos

cameodarkdeeds2Evelyn Hardcastle stared at her reflection hard, half expecting it to move independently of her. She barely recognised the face that stared back.  It was hardened and stoic.  There were none of the soft smiles or laughter lines anymore, none of the cheer and optimism.  Those things had died along with Albert.  Albert.  Instinctively, she clutched the cameo brooch on her lace collar, a gift from Albert on their one-year anniversary.  Once it was a reminder of life and love, but now it was her symbol of heart break. She had had it altered at the jewellers to include a locket on the rear of the cameo.  The world saw the delicate shell brooch, the features of the woman on it watching them back.  But behind this she stored a lock of Albert’s auburn hair, a little piece of him she carried everywhere.  A reminder of what she had lost as well as what she had to do.  She checked herself once more before leaving.  Despite everything, she still looked well enough. Her delicate features seemed almost emphasised and highlighted by the veil of sadness which now hung over them and her determination to carry out her plan made her walk with a tall and confident stance.

She had chosen a red velvet dress for this momentous occasion.  It cinched her small waist in and the bustle at the back exaggerated every curve of her body.  She had always thought red a very garish colour in the past, something worn by the type of women desperate for the gaze of men, but tonight, that’s exactly what she needed.  She had to make sure she stood out and caught the eye of Lord Walter Smith, the man who had murdered her husband.

It had been almost six months since that tragic day but the pain and sorrow had not dulled even a little. They say that the burden of grief diminishes with time, but Evelyn was not experiencing that.  If anything, she felt the pain of his loss more forcefully with each passing day and change of season.  And there was something else, something new…Rage.  A deep seeded, violent rage which bubbled and boiled just beneath her skin threatening to burst forth in swathes of blood red acid at the slightest touch.  Her husband had been a good man, a moral man.  When he saw that putrid little monster abuse and beat that poor maid to within an inch of her life, he had intervened.  He had threatened to tell the authorities, he didn’t care about the cad’s station or title.  But Lord Walter was not the type of man to allow someone to besmirch and tarnish his fine name, particularly a lowly writer such as Albert.  Within a week, Albert had been stabbed to death, his blood flowing between the cobbles of London’s streets.  The Police had said it was a robbery gone wrong, but Evelyn knew better.  Hell, the Police Sergeant had barely been able to look her in the eye as he spoke such blatant mistruths.  She had fallen, weeping and wailing, barely able to process what was happening.  It felt like she had been falling ever since.

She placed the black and red lace hat on her hair and for a finishing touch, painted her lips rouge to match her dress.  Now she really was a blossoming rose, a woman who would grab the attention of a man like Lord Walter.  The bar would be full of women, some hunting for a husband, others for a customer. She was hunting for something else entirely.

By the time the carriage set her outside the bar, the shot of whiskey she had drank in order to settle her nerves had kicked in.  A warmth and hazy confidence now filling her up.  She would no doubt need it in the hours to come.  The street smelled of beer and piss and she could hear a fiddle playing from inside, its giddy tune bidding customers to come and sit a while. Not the type of place you would expect to find a Lord, more a worker’s bar, but then Lord Walter liked his alcohol and women to flow free and loose and this place was near the few brothels that still accepted his coin, the classier joints having got sick of his violent tendencies putting the girls out of action with each black eye or broken tooth. He ended up costing more than he brought and so they had barred him, much to his chagrin.  But that was how Lord Walter lived.  He had the title, but his money was squandered and frittered away on horses, booze and girls.  He owed money to half the loan sharks in the city and if it wasn’t for his friends and family in high places, Evelyn had no doubt he would have had his own staged tragedy by now.  But when your brother is in Westminster and your daddy owns half the city, you literally can get away with murder.

She made her way towards the bar eyeing the room as she moved.  She could see that despite appearances, this bar had some very important patrons.  There was James Richardson, the current Chief of Police, a Weasley little man with ratty features and tobacco stained fingers.  There was Mark Edwards, the editor of the London Tribune, the city’s premier paper and his brother Doctor Peter Edwards, a well-respected teacher of anatomy who was currently getting a lesson of his own from a pretty young prostitute.  There were even a couple of low-level politicians and an actor she recognised from a play she had seen the previous year.  Albert had bought her the tickets for her birthday gift knowing she adored the theatre.  As if by fate, at the very moment she thought of that night, of her lost love, she spied her target in a dark corner playing cards with a handful of rather ruthless looking gentleman.  The second she laid eyes on him, she wanted to run towards him screaming, nails clawing, a broken bottle to the throat.  But that would only end with a short drop and a tight noose.  No, she would bide her time.

She sipped at her whiskey, watching him from across the room, trying to catch his eye. cameosdarkdeeds1 She hated this place.  She hated the lude and obnoxious men who filled it, she hated the women who fawned over them.  She hated the smell and the thick fog of pipe smoke that clawed at her throat and floated past her vision.  She hated the cheap whiskey and the dull, yellow lights.  But more than anything, she hated Lord Walter.  She hated him with every fibre of her being, within her very soul.  She imagined slashing at his throat, red pouring out like a tide and felt the weight of the dagger in her bag.  Soon, soon.

Just then, he clocked her, a passing glance which seemed to draw itself towards her and settle there. He looked at her the way a starving dog looked at a bone.  She felt bile rise in her stomach and for a moment she considered fleeing.  As he downed the last of his wine, rubbing the red slobbers from his fat chin with the unbuttoned sleeve of his shirt whilst never taking his eyes of hers.  He stumbled towards her, his glazed eyes holding hers, his swaying stomach overhanging his belt, his shirt untucked and stained.  As he moved closer, time seemed to slow, the world around her melting away so only they still remained.  She felt the hairs on her arms stand up and her stomach lurch, even her legs twitching, readying for flight.  She thought about running, about taking this insane plan and boxing it away, somewhere deep inside where she would never find it again.  She could get caught, arrested, hanged.  She could be killed or raped or tortured.  A dozen scenarios played inside her mind, none of them ending well and she almost abandoned the road on which she now stood in favour of something safer, something saner.  But she was never going to run, she knew that deep down.  The truth was, death was better than the half-life she lived now. No, she would finish what she started and damn the consequences, for her body and her soul.

He came up beside her, the stench of cheap wine filling her nostrils and causing the contents of her stomach to mix and churn.  She had to swallow hard to prevent herself from vomiting, even more so when he laid a clammy hand upon her own.  His dark eyes were glazed and foggy and could barely focus on her.  This will be easier than I thought. 

“A Beauty such as yourself shouldn’t be drinking alone.  Bar keep, two whiskeys.”

It took all of her strength not to simply draw the dagger from her purse and plunge it into his throat then and there.  She pictured the bar and its patrons painted in red, eyes wide with shock, the satisfaction of feeling flesh tear easily beneath a sharpened blade.  No, that’s too quick for him. 

She smiled at him, the way she knew he wanted her to smile.  A smile that said she was interested, a smile that offered him the seat next to her and the promise of more to come.

“What’s your name my dear?”

“Adrestia.”

She had always planned on using something simple, unmemorable such as Mary or Victoria, but in the moment the name suddenly appeared to her, long forgotten from her lessons in Greek mythology.  Adriesta the Goddess of vengeance and daughter of the God of war Ares.  It was perfect.

“How exotic.  I am Lord Walter Smith.”

He emphasised the word Lord, a way to let her know his station, his importance.  Whilst Evelyn understood than many women cared for such things, a man’s title or bank balance had never interested her.  She looked for a man’s character, something Lord Walter sorely lacked.

“My Lord.”

She gave him her hand to kiss, trying not to wretch as he slobbered on her lace gloves.  Yes, this will be easier than I thought.

Their conversation had not been a long one.  Lord Walter was not a patient man and neither was Evelyn, she had plans after all. Within the hour she found herself in his carriage, him pawing at her like some dumb animal, his stinking breath on her neck, his weight pushing on her, pinning her against the carriage seats. She was relieved when the carriage stopped outside his London address.  Barely managing to pry herself free, she stumbled outside and gave him a beckoning smile as she walked towards the front door, Lord Walter stumbling after her.  As she led him up the stairs with mere glances, the discarding of a glove, the bite of her lip, she was reminded of a story her Mother had read to her as a child about the Pied Piper of Hamelin.  Her body was her instrument and tonight, she was luring the biggest rat of all to his death.

They reached the bedroom, a large four post bed at the centre of a dark and dusty room.  It appeared the high and mighty Lord could no longer afford staff, something which definitely worked in Evelyn’s favour. For a moment, she hesitated.  This was her last opportunity to stop, to turn back before it was too late, but hate and grief has a way of lighting a fire within which burns at a heat hot enough to never be quenched by doubt or fear. And so, she led him to the bed. With one slight nudge, he fell backwards like a felled tree, the bed posts shaking as he did.  He looked like a dog desperate for his owner to give him a treat, and so she would.

darkdeedscameos3She pulled the pin from her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders and continued to smile that same smile, that coquettish, flirtatious smile which promised so many things to him. He has no idea.  He lay on his back, wheezing, sweating as she walked towards him slowly, savouring what was to come.  She raised her skirts and climbed on to the bed, straddling him.  She could see the excitement on his face, mounting and growing along with him.  Her bag already laid open, the dagger now within her garter belt and it was easy to slip it out without him noticing as she kissed his chest.  He moaned.

“Oh Adrestia…”

She rose up, looming over him, staring down at his red sweaty face still smiling that same smile.

“Call me a different name tonight.”

“Haha, how wonderful.  I love games. What would you like me to call you? Shall I choose a name?”

“No, I have one in mind. I think you should call me Evelyn. I think you should call me Mrs Evelyn Hardcastle.”

As she spoke her name aloud, the sweet and seductive smile began to twist and contort into a manic grimace.  There was a moment of realisation which fell over Lord Walter’s face, but it came a second too late as the dagger was plunged to the hilt in the cavity where a heart should be.  He sputtered and let out a pained groan, blood running free from the hole in his chest, his shirt going quickly from white to red.  He sputtered, spitting droplets of blood on her face and tried to say something.

“P..P…Pl…”

“Please? Ha.”

She thought of Albert, of him dying alone on some piss-soaked street corner.  She thought of him begging, pleading and she showed Lord Walter exactly the same amount of mercy he had shown her beloved husband. She leaned, twisting the dagger. It ground against bone and she could feel his ribs cracking under her weight.  The hole grew larger, a volcano of blood and death pouring forth.  The red velvet of her dress grew wet and darkened as blood painted her body the same crimson as it painted his.  There was a spasm, a twitch and shake beneath her and a wheeze before his body dropped and lay still.  She could see from his glassy eyes that he was gone from this world.  She imagined him somewhere filled with fire and pain and wondered if she would join him there some day, if this act, this bloodlust would stain her soul irreparably. She imagined Lady Macbeth, washing at the blood which was not there and understood for the first time that type of staining, that type of contamination.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there in the dark, holding vigil over the bloody end of her plan. She felt a torrent of emotions. On one hand, she felt free.  There had been so many months of tears, of anger and outrage bubbling and churning within her.  She had hated, for the first time in her life, she had truly hated another human being and now, he was gone.  Albert had justice, she had justice.  But there was also a hollowness, a vast emptiness left by the void from that hate.  What would she do now?  She had no Albert nor did she have a Lord Walter.  She was alone and directionless, a boat cut loose and untethered, drifting aimlessly through a vast and open ocean.  What now?

Slowly, almost mechanically, she finished what she had started.  It was easy to start the fire, the house was like tinder, waiting for a flame. She used his vast amount of cheap alcohol, dousing the floor, the curtains and bedding as well as his bloated, lifeless corpse and left through the alleyways as the flames began to take hold. She was over a mile away when the sirens sang.  The dagger went into the Thames and her dress, her hat, her gloves went into the hearth, the ashes discarded as soon as they had cooled.  All that she saved from her Adrestia mask was the brooch, which she washed a dozen times for good measure.

For a while, the papers were dominated with the mystery of Lord Walter’s death.  The post mortem had revealed the large wound to his chest and ribs but there was a long list of suspects and no evidence to point at any in particular.  After weeks past, the papers began to report on other things and Lord Walter became but a distant memory to the people of London, to everyone that is, except Evelyn.

She thought often about what she had done, even visiting church for the first time since Albert’s funeral.  She asked for forgiveness but knew the request was a hollow one because after all, she did not regret what she had done, not really.  That emptiness however, never left.  Not until the museum benefit.  Since Albert, she had lost interest in most of her previous friends or amusements, but the museum had been very dear to Albert and it was a place she visited regularly in order to feel close to him once more.  The benefit was raising funds in order to expand the museum’s collection and so, on a cool and damp September evening she found herself amongst familiar faces.

Anna Windham had been someone she had considered a friend once, before grief tore her away from this world.  Seeing her wondering from painting to painting moved something within Evelyn, something she suddenly realised she deeply missed.  She realised just how lonely she was.

“Anna my dear, it’s so good to see you!”

Anna smiled and both embraced.  Briefly, it was like nothing had changed.  It was as if they had only seen each other for lunch the following day. But when Anna winced and flinched at Evelyn’s hug, tears filling her eyes, Evelyn suddenly realised that of course, both of them had changed.  Just as she had sleepwalking through her own life, Anna’s had moved forward as well and Evelyn had missed much.

“What is it dear?  Are you ok?”

“She’s fine.”

A man stepped forward and clasped his hand around Anna’s arm with an unnecessarily tight grip.  Anna flinched again.  It was such a small movement, so fleeting, that most would have missed it, but Evelyn saw.

“Evelyn, this is my husband Charles Montague.  Charles, this is Evelyn Hardcastle.  We used to be friends.”

It was Evelyn’s turn to flinch now.  Used to.  How could she have let herself become so cut off?  She had been so wrapped up in her own pain, she had simply forgotten those with whom she had cared so deeply in the past.  People she had laughed with, respected, perhaps even loved a little in the way that one loves their family.

“Charmed.”

Charles sneered at her as he said the word, making it perfectly obvious he was anything darkdeedscameo4but. He was a large man, with broad shoulders and a square jaw, which seemed to be constantly tense and clenched.  He gripped Anna a little tighter, lifting her slightly.  She winced again, but quickly put on a sad smile Evelyn had never seen her make before. She studied Anna then and for the first time noticed bruising under her shawl and scars which had not been there before.

 

“Anna dear, the Watson’s wanted to chat about luncheon next week.”

It was a demand, not a request.  Anna smiled and excused herself from Evelyn.  There was a brief promise to catch up before the brute practically dragged her away by the arm.  It was painfully obvious what kind of husband Charles Montague was and it was a painful realisation for her.  Guilt washed over her.  I haven’t been there for you.  I cut you off.  I pushed you away and now, you are as adrift as me.  And just like that, Evelyn Hardcastle found her purpose.  She had got her justice, but many women hadn’t got theirs.  This city was full of despicable, abusive men hiding behind their money, their titles and privilege as if these things gave them free reign to act as they pleased. Well she would become Adrestia again and once more she would do what needed to be done.  After all, blood begets blood…

 

Unboxing May’s Fantasy & Scifi Box From My Chronicle Book Box.

Unboxing May’s Fantasy & Scifi Box From My Chronicle Book Box.

Hello Readers!  I hope you have all had a wonderful weekend.  For this evening’s blog mychronbookboxpost, I will be unboxing this month’s My Chronicle Book box Science Fiction and Fantasy box and what a box this is!  As always, if you fancy grabbing a box of your own, use code MIRRORS10 for 10% off.

So, let’s start with the amazing books shall we?  As always, this box contains three amazing books (Yes, you read that right, THREE books) and all of them are signed…I know right?  What more could you ask for?

thingsinjarsBook number one is Things in Jars by Jess Kidd.  This is a hardback (I love a good hardback, don’t you?) and as I said, it is signed by the author herself.  So what’s it about? “London, 1863. Bridie Devine, the finest female detective of her age, is taking on her toughest case yet. Reeling from her last job and with her reputation in tatters, a remarkable puzzle has come her way. Christabel Berwick has been kidnapped. But Christabel is no ordinary child. She is not supposed to exist.  As Bridie fights to recover the stolen child she enters a world of fanatical anatomists, crooked surgeons and mercenary showmen. Anomalies are in fashion, curiosities are the thing, and fortunes are won and lost in the name of entertainment. The public love a spectacle and Christabel may well prove the most remarkable spectacle London has ever seen.  Things in Jars is an enchanting Victorian detective novel that explores what it is to be human in inhumane times.”  Frankly,  all I needed to hear was the phrase Victorian Detective Novel and I was in.

terratwoBook number 2, which is also a signed hardback, is Do you Dream of Terra-Two? by Temi Oh: A century ago, scientists theorised that a habitable planet existed in a nearby solar system. Today, ten astronauts will leave a dying Earth to find it. Four are decorated veterans of the 20th century’s space-race. And six are teenagers, graduates of the exclusive Dalton Academy, who’ve been in training for this mission for most of their lives.
It will take the team twenty-three years to reach Terra-Two. Twenty-three years spent in close quarters. Twenty-three years with no one to rely on but each other. Twenty-three years with no rescue possible, should something go wrong. And something always goes wrong. This one sounds genuinely exciting so I am looking forward to reading it.

witchs kindLast, but certainly not least, book number three is The Witch’s Kind by Louisa Morgan and again this one is signed (this time coming with a signed author plate): Barrie Anne Blythe and her Aunt Charlotte have always known that the other residents of their small coastal community find them peculiar – two women living alone on the outskirts of town. It is the price of concealing their strange and dangerous family secret.But two events threaten to upend their lives for ever. The first is the arrival of a mysterious abandoned baby with a hint of power like their own. The second is the sudden reappearance of Barrie Anne’s long-lost husband – who is not quite the man she thought she married.Together, Barrie Anne and Charlotte must decide how far they are willing to go to protect themselves – and the child they think of as their own – from suspicious neighbours, the government and even their own family .  Anyone who follows my Instagram will know I have a slight obsession with all things Witchy, so I am definitely looking forward to this one.

But there isn’t just books in this amazing box, there are also bookish goodies and what mychron2wonderful goodies they are!  Along with the THREE signed books, there is also an adorable print with an inspiring quote from the legendary Stephen Hawking, “Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet.” Wise words indeed!  There is also a very good sized fabric ‘Books are Magic’ pouch which would be perfect for cosmetics, toiletries or stationary.  Lastly, there is a set of three galaxy print Wasi tapes, in blue, purple and red.  These items are not only lovely on their own, but they perfectly compliment both the theme of the box and the books within it.

So what do you think of this box?  Have you read any of the books?  What did you think of them?  Leave me a comment and don’t forget to subscribe to my blog to keep up to date with all my latest posts.  Finally, if you like the look of the My Chronicle Book Box (of which you can get a Crime and Mystery themed box or Fantasy and Science Fiction themed box) use the code MIRRORS10 for 10% off now.