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Today I’m on the ‘Amongst the Mists’ blogtour, organized by Zooloo’s Book Tours.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author :
Born and bred in the county of Staffordshire. Matt is a keen reader of classical, horror and fantasy literature and enjoys writing in the style of traditional ghost stories. During his working life, Matt joined the ambulance service in 2009, transporting critically ill patients all over the UK. After writing his first novel, Matt was welcomed into the family of Question Mark Press publishing and now dedicates his time on future releases. His hobbies include genealogy and hiking, and he enjoys spending time with his wife, Emma, his children, and his family.
It was the most anticipated summer break of their young lives.
For Bran Lampshire, that summer of 1986 would be far different. The lure of a wilderness adventure sends him and his friends on a troublesome journey that would see them far from home and into the isolated shadows of the Sleathton Estate. In a forgotten land where nature thrives, an unexplained mist settles upon the shaded grounds. And stories were told of events so chilling, they were forcibly buried over time.
Lose yourself beneath the endless trees. And discover that legends are sometimes so much more than ghost stories.
To the boys’ surprise, the lodge house was far beyond the unsightly image they each anticipated. A wood chip path guided the four from the roadside, curving through the dominant overgrowth until reaching the rustic lodge. It was an old limestone building with a newly installed timber extension on the rear. An old water wheel hung loosely affixed to the side wall, its aging frame showing black decay and neglect, giving Marcus the impression that rivers once flowed freely through Thyme. But now the wheel remained dormant as it had for many, many years. The gorge below that once served its purpose was now only a gathering of dried rocks across its cracked, dusty bed.
The boys rested their bikes against the trunk of an old oak tree, while they still looked uneasily over the house. All of them waited for any reason, any excuse, to give them the cue to leave.
They followed the old man further up the loose path, watching the windows and door of his home as they approached. The house itself was set much farther back into the woodland in comparison to any neighbouring building, and fallen walls could be glimpsed through the swaying branches of the trees surrounding the lodge.
“Not so bad… is it?” Marcus sounded less than confident in his judgment.
“No, it’s… it’s fine.” Apparently, Jack, too, was unsure about the place he had chosen to rest.
“At first light we leave, right?” Bran had ignored the question at hand and asked one of his own. The others nodded in agreement and urged him to step over the threshold
“Right. Let’s get it over with,” he said.
The Magic of Wor(l)ds