A friend of mine has just written a novella entitled Paradise Cove and I thought I would help get the ball rolling for him and let anyone interested in reading a sample before it goes into publication.
His name is Mark Strong and this is his first piece of work, he intends for it to be a series the first of which should be out in the new year. I wish him all the best of luck in this endeavour, I know it isn’t easy so if you like what you read here let me know and perhaps we can arrange some advance copies, all signed of course.
Here’s the sample,
The sun shone down on the inhabitants of the sleepy little village as they went about their lives unhindered by the knowledge of what was about to happen.
The buildings were built in a Tudor style with the small cottages all having decorative half timbering, steeply pitched roof’s with prominent cross gabling.
Sitting on the lee of a hill the small village overlooked its own private stretch of coast line including a perfectly white sandy beach. The gated community called Paradise Cove, was privately owned by a Corporation and was a retirement community for those who had the wealth and opportunity to make use of it. What those people were unaware of though was that the village held a secret, a secret that was about to cost the lives of every living soul there.
This day had begun not unlike most others in this small slice of heaven. The weather was climate controlled on this planet and the village was blessed with warm sunny days followed by cool balmy nights where the sea breeze cooled the land down just enough. This morning, like most others saw the inhabitants wake up to a clear blue sky where clouds were kept at bay until rain was needed. People began to go about their daily lives at their normal, leisurely pace; nothing about the village was rushed. The streets started to wake up as the villagers came out of their cottages to go about their business, to socialise and generally live what was left of their lives in the relaxed and luxurious atmosphere that their lifetime dedication to the Corporation had provided.
Coffee shops began to fill up with people taking breakfast as others chose a different path.
They had no idea what was about to happen. From vents in the ground an invisible mist was released which began instantly to mingle with the air in the village. This mist was like no other mist for this was a toxic gas that was as deadly as it was insidious.
The first person to fall was Jacob Wilder, he was seventy five years old and in remarkable good health and for the majority of his working life he was on the board of directors of many of the companies owned by the Corporation. He was what was described as a good man; he had no enemies and was liked by everyone he came in contact with. None of that saved him though when he breathed in the contaminated air. He clutched at his throat as his airwaves were suddenly and violently constricted. Unable to breath he fell to his knees as his face turned a deep shade of blue. The rest of his body began to shut down as he toppled to the ground and the last thing his failing eyesight registered was the sight of others in the village falling to the ground too.
Within five minutes of the toxin escaping the entire population of the village had succumbed to its deadly effects and were lying where they fell, all dead.
Hope you enjoyed that taster, let me know what you think and I’ll pass it on to Mark.
On another note, there’s still a chance to grab a signed copy of the third in the Col Sec series, Discovery, from your’s truly, details of which are in earlier posts.
That’s all for now,
see you soon.