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FILM RECOMMENDATION – DEAD MAN’S SHOES

Last year I managed the sum total of one film recommendation on this site. Pathetic. This year will be different. I’m planning to post at least one recommendation a month – either a film, a book, or a TV series. I’m also around 60% through a complete re-watch of the original TWILIGHT ZONE, and I’m contemplating sharing my thoughts on every one of the 150+ episodes once I’m done. As far as films go, I don’t necessarily want to write about current movies that everyone else is talking about, instead I want to delve a little deeper. I’m interested in finding lost and overlooked gems. And by gems, I’m don’t mean films that are perfect (can any film be perfect?). I mean films that, for one reason or another, have lodged themselves in my brain after viewing.

Today’s recommendation is DEAD MAN’S SHOES – a revenge thriller from director SHANE MEADOWS (THIS IS ENGLAND) and actor PADDY CONSIDINE (HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, TYRANNOSAUR).

A disaffected soldier returns to his hometown to get even with the thugs who brutalized his mentally challenged brother years ago.

Here’s the trailer. Click the link below for my thoughts.

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It wasn’t the trailer for DEAD MAN’S SHOES that attracted me to the movie, it was a single scene. It went viral last year, no doubt as a result of Considine’s appearance in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON when many folks realised something a lot of us had known for years – he’s a bloody incredible actor. You may have seen the clip in question. If not, check it out below.

If you’ve read any of my books, you’ll know that I love small-scale stories (or world-changing stories, told from small-scale perspectives). DEAD MAN’S SHOES feels like it takes place in a bubble – a tiny subsection of a small community in a lost suburb of a moderately-sized town. It’s all the more powerful because it feels so self-contained. What you see is (for the most part) what you get. Every action has consequences. There’s no chance of getting lost in the crowd, or of hiding from the local hitman.

Considine (who co-wrote the script with Meadows) plays Richard, a soldier who returns to his hometown after a period away on service. We learn that his younger brother Anthony (played by TOBY KEBELL) was the victim of abuse at the hands of a gang of local heavies and drug dealers. Now, with a chilling calm and emotionless determination, Richard exacts his revenge. GARY STRETCH – British boxing champ turned actor – is very well cast as the ringleader of the hoods.

So far, so straightforward. And for the most part, it is. But there’s another level to this film that caught me off-guard. The understated production and natural performances suck you in and, before you know it, you’ve got your eyes wide open and you’re unable to turn away as you witness some pretty horrific acts. The unexpected twists and violent scenes are belied by the mundanity of the location and the characters that inhabit this grubby corner of the world. At its (very black) heart, the film poses uncomfortable questions about crime and morality. Considine’s magnificent performance is worth the price of admission alone.

Unfortunately, I can’t find DEAD MAN’S SHOES on any of the major streaming services here in the UK just now. It’s available on DVD and Blu-ray, through, and I definitely recommend shelling out a few quid to watch this powerful and unsettling film.

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THE FINAL AUTUMN NOVEL – OUT NOW

The final AUTUMN novel – AUTUMN: EXODUS – is out today. I hope you enjoy the conclusion to THE LONDON TRILOGY. I may have another AUTUMN book in me, but it’ll be nothing like any of the previous instalments and it’ll tell a completely different part of the story. Until then – if it happens at all – thanks for your support. I’ve had an absolute blast returning to the grim, dark, rancid, ugly, foetid, decaying mess of the world of AUTUMN.

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RECOMMENDED READING – EPISODE THIRTEEN

CRAIG DILOUIE‘s career has been fascinating to follow. A quick scan of the archives of this site will show you how many top-notch novels he’s released over the years. From TOOTH AND NAIL back in 2010 right through to last year’s CHILDREN OF RED PEAK, his books have been varied and consistently entertaining. Having known Craig online for more than a decade, and having collaborated with him (and TIMOTHY W LONG) on THE FRONT series, I know he’s an extremely talented and hardworking chap. He’s now got himself into an enviable position – maintaining a presence in the indie marketplace, whilst putting out consistently entertaining novels through traditional publishers year-on-year: the best of both worlds.

This month sees the release of Craig’s new novel – EPISODE THIRTEEN – and it’s hugely entertaining.

Fade to Black is the newest hit ghost hunting reality TV show. Led by husband and wife team Matt and Claire Kirklin, it delivers weekly hauntings investigated by a dedicated team of ghost hunting experts.

Episode Thirteen takes them to every ghost hunter’s holy grail: the Paranormal Research Foundation. This brooding, derelict mansion holds secrets and clues about bizarre experiments that took place there in the 1970s. It’s also famously haunted, and the team hopes their scientific techniques and high tech gear will prove it. But as the house begins to reveal itself to them, proof of an afterlife might not be everything Matt dreamed of. A story told in broken pieces, in tapes, journals, and correspondence, this is the story of Episode Thirteen—and how everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure when Craig sent me the synopsis for EPISODE THIRTEEN. Found footage movies are notoriously hit and miss affairs, and I was unsure how the approach would transfer to the written word. I needn’t have worried, because this is an excellent book. Despite the potential restrictions of the epistolary format, Craig’s writing gives both the characters and the plot enough room to breathe. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I was more than happy to provide a few words to support the release: “It’s the literary equivalent of a found footage movie, and it works beautifully. Part ghost story, part metaphysical horror, total nightmare — Episode Thirteen is a must read.”

EPISODE THIRTEEN is published by REDHOOK on 24 January, and I recommend grabbing a copy and starting the new year with this creepy, unpredictable read. You can pick it up here.

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RECEOMMENDED READING – EPISODE THIRTEEN

CRAIG DILOUIE‘s career has been fascinating to follow. A quick scan of the archives of this site will show you how many top-notch novels he’s released over the years. From TOOTH AND NAIL back in 2010 right through to last year’s CHILDREN OF RED PEAK, his books have been varied and consistently entertaining. Having known Craig online for more than a decade, and having collaborated with him (and TIMOTHY W LONG) on THE FRONT series, I know he’s an extremely talented and hardworking chap. He’s now got himself into an enviable position – maintaining a presence in the indie marketplace, whilst putting out consistently entertaining novels through traditional publishers year-on-year: the best of both worlds.

This month sees the release of Craig’s new novel – EPISODE THIRTEEN – and it’s hugely entertaining.

Fade to Black is the newest hit ghost hunting reality TV show. Led by husband and wife team Matt and Claire Kirklin, it delivers weekly hauntings investigated by a dedicated team of ghost hunting experts.

Episode Thirteen takes them to every ghost hunter’s holy grail: the Paranormal Research Foundation. This brooding, derelict mansion holds secrets and clues about bizarre experiments that took place there in the 1970s. It’s also famously haunted, and the team hopes their scientific techniques and high tech gear will prove it. But as the house begins to reveal itself to them, proof of an afterlife might not be everything Matt dreamed of. A story told in broken pieces, in tapes, journals, and correspondence, this is the story of Episode Thirteen—and how everything went terribly, horribly wrong.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure when Craig sent me the synopsis for EPISODE THIRTEEN. Found footage movies are notoriously hit and miss affairs, and I was unsure how the approach would transfer to the written word. I needn’t have worried, because this is an excellent book. Despite the potential restrictions of the epistolary format, Craig’s writing gives both the characters and the plot enough room to breathe. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I was more than happy to provide a few words to support the release: “It’s the literary equivalent of a found footage movie, and it works beautifully. Part ghost story, part metaphysical horror, total nightmare — Episode Thirteen is a must read.”

EPISODE THIRTEEN is published by REDHOOK on 24 January, and I recommend grabbing a copy and starting the new year with this creepy, unpredictable read. You can pick it up here.

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AUTUMN: EXODUS – ONE WEEK TO GO

Just one week to go until AUTUMN: EXODUS hits the shelves and the London Trilogy reaches its conclusion. Here’s how to get hold of a copy:

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Audiobook and German language editions are coming soon. In the meantime, to whet your appetites, here’s an excerpt from the opening battle chapter.

THE LAST GREAT FIRE OF LONDON

The third and final Great Fire of London burned unchallenged for a week before the rains came. Unlike the first great fire, the seventeenth-century blaze everyone knew from history lessons at school, and the second that came as the result of a spectacularly brutal and lengthy bombing of the city during World War II, this was unequivocally the final great fire because, this time, there was no one left to rebuild the capital, and nothing left to rebuild it with.

The downpour started in the early hours the day before yesterday and showed no signs of abating. The roiling clouds were heavy and black with oily smoke, as was everything else, making it hard to find the point where the sky ended and the scorched remains of this once unyielding city and its undead population began.

The Tower of London had stood here for centuries, and it showed no signs of falling today. Though now surrounded by tons of compacted and charred rot, its grey stone walls remained, for the most part, intact. In comparison, many of the more modern structures around it had twisted and buckled and collapsed in the intense heat of the recent inferno. Those that were still upright were immense in their towering dilapidation, strikingly pared back to colossal skeletons of metal and concrete. Barely a single pane of glass remained unbroken, anywhere. Ceilings had become floors, collapsed downwards and now lay heaped on top of each other like the pages of discarded books. Many buildings had been reduced to basic shapes, their interiors as bland as their exteriors, no fine details remaining. From fast-food joints to exclusive penthouse suites, from newspaper stands to proud museums, embassies, and monuments and mansions, the fire had spared nothing. All life extinguished, everything had become monochrome and dull, barely a glimpse of colour left anywhere.

The wind whistled as it whipped through the empty spaces that people used to inhabit. There were other sounds too; water trickling from ruptured pipes and buckled gutters, birds calling out as they swooped to peck meat from corpses, rodents scurrying through the debris, foraging for any sort of scrap that had escaped the burn.

And even the base infrastructure, the roads, lanes and alleyways were no longer recognisable. Asphalt had buckled and cracked in the heat, and most throughways were blocked with fallen rubble. It was clear that there would be no easy avenue of escape from this hellscape for either the living or the dead.

Tens of thousands of corpses had congregated around the Tower in the days before the fire and had been trapped, wedged in position as a never-ending flood of followers had made an instinctive pilgrimage towards the flames, overburdening the space. As a result of the pressure and the heat, the compressed hordes had gradually reduced to a single compacted, carbonised, waist-high mass of diseased flesh. From a distance it looked like a lava field. Wisps of smoke rose from vent holes in the crisped flesh, and occasional bursts of flame spurted as pockets of noxious gases bubbled up and were ignited by smoulders and sparks, brief flashes of light that disappeared almost as quickly as they’d appeared. The scab-like surface remained reassuringly featureless for the most part, but occasional tiny details would bring the horror back into focus: a withered hand clutching at the air, the cremated remnants of a child’s foot dangling from the end of a blackened tibia, half a face, its lipless mouth frozen mid-scream, its tongue a brittle twig of ash, shocked dead as flames burst across it.

David, Chapman, Joanne, and Sam waited on the river for the situation to change, and the coming of the rains had been the trigger. Vicky had volunteered to attempt to reach the people trapped in the Tower once it was safe enough for her to go ashore. She’d had to edge slowly through the ocean of grim remains, dragging her feet most of the time because picking up her boots and taking steps was out of the question. What was the name of that game she used to play when she was a kid? Jack Straws, she seemed to remember. You dumped a pile of plastic sticks and other objects on the table, then used little hooks to fish out individual items without disturbing others. This morning, her feet had been the hooks, repeatedly getting caught among broken limbs, spinal cords, rib cages and pelvises that were buried out of sight. She’d been terrified of getting stuck, but she’d lost so much weight recently that for the most part she’d been able to walk on top of the sunken bits and not sink deeper into the waterlogged torsos. Once she made it to the outer wall of the Tower, Ruth used a rope to haul her up and over the battlements and she climbed down onto the other side where a path through the charred remains had already been cleared.
When she entered White Tower where the others were hiding out, they gave her a hero’s welcome, but she didn’t have time for any of that nonsense. The message she’d come to deliver was simple: ‘Pack everything. We’ve got a boat. We’re getting out of London today.’

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‘They’re coming,’ Joanne said when she saw someone signalling from the roof of the Tower, and she sank the blade of her shovel through the burnt crust that covered everything, deep into the semi-solid sludge of human remains beneath the surface. Next to her, Sam quickened his pace, the pair of them frantically trying to dig a path from the pier to the Byward Tower entrance.

After days of relative inactivity, the sudden frenzy was a rude awakening. Sam was already feeling the pace of the gruelling, physical work. He looked back to see how much they’d cleared so far. ‘Shit, you seen this?’

Joanne glanced back and saw that the remains of the dead were oozing back across the section of pathway they’d already dug out. At first, she thought it was just the weight of the sloppy morass spilling in from either side but, when she looked closer, she could see signs of activity deep within the mire, stirring up the sludge. Incredibly, things that had been buried for days were still trying to remove themselves. A shuffle, a twitch here, a spasm there – if she stared hard enough, she could see teeming movement everywhere. Worms and maggots squirmed around and between things which used to be human. The open jaw of a lop-sided face was constantly grinding. She hadn’t realised she was staring at the thing’s one remaining eye until it blinked. Near the heel of her boot, the clawed fingers of a wizened hand flexed, and she stamped hard on the crab-like thing so it couldn’t grip the cobbles and pull whatever remained of the rest of its body along.

At this rate there was a very real possibility the path might close behind them, leaving them stranded midway along the hundred metres or so they needed to clear, but there was no other way of doing this. They had to be ready for when the boat came, and she didn’t think that would be long. She could already hear its grumbling engine in the distance.

When the others had sealed themselves in, they’d left a van blocking the Byward Tower entrance. Sam could hear movement on the other side of the vehicle now, people scrambling to try and shift it. Sanjay climbed through its burnt-out interior then slid down through the hole where its windscreen had been, landing feet-first in the muck. He used the shovel he’d been carrying to steady himself from going over. ‘Good to see you, Sanj!’ Sam shouted, and Sanjay looked across in disbelief.

‘Sam? Bloody hell, I thought you were dead.’

‘Sorry to disappoint, mate.’

‘But how…?’

‘I’ll tell you later. For now, get digging. The boat’s on its way.’

Sanjay started scooping out muck from around the van’s front wheels. He’d harboured a naïve hope that they might have been able to simply release the handbrake and roll it forward, but the fire had put pay to that. The tyres had been burnt away to nothing and the wheels were locked, rusted into position. At the back of the van, Gary Welch led the efforts to shift it, invigorated by the prospect of finally escaping the impenetrable stone walls they’d been imprisoned within for a week that had felt like a decade. He sank his hands into the foetid junk that was wedged along the side of the vehicle, grabbed whatever bones he could get a grip of, then dragged what was left of the next corpse out of the way. Other people began following his lead. Beside him, Orla managed to haul up almost an entire skeleton intact, and when she heaved it over her shoulder into the air, much of its remaining flesh fell away from its bones, churned innards spilling out through the gaps between exposed ribs. Gary was splashed with gore, but he was long past the point of caring. They all were. The deterioration of the dead was such that they no longer looked like people, the way sausage no longer resembles a sow, and it was all but impossible to tell where one body ended and the next began. He and Orla both managed to grab hold of different parts of the same two corpses that had become intertwined, and between them they hurled the conjoined cadavers away from the back of the van.

Now Gary could see daylight.

‘We’re almost there. Get ready to push,’ he ordered. ‘One, two, three.’

A group of folks helped shunt the vehicle forward. Its wheels scraped along each time they shoved it, making constant but unsteady progress across cobbles that had been lubricated by the greasy ex-human sludge that coated everything.

Almost there. Almost free. Word was passed back along the line for the evacuation to begin.

Conditions inside the Tower had been harsh. According to Georgie’s meticulously kept paper records, a total of two hundred and thirty-three people remained in here, leaving more than a hundred of their original number unaccounted for. Some cowards had escaped in the clipper with Piotr and Dominic and were long gone, but the majority of the lost souls had likely perished in the fire. To those who’d been left behind, it didn’t matter: regardless of their fate, everyone else was as good as dead.

Until Vicky had appeared this morning, the prospect of getting away from the Tower had seemed remote, let alone escaping London. Hunkered down in the dark for much of the time, cramped and uncomfortable and with the world in flames around them, claustrophobia and grim uncertainty had been rife. But now they’d been given a glimmer of a chance of escape, and in the dark recesses of White Tower, frantic activity had replaced the gloomy inertia of the last week. Supplies were being boxed up, ready to be shipped out. People were getting ready to move. In one corner, Audrey Adebayo and a handful of others were deep in prayer. It pissed Vicky off more than it should have. ‘They could try helping,’ she said to Ruth. Ruth shrugged.

‘Different strokes for different folks.’

‘Yeah, but how is wishful thinking supposed to be useful? Honestly, if it hadn’t been for you and Selena and a couple of others stuck in here, I might not have bothered coming back.’

‘Don’t say that.’

‘You don’t know what I went through to get here. I’m sick of risking my neck for nothing. We’re top-heavy with lazy bastards. It’s always the same few doing the work.’

And before Ruth could respond, Vicky had gone. She waded into the middle of the chaos to try and get things moving.

Marianne was floundering. ‘I’ve got this Marianne,’ Vicky said. ‘You move out with the others.’

The fear in her face was clear. ‘I’m sorry. I thought I was helping, but I’m just getting in the way.’

‘Doesn’t matter. Just go.’

‘I just thought I should—’

‘Go!’ Vicky said again, and this time Marianne did, though she was forced to move to the side when Lisa Kaur came barging through from outside.

‘Leave the rest of the stuff,’ she shouted, her voice loud enough to silence everyone left inside the Tower. ‘Just get yourselves out of here fast. Carry what you can, forget everything else.’

Vicky grabbed her arm. ‘What’s wrong? Boat here?’

‘Not yet.’

‘What then?’

‘The dead are coming.’

AUTUMN: EXODUS is released on 10 January. Until then, here’s a reminder of the important links:

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Happy Holidays!

Well, I don’t think that was the year any of us were expecting. Another twelve months packed with enough chaos, confusion, cruelty, and crap to put dystopian writers like me out of business. Sometimes I close my eyes and think back to those innocent days of the pre-2020’s… it’s incredible how much the world has changed in a relatively short period of time.

It’s been a tricky year for me personally. I wrote previously about my mum’s sudden death last January. It’s literally taken until this week to finalise her estate. Dealing with her affairs has taken an unexpected amount of time and effort, distracting from (and frequently completely derailing) the day job. It’s not all been bad news here, though. I have an incredible family that I’m insanely proud of, and their numbers are increasing! As I reported in May, this year saw the arrival of Autumn, my magnificently named second granddaughter.

I’ve learnt not to take anything for granted anymore, but I’m cautiously optimistic about what 2023 might hold in terms of writing. AUTUMN: EXODUS will be hitting the shelves in January, and early feedback has been extremely positive.

A quick plug – signed copies of EXODUS have been flying off the shelves here. You can order limited edition hardcovers and signed paperbacks from Infected Books and the IB ETSY store. Get in quick if you want a hardcover – they’re almost all gone!

I’ve achieved exactly what I set out to do with THE LONDON TRILOGY. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my return to the grim, rotting world of AUTUMN, but I’m looking forward to working on a number of new projects in 2023. In the summer I wrote about how, at my current working pace, I calculated I have more than a century’s worth of writing ideas accumulated. In an effort to reduce the backlog, I’ve been cranking out a few short stories that I intend sharing on this site during 2023 and beyond. Watch out for 12STORIES – coming soon. I’m also planning to catch up on the plethora of film and book recommendations I’ve stockpiled to share here.

You might have noticed the less than cryptic comments in my recent posts about the screen adaptation of HATER. I still can’t say anything yet, but there’s been more movement on this in the last year than in the last decade. Of course, with projects like this there’s no certainty until you actually see them on the screen, but I promise I’ll share more details as soon as I’m given the go-ahead. Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.

Right, it’s time for me to shut the office door for a few days. I normally close these end of year posts with a randomly chosen, holidays inspired horror image. I’ve recently taken to sharing pictures of our cats as click bait – it works for other horror authors, so why shouldn’t I? So here’s a photograph of Sydney, our youngest cat. Another quick plug – Syd was bred by Steweart and Katie, parents of baby Autumn, and she’s an amazing creature. If you’re in the UK and you’re in the market for a British Blue, check out TOTS OF TUDOR on Facebook.

Some of you will have noticed that she’s a British shorthair, the same breed as Church in the original film adaptation of Stephen King’s Pet Semetary. She has the same intensity, don’t you think?

She sees you when you’re sleeping
And she knows when you’re awake
She knows if you’ve been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake…

Wherever you are and whatever you celebrate, I wish you and your families the very best for the holiday season. See you back here in early 2023.

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A look back at One of Us Will be Dead by Morning

All the focus has been on AUTUMN: THE LONDON TRILOGY for the last year and a bit, but as it’s five years this month since ONE OF US WILL BE DEAD BY MORNING was published, I thought I’d shine a light on the HATER books for a change.

If you missed it (and, regrettably, a lot of people did), OOUWBDBM was the first book in the FINAL WAR series – otherwise known as the second HATER trilogy. I think I’ve talked about the thinking behind the series before, but it’s worth repeating. Back in 2015/16 I was working on the HATER movie with ED BARRATT. Our focus shifted to TV when a major studio expressed an interest in shooting a pilot. As I thought more about the project, I realised that the scope and scale of the original HATER books would present problems for a long-form drama. They tell Danny McCoyne’s story in detail, but there’s lots happening elsewhere that’s only alluded to because our focus is almost exclusively on one man and (what’s left of) his family. In a story about division, the solution was obvious – I needed to find an Unchanged narrator and show the same events happening from the opposing perspective.

Both my agent and St Martin’s Press were supportive, and a deal was struck. OOUWBDBM was the first book out of the blocks and… and it didn’t do as well as I’d hoped. I was (and still am) very happy with the book, but it wasn’t what people were expecting. It didn’t sell well and is currently out of print. Sadly, it’s also my worst reviewed book on Goodreads. I remain very proud of the novel and of the series as a whole, particularly how the other two books ALL ROADS END HERE, and CHOKEHOLD, wrap themselves around and between DOG BLOOD and THEM OR US and massively expand the whole HATER world.

The fewer left alive, the higher the stakes.
Kill the others, before one of them kills you.

Fourteen people are trapped on Skek, a barren island in the middle of the North Sea somewhere between the coasts of the UK and Denmark. Over the years this place has served many purposes—a fishing settlement, a military outpost, a scientific base—but one by one its inhabitants have abandoned its inhospitable shores. Today it’s home to Hazleton Adventure Experiences, an extreme sports company specialising in corporate team building events.

Life there is fragile and tough. One slip is all it takes. A momentary lapse leads to a tragic accident, but when the body count quickly starts to rise, questions are inevitably asked. Are the deaths coincidental, or something else entirely? Those people you thought you knew, can you really trust them? Is the person standing next to you a killer? Will you be their next victim?

A horrific discovery changes everything, and a trickle of rumors becomes a tsunami of fear. Is this the beginning of the end of everything, or a situation constructed by the mass hysteria of a handful of desperate and terrified people?

This isn’t a melancholy post lamenting the book’s lack of sales. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. I’m cautiously optimistic that 2023 will see a resurgence of interest in the entire HATER saga. If I could tell you what I want to tell you about HATER right now, I think your heads would probably explode. But I can’t. Not yet.

ONE OF US WILL BE DEAD BY MORNING is available as an ebook and audiobook.

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Autumn: Exodus – pre-orders now shipping

The trilogy is complete, the books are here, and the pre-orders are now shipping. If you’ve already ordered a signed copy of AUTUMN: EXODUS from Infected Books, it’ll be on its way to you within the next two days. Thanks to everyone who ordered in advance. I’m humbled by your ongoing support.

If you want a signed copy, details are here. If you’re in the EU or would rather place your order through Etsy, you can order the limited edition through this link, and the paperback here. All orders will be signed and personalised as requested.

The book is officially released on 10 January next year. The audiobook and German editions are in production. You can pre-order from all the usual online places here:

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AUTUMN: EXODUS – pre-orders now open

As the title of this post suggests, you can now pre-order AUTUMN: EXODUS – the climactic final novel in the LONDON TRILOGY. As with the other books in this series, limited edition hardcovers and signed paperbacks are available from Infected Books. Order now via www.infectedbooks.co.uk, and you’ll get an immediate download of the new novel. Signed pre-orders will start shipping from early- to mid-December.

The official release date is 10 January 2023, and pre-sale links for the eBook and paperback versions will start popping up at Amazon, B&N, and all the usual online locations over the next few days and weeks. An audiobook and a German language edition (Herbst: Exodus) will also follow.

LONDON IS DEAD!

A great fire has swept through the heart of the city, destroying everything in its path. The living, the dead, and the undead alike have been wiped out. And yet, protected by the impenetrable walls of the Tower of London, the remaining members of the Monument group have somehow survived. Now, they must strike out if they want to stay alive.

They’re going to have to risk everything to get out of here, then risk it all again to reach Ledsey Cross, a fabled safe haven hundreds of miles away.

Every step they take will be fraught with danger. There will be no shortcuts, and no easy options. To stand any chance of a future, the group will have to trek through the harshest of winters, across a land ruled by the living dead.

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Autumn: Exodus – cover reveal

Craig Paton has worked his magic again. Here’s the cover for AUTUMN: EXODUS. The book releases in January 2023, with pre-orders opening very soon.

Need to catch up with the rest of THE LONDON TRILOGY in advance of the new release? Read more about AUTUMN: DAWN and AUTUMN: INFERNO here or on the AUTUMN website, www.lastoftheliving.net.

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