The Hill (The Spread, #1)

by Iain Rob Wright

Because we’re blokes, and blokes don’t nag each other. Blokes don’t tell each when they have drug problems or relationship issues. They don’t tell each other they have cancer. We stick it out on our own, alone and terrified.

This is sadly accurate, still!

Ryan gripped the kitchen counter, still dizzy from the battle with the rabbit. “As long as we stay inside, we’ll be fine.”

Monty Python and the Holy Grail anyone?

“Me too.” Ryan glanced around, alert, worried. Afraid. Stomach acids rose into his throat. His guts were trying to tell him something. They were trying to tell him that the weekend wasn’t over – and that home was still far away.

There had been only darkness, but then came the light. Dim at first, but slowly spreading wide and bright like the petals of a tulip, it cut through the shadows and illuminated metal edges and splintered wood.