WHEN DEATH KNOWS YOUR NAME – AMAZON PAPERBACK AND KINDLE

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It was only visible for an instant. Less a sound as a breath aloud, an echo when the first sound was nought. She was aware of the ground rushing up to meet her, but the first contact would remain a mystery. The muffled ‘oh’ of her involuntary sigh merged with the piercing flashes of colour that fringed her view. The pain, both heavily dull and sharply intense, dispensed with all other considerations.

Then the silence, the terrifying, numbing silence. A warm sweet sensation invaded her mouth, over her tongue, on her lips. That strange

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The girl pulled down her dress, but it only emphasised its shortness. Her furrowed brow and worried eyes caught Rennie’s attention.
‘You recognise me?’ Though staring intently his voice was low and controlled.
‘You do look familiar. Are you on the telly?’
‘You could say that.’
‘So you’re famous? Should I know your name?’
‘I have a public image, but no, you shouldn’t know my name. Now what do they call you?’
‘Angel.’
‘Well Angel, that dress isn’t going to take itself off, is it?’
‘We are impatient aren’t we…er?’
‘Call me…er…call me Al, ha.’
‘What’s so funny?’ The girl could not hide her anxiety in this man’s presence. He emanated something strange that she could not quite determine, but it made her skin crawl.
‘It’s a private joke dear, don’t worry.’
Kicking her dress aside she decided it was best to just get this over with. She ran her hands slowly down her body, whilst summoning a smile and speaking in her best approximation of a seductive voice.
‘So what do you want to do?’
Again his awful grin, totally lacking in any warmth.
‘You have no idea what I want to do.’ Unblinking he walked towards her.

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A place to dream another’s dream, or live their nightmare.

The Hôtel de Rêves was a place of faded grandeur and strange delights. A source of false mythology, its reality was stranger than fiction; its clientele both select and random. Some came to try its strange curiosity and left, quiet and troubled, never to return. Some were immersed in the experience and went home refreshed and excited. Others were gripped by this organic, yet unnatural opiate; returning as hollow-eyed addicts, over and over again. Maria came to live the dreams of others, but found only a nightmare that was all too real.

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WHEN DEATH KNOWS YOUR NAME – AMAZON PAPERBACK AND KINDLE

If you haven’t bought it, buy it. If you have, buy it again. You see now why it’s writing and not marketing.

WDKYN_v1 (1)

It was only visible for an instant. Less a sound as a breath aloud, an echo when the first sound was nought. She was aware of the ground rushing up to meet her, but the first contact would remain a mystery. The muffled ‘oh’ of her involuntary sigh merged with the piercing flashes of colour that fringed her view. The pain, both heavily dull and sharply intense, dispensed with all other considerations.

Then the silence, the terrifying, numbing silence. A warm sweet sensation invaded her mouth, over her tongue, on her lips. That strange metallic taste of blood, of death.

           In that moment her future, her plans, became her present and her past. Her body panic, her grooming, her pedicured perfumed self would ensure only a beautiful corpse. Designer clothes and dream weddings would remain unseen. She would be cloaked in the earth and wedded to the grave.

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ANALYSIS

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In Analysis, a slow day allows for a remembrance of days gone by; days when therapy was required. Ralphy battles with his philosophy and his dreams, as his analyst is frustrated and irritated. Balls of string are collected, shoes filled with lard and God is asked to explain wasps. As he recounts his life, Ralphy explains the case of Miss Miller and her unborn murdered husband.

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The following session was uncomfortable for Ralphy, as he was again wary about what he was telling the doctor and he had started to think that asking questions about bread and his love life was slightly offensive. To delay any further strange questions, Ralphy told the doctor of his most recent dream in which he had met God.

In the dream, Ralphy had found himself sitting on a cloud next to an old man with a long white beard, a man who looked like Father Christmas with a bit more class and slightly less of a weight problem. It was a fairly traditional image, but it helped Ralphy to realise that he was sitting next to the big man himself. Luckily, Ralphy was not overawed by this revelation, as he did not believe in God, although he had to admit that he was looking awfully healthy for a figment of someone’s imagination.

After inquiring after the big man’s health, Ralphy decided to go on the offensive, as it was not every day that you had the chance to question God. He first asked about beetles and how he could justify creating beasts that were nothing but walking lunches, and stupid walking lunches at that. Why had God decided that there was a great need for wasps in the world? After all, what is the role of the wasp? It buzzes, it flies, and it is annoyed with every other living creature on the planet. He had given the insect an almighty chip on its shoulder and not given it the sense to realise how small it was. The Nazis of the insect world, they had a life that seemingly consisted of anger and rolled up newspapers.

The Almighty One was not at all pleased with this frivolous conversation and he began to get a little annoyed. He interrupted Ralphy in the middle of a question about goats cheese, to put a couple of his own points across, after all it may have been Ralphy’s dream but this was some guest star. He explained that things had not gone according to plan at all, more according to Matthew, Mark, Luke and John; John in particular annoyed him, as all his talk of apocalypses and the like had greatly hyped his comeback into a big budget production. Even the basics had been taken in the wrong way, such as free will. It was free-wheel he had said; after all, with famine, flood, pestilence and disease rife how much free will did one have.

Sending his son to earth was a complete public relations disaster and he had done nothing but apologise to Jesus ever since. He was however, pleased with the book sale figures, which had been so good that he was considering a sequel; although he was still toying with the concept of new characters. God was really opening up, when an angel appeared and, apologising for interrupting, announced that ‘Old Nick’ had popped up to chat over a few ideas for the coming decade. God sighed and said that ‘it was good’, whatever that meant, before saying farewell and leaving Ralphy. Just as he was disappearing, he turned and smiling, said that all things considered he still found wasps funny. At this point Ralphy awoke feeling strangely calm and warm, with a bright light beaming at him. He got off the kitchen table, turned out the light and went to the bathroom to wash the custard off.

 

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Ted was a surprisingly disgusting man, surprisingly because having come across initially as disgusting; he then proceeded to outdo himself. As he stood in the centre of the room, Ted performed a detailed demonstration of underwear reorganisation, interrupted only by regular sessions of testicle scratching and intermittent searches that at one point saw his arm disappear up to the elbow. All of this was accompanied by a repertoire of facial tics and grimaces, reminiscent of a nervous baboon on acid. Ted however listened to the tale so far and was of the opinion that he could certainly help.

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WHEN DEATH KNOWS YOUR NAME – IN PAPERBACK AND AS A KINDLE EDITION AT AMAZON AND BARNES AND NOBLE

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It was only visible for an instant. Less a sound as a breath aloud, an echo when the first sound was nought. She was aware of the ground rushing up to meet her, but the first contact would remain a mystery. The muffled ‘oh’ of her involuntary sigh merged with the piercing flashes of colour that fringed her view. The pain, both heavily dull and sharply intense, dispensed with all other considerations.

Then the silence, the terrifying, numbing silence. A warm sweet sensation invaded her mouth, over her tongue, on her lips. That strange metallic taste of blood, of death.

           In that moment her future, her plans, became her present and her past. Her body panic, her grooming, her pedicured perfumed self would ensure only a beautiful corpse. Designer clothes and dream weddings would remain unseen. She would be cloaked in the earth and wedded to the grave.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/When-Death-Knows-Your-Name/dp/1481813447/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1376996189&sr=1-1