Thursday, December 1, 2011

Book Spotlight: The Sulphur Diaries

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The Sulphur Diaries by Georgina Kamsika:

Alice is in deep trouble.
The police have found her covered in blood and surrounded by corpses.  The dazed teenager explains that she had befriended an angel to help her escape her tiny Yorkshire village that is situated over a gate to hell.
Why?  Because the Harvest was coming and the love of her life was up for selection.

For more information, including first three chapters to read or download, see Georgina Kamsika's author website.

Released by Legend Press, The Sulphur Diaries is available as a paperback at and WH Smith or in Kindle (UK site).  Also available from the US Amazon on Kindle.

Author Bio:

Georgina Kamsika was born in South Yorkshire, the youngest child to her Anglo-Indian immigrant parents. After attending a local catholic school, she escaped to university in Nottingham and began writing. Many years later, she began taking her writing seriously and has had several speculative short stories published in magazines and the odd anthology. She is lucky enough to have three friends who write and they work together weekly, sharing ideas, discussing writing techniques and motivating each other.

She admits to being a geek and whenever she’s not writing, she loves reading and walking her two dogs in the local woods. Her partner, Andy, is very patient and supports her at all times, even when her only response is ‘shush, go away. Writing’.

The Sulphur Diaries Excerpt:

“There is blood everywhere, on the walls, on the tables; I’m not sure what I just stood in, but it’s slippery.
Johnny! I scream, to be heard over the racket from outside, but there’s no answer and I can’t see him in the dim light. There’s a wet thump against the outer wall, though I daren’t look out of the windows. If I do, I might never be able to look away.
The shrieking outside is like nothing I’ve ever heard, and I freeze. Clenching my hands to stop their trembling, I peer into the gloom. Soft red light from some torches show me nothing but a puppet-show of shadows fighting outside. I recognise some of the locals: Mr Higgins, the Croft twins, their shapes easy to pick out as they struggle against the imps.
There seem to be more of them now. Where are they coming from? I remember calling to Lyle – not even an hour ago, however much it feels like days – but why are these imps attacking, why–”

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