Writing fiction has been of interest to me for as long as I can remember. One of my favourite things in school was when the teacher gave us free rein to write a fiction story of our choice, I actually found one of these that I'd received an A* for in my old student record of achievement file. It was strange reading it back, ten pages of A4 painfully scripted by hand in fountain pen. I am only thirty four years of age and ball point had obviously been invented, so god knows why I slogged it out in fountain pen, but I did.
Three prominent world figureheads disappear following The World Summit in Kuala Lumpur. The following day, U.S. President John Remy is found dead in his hotel room.
Nestled in the quiet and remote Cornish village of Trellen, The Old Chapel should be the ideal holiday getaway; but it’s not, for something is wrong with The Old Chapel. Very wrong.