X7 is a slim but punchy little anthology from a new small press called Knightwatch, and is edited by Alex Davis. Its theme? The Seven Deadly Sins...
'We are punished by our sins, not for them' - Elbert Hubbard.
X7 takes you
on a sinister, startling and scintillating journey through the
deadliest of sins with seven superb horror tales.
In these pages both
hero and anti-hero will succumb to sin and reap the results of their
behaviour. Be it the gastronomic society that uncovers a unusual
delicacy, a brother seeking to become closer to his lost sister, the
wrath of a serial killer – and his psychologist – being unleashed or the
simple sin of lazing a while by the waterside, this anthology will
shock and surprise and equal measure.
Featuring new and exclusive
stories from Alex Bell, Simon Bestwick, Simon Clark, Tom Fletcher,
Amelia Mangan, Gaie Sebold and Nicholas Royle.
As you can see, it's a bloody good line-up. My own contribution is on the them of Greed, and it's called 'Stormcats.' Here's a quick sample:
'At the bottom of the slope, where a shore of silt and
loose stone was forming where the grass had been washed away, lay a
tide-mark of straggly fur.
Aaron went down to the water’s edge. Rats, maybe? But
he already knew they weren’t.
Cats. All along the shoreline – there had to be thirty
or forty of them, washed up at his door. All dead, of course,
long-drowned. None, that he could see, still had eyes. Movement in
the water – he looked up to see more limp, furred bodies being
washed in.
...
He looked down at the cats again, prodded the closest
one with his foot.
It moved.
Aaron leapt back. Must be trapped gas, or something
inside it, eating it from within. But no; the cat writhed there
brokenly, then rolled and rose up on its paws, then looked around
and, despite its absence of eyes, it saw him. And when it did, it
hissed and arched its spine, the remainder of its bedraggled hair
rising on end as it did.
The whole shoreline was moving now, the rest of the cats
thrashing back into life and motion – getting to their feet and
hissing, arching their backs –
And starting to advance.
Aaron backed away. The ones in the water were moving
too. They floundered their way to shore, to join the other cats –
the other dead cats –
as they advanced on him.'
1 comment:
Hi Simon is there a non kindle version around.
Wayne Mook.
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