Hello, Book Dragons! Today I would like to welcome you all on my stop of the Blog Tour for Hinton Hollow Death Trip By Will Carver and I would like to share an extract from the book, with all of you. Thank you very much to Anne from Random Things Tours for the invitation. Please do show some love to all the wonderful book bloggers on this blog tour by following and sharing their work. 🙂
Publisher: Orenda Books
Genre: Mystery and Thrillers
Release date: 13 08 2020
Price*: Kindle £3.79 (GBP)/ Paperback £8.99 (GBP)
Kindle $7.99 (USD)/ Paperback $15.95 (USD)
Pages: ~ 320
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Description of the book: It’s a small story. A small town with small lives that you would never have heard about if none of this had happened.
Hinton Hollow. Population 5,120.
Little Henry Wallace was eight years old and one hundred miles from home before anyone talked to him. His mother placed him on a train with a label around his neck, asking for him to be kept safe for a week, kept away from Hinton Hollow.
Because something was coming.
Narrated by Evil itself, Hinton Hollow Death Trip recounts five days in the history of this small rural town, when darkness paid a visit and infected its residents. A visit that made them act in unnatural ways. Prodding at their insecurities. Nudging at their secrets and desires. Coaxing out the malevolence suppressed within them. Showing their true selves.
Making them cheat.
Making them steal.
Making them kill.
Detective Sergeant Pace had returned to his childhood home. To escape the things he had done in the city. To go back to something simple. But he was not alone. Evil had a plan.
Where you will be introduced to:
A boy on a train
A pig hater
A food lover
A window breaker
and your narrator.
DON’T READ THIS
You can leave now, if you want. Don’t even bother finishing this page. Forget you were ever here. There must be something else you could be doing. Get away. Go on.
This is the last time I try to save you.
Go and work out. Cook yourself something from scratch instead of ordering in. Binge on that TV show everyone is talking about. Enrol yourself in that night-school photography course. Because you will think this is strange. Then it will make you angry. Then it gets worse.
I know what you’re thinking.
Who am I to tell you what to do?
Okay. Don’t listen. You weren’t, anyway.
It’s a small story. That’s what you’re getting here. A small town with small lives that you’d never have known about if you’d left when you had the chance.
There’s a crossroads.
You can see the park from the woods. And the school rooftop just beyond. There’s a bench in between now. Where it happened. The golden plaque screwed into the wooden seat is for the young boy. The message, from his older brother and his father.
The mother isn’t mentioned.
It’s less than a minute to drive into the centre of Hinton Hollow but people in this town tend to walk. That will take seven minutes at a brisk pace. Ten minutes on the way back because it’s slightly uphill and you often have a bag of shopping. It takes Mrs Beaufort twice as long but she is much older. And she had that scare. With her chest. When it all happened.
The summer had seemed to stretch on for an extra month, keeping the skies light and the air warm. Parents had no need for the autumn cardigans that lined the racks at Rock-a-Buy but, still, they bought them. Because that is what you do in Hinton Hollow. It is the same reason there is still a bakery on the high street, though bread is much cheaper in the supermarkets of neighbouring towns, and it lasts longer. And there’s one pub that everybody goes to – The Arboreal – and Fourbears independent bookshop, which refuses to go out of business.
Hinton Hollow was safe. It was exactly the same as it had always been. A place preserved. Existing in a time that has long since passed.
Then I came. And I didn’t care about any of that.
It took five days. Small time for a small story. But long enough to touch every path and shopfront, to creep through every alleyway and caress every doorstep. To nudge almost all who lived there as I passed through.
I’m not sorry.
The more awful people become, the worse I have to be.
It’s getting harder to be me.
So, if you’re not at the gym or boiling some pasta or scrolling through Netflix, it means that you didn’t go. You didn’t take my advice. You’re still here.
And I’m still here.
That says it all, doesn’t it?
You want to know.
You want to know about Evil.
About the author: Will Carver is the internationally bestselling author of the January David series. He spent his early years in Germany but returned to the UK at age eleven when his sporting career took off. He turned down a professional rugby contract to study theatre and television at King Alfred’s, Winchester, where he set up a successful theatre company. He currently runs his own fitness and nutrition company and lives in Reading with his two children. Good Samaritans was the book of the year in Guardian, Telegraph and Daily Express, and hit number one on the ebook charts.
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