It’s a new kind of storytelling that harks back to the golden age of serial fiction – a time when novellas, and not heavily padded five hundred page books, were the norm.
September was her favourite time of the year, and late September, when the autumn was just preparing to hand over to winter, when there was still a residue of the late summer warmth in the air, as well as the crisp promise of the iciness to come, had always been, as far as Missy was concerned, the finest chunk of that particular month.
The sky itself seemed to glow at this time of year.
September was a time of promise.
A time of rebirth.
Not this September, though.
This September, Missy would remember as, the time the dead walked.
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Book Three: Necropolis follows soon.
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