by Zoe Markham
Genre: YA Fantasy/Horror
Release Date: July 2017
Summary from Goodreads:
Benjamin is a programmer moonlighting as a security guard at Dystopia, a seedy club that caters to the down-and-outs, the desperate, the addicts. He's been building his reputation, saving for a way out - but when he rescues a young woman from the nearby estate, he may just have stepped too far out of line...
Lucy is ordinary; a girl with a deadbeat boyfriend, a normal life and college studies. But when her world takes an odd twist, she starts to wonder about the people she's meeting, the situations she's in, the odd aversions and attacks happening around her. They're just coincidences...aren't they?
And Zack is in deep trouble. He's losing his girlfriend, drowning in debt, and has dwindling job prospects - and that's not the worst of it. His debt is to people who won't ever forget it, and who want the things closest to Zack's heart: his blood - and his life. In the heart of Swindon, an ancient order hides in plain sight, spreading their influence through the streets like a disease. But despite their widespread power they are catching up with the modern world: the vampires are going online, and the Order is about to become more powerful than even they would have dreamed...
About the Author
Mild-mannered editor by day, puppet-master of broken souls by night.
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EXCERPT
Ben
could feel the pulsing of the club’s bass in the air, as another Big Saturday
Night loomed for the locals. He never understood why any of them would want to
spend their time in a dark, overcrowded room filled with the same souls who
cluttered up their front gates and front rooms all week long. They drank the
same drinks and listened to the same music, took the same drugs and got into
the same fights. The only difference was that at Dystopia they had to pay well
over the odds for the privilege, in more ways than one. He knew he should be
grateful. If they didn’t show up every Saturday night and consistently line
Viktor’s pockets, life would be a whole lot more complicated. And if Ben hadn’t
come up with a way to bleed even more cash out of the ones who stayed home,
he’d be working nights out here a whole lot more. And that didn’t bear thinking
about.
As
he pushed back his hood, he caught sight of Dan looking decidedly unhappy on
the door. Ben checked his watch and saw that he was only fifteen minutes late.
It wasn’t even midnight yet; the real troublemakers would only just be starting
to rise to the surface. There would still be police doing the rounds for an
hour or so yet. Well not Police-police, the dress-up ones – Community Support
Officers. They’d give the usual suspects a telling off and throw some empty
threats in a stern tone if need be. They’d run for cover at the first sign of
any real trouble though. And people wondered how things had ever got so bad
around here . . .
Dan’s
granite jaw was sporting an angry scowl beneath a light covering of snow.
Before Ben even got one syllable into a greeting, he’d hooked his staff pass
around Ben’s neck, pressed the ornamental walkie-talkie into his hand, spat his
gum out at his feet, and turned to make his way inside.
Must’ve
been a long fifteen minutes, Ben thought to himself, looking around. There was
no queue and no sign of any trouble, but nevertheless it looked like he
wouldn’t have a chance to nip inside to see if there was anything he needed to
catch up on. It had been almost a month since he was last here. Little ever
changed, but there might be new faces to watch out for. Still, it wasn’t likely
to be anything he couldn’t handle either way. Sighing and stretching
indulgently on the spot, he planted his feet, ready to wait out his shift.
The
staff pass that Dan had unceremoniously offloaded was generic, and pointlessly
decorative. The regulars knew how the place was run, and the whole point of the
club was to turn anyone who got through the door into a regular. They didn’t
bother with photo ID. Dystopia was Swindon’s best known family-run night club.
And it was invite-only on a Saturday night. Everyone with an invite recognised
the staff, and knew never to mess with them. No one needed to see a pass anyway
– the pallid skin, red-rimmed eyes and unmistakable attitude were easy
identifiers. Every member of staff’s body-language, from bouncers to
bartenders, screamed: “There is not a single thing you could ever do to hurt
me.”
They
were more than just staff, of course, but the punters never found that out
until it was too late.
They
were Clan, an ancient order of immortals hiding in plain sight.
The
select, foolish few who turned up without an invite to try their luck were soon
shown the error of their ways, invariably in a manner they wouldn’t soon
forget. That said, it was generally implied that as long as they had the
entrance fee, they would be welcome the following night. It was something of a
mixed message, but somehow it always seemed to get through.
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