The House of Wrath and Sorrow

. She peered into the bedroom; the old, yellowed newspapers taped to the windows cast a sickly yellow glow that made the room dim, but not enough to hide the horror of the place. She heard a movement to the left, and her heart lurched inside her slight slim chest; no child should see these things, but she had no choice, so she edged deeper inside. Everywhere was adorned in flies, both alive and dead, and a slick layer of mould and sweat covered every surface. She saw the unused mildew-covered bed and knew he was there, to the right of it, just beside the overturned nightstand. The chains rattled like tumbled bone upon a clock dial, and she saw the figure scrabble forward, restrained by the collar, pulling the rusted links to the maximum. And then she heard the awful sound of his breathing: a gurgling rasp that grated upon her mind like splinters of iron. A strange girl is found stumbling along the back roads north of Drail City, and for Detective Asher a dark and strange journey begins, where all roads lead back to an old decaying house, a house of madness, mutilation and malignant evil. Out beyond the city limits a deep secret lurks hidden, just below the surface, but not yet buried.Brand new for 2016 from award winning underground writer D G Jones, The House of Wrath and Sorrow is an old fashioned horror story that grips like a rusted vice and bites like an ancient viper, laced with the most hideous imagery and disturbing scenes, it is a story that drags the reader deeper and deeper into a blood splattered secret world of unhallowed insanity. It is for those who come in search of nightmares… Warning: Explicit Material.Websites: www.theflayedprince.co.ukwww.necropolisliterature.com

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