The Shadow Roads of Night (Novelettes by Ebony Jasper Eldritch...

The drive from Dover to Edinburgh is a long one. The containers full of goods from the continent came into Dover by ferry and to Folkstone by train under the channel, then they all got divided up and sent out to different distribution centres for different companies and firms. Our lot, for example, got dumped in a little town just north-west of Dover, named Whitfield. That’s where my drive began. From there it’s seven and a half hours, 462 miles, to the supply centre in Edinburgh. It’s a route I’d done a thousand times before, easily. Ten years at the company and by now I was pretty familiar with all their routes. Dover to London, Dover to Cardiff, to Birmingham, to Manchester, and to Edinburgh. Suffice to say I knew what I was doing. I knew what lay ahead. You people that live in the light, that inhabit the daytime, you have no idea what’s out there. The dark is not empty. You’re just blind in it. This night, though… this night was different. Be warned: the tale within contains graphic references to death by road traffic incidents several times.

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