Paris Singer's Blog

Sometimes I'll get so involved with the current novel I'm writing, I'll forget there are others I've yet to publish ... Still, I remembered this one, which is progress, I think.
This one was uncomfortable to write, to say the least, and actually came to me in a fever dream.
And, man, the research into Victorian slang was something else (I never thought I'd write the word "guttersnipe", let alone this many times!). I digress.
The story has strong elements of psychological horror, but also suspense. There is a twist, but I'd say it's more about the horrible journey the protagonist has to endure -- him, and others like him.
Happy ending? Hm, maybe. Perspective, I suppose.
Anyway, here's the blurb thingy:

"In the slums of Victorian London, a young boy known only as Rat is driven to commit a terrible crime to feed his desperate family. But when he's caught by a mysterious flower girl named Violet, whose eyes seem to hold a dark and sinister allure, he's drawn into a world of madness and terror.

In a world that has abandoned them, Rat and Violet will challenge everything you believe about innocence, survival, and the true nature of wealth.

A psychological horror that cuts deeper than a blade, this novel reveals the terrifying truth: Sometimes, the most monstrous acts are born from the most human of needs."

Ah, one last thing: it comes out October 1st. Everywhere, I believe. And it's on pre-order:

https://mybook.to/RatintheRookery

books2read.com/u/mvEqX6

I hope you're having a lovely day. ^ ^

Paris

A Rat in the Rookery (a psychological thriller set in Victorian London): COMPLETED

Hidden Jade (a novella set in The Sky Drifter universe): COMPLETED

The Murder Club (a psychological thriller): In Progress

The Burning King (a continuation of The Skull Collector): In Progress

Sunlight Express (a Dark Fantasy novel): In Progress

6 Steps (a psychological horror): In Progress

Dear, Reader;

With compliments I would like to inform you that, as of right now--December 20--The Sky Drifter 99c sale has begun, ending on Jan 2.
I wish you a very merry Christmas and a happy and prosperous New Year.

Paris

Dear reader;

Succinctly I would like to relay,
the 'Skull Collector' is on her way:

'A little girl, her parents lost, alone she cries in the world. Found is she by a self-seeking pig, and promptly then she is sold. The Doll-Maker she meets, as her he does greet, and tells her parents he will restore; if only she would, through forests and woods, find coffins and open their doors; for inside them lies, the things he delights, the skulls he will use for his dolls.'

PUBLIC WARNING:

Dear readers;

agaisnt all odds, logic and the basic laws of Nature I have heard from a trusted source that the unthinkable has happened-Mr Cage is real.
The source does not wish me to reveal their name for fear they will be found by Mr Cage.
I, being his creator, fear him not, as I am certain to be immune to him and, as such, find it my duty and responsibility to warn anyone and everyone not to go looking for him.
I cannot divulge further details except that, should you come across his name on a popular social site-DO NOT contact him.
I have done what I can...

There has been a tragic death in the house...And I'm the culprit..I did it. The weapon I so inadvertently used was my elbow. No one else can be blamed, as it was only the two of us there. As we lay, side by side, I rolled over...and committed the most heinous crime. I tried to raise my eyes to look at myself in the mirror, but couldn't; I just..couldn't bring myself to do it.
And now, as I drown in the guilt of the aftermath, I wait in the darkness for my crime to be discovered. Suddenly, eyes watch my every move and every shadow has an accusatary voice-like the cows in Great Expectations.
Even now, the corpse is hidden in my room, next to me, like The Purloined Letter. At night, I can feel the presence there..It screams, it blames, it cries out for justice...
Sleepless nights and five o'clock shadows are giving me away...Ever time I close my eyes, I see the oozing black blood on my hands.
I will be found out..I will be caught. The guilt and remorse I carry are hurting my shoulders; so much so that I find it difficult to walk upright. There is that voice, my conscience, I suppose, that begs me to confess.
I think I must. I must confess. If not for me, for my soul, then for my victim.
A proper burial is needed and I need to pay for my crime.
As I confess to my murderous deeds I, for the first time, can utter these words out loud:

'Rest in peace, Kindle.'

Hello;

Just to let you know that from Saturday 8th of September until Tues 11th you will be able to get Shadows Of Perception totally, absolutely, definitely, simply..free on Kindle.