Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Burrowing into my core - an extract from The Shadow Fabric

The case, I’d assumed, would hold a musical instrument. A violin. But no…as Stanley popped the lock and pulled it open, the Shadow Fabric proved to be what its name suggests: a roll of black fabric, loosely bunched in places, the material somewhere between silk and velvet. It played with the room’s lighting which gave the illusion it wasn’t entirely there. The way it toyed with the senses, the way something wasn’t quite right about it, I felt I had to immediately avert my eyes or I’d get caught out. Sussed. It was as though I allowed something to see me…or to see into me; into my being, burrowing into my core.
- The Shadow Fabric, Mark Cassell

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Mark Cassell lives in a rural part of the UK with his wife and a number of animals. He often dreams of dystopian futures, peculiar creatures, and flitting shadows. Primarily a horror writer, his steampunk, fantasy, and SF stories have featured in several anthologies and ezines.

His debut novel, The Shadow Fabric, is a supernatural story and is available from Amazon.

Twitter: @Mark_Cassell Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorMarkCassell

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