Book Blitz - Mary Hades By Sarah Dalton {Excerpt & Giveaway}
Mary Hades
Author: Sarah Dalton
Publication Date: June 2014
Genres: Horror,Young Adult
Genres: Horror,Young Adult
Not many seventeen year old girls have a best friend who’s a ghost, but then Mary Hades isn’t your average teenager.
Scarred
physically and mentally from a fire, her parents decide a holiday to an
idyllic village in North Yorkshire will help her recover. Nestled in
the middle of five moors, Mary expects to have a boring week stuck in a
caravan with her parents. Little does she know, evil lurks in the
campsite…
Seth Lockwood—a local fairground worker with a dark secret—might be the key to uncovering the murky history that has blighted Nettleby. But Mary is drawn to him in a way that has her questioning her judgement.
Helped by her dead best friend and a quirky gay Goth couple, Mary must stop the unusual deaths occurring in Nettleby. But can she prevent her heart from being broken?
The first in a series of dark YA novels, Mary Hades follows on from the bestselling Kindle Single My Daylight Monsters. A spine-tingling tale with romance, readers will be shocked and entertained in equal measure.
Seth Lockwood—a local fairground worker with a dark secret—might be the key to uncovering the murky history that has blighted Nettleby. But Mary is drawn to him in a way that has her questioning her judgement.
Helped by her dead best friend and a quirky gay Goth couple, Mary must stop the unusual deaths occurring in Nettleby. But can she prevent her heart from being broken?
The first in a series of dark YA novels, Mary Hades follows on from the bestselling Kindle Single My Daylight Monsters. A spine-tingling tale with romance, readers will be shocked and entertained in equal measure.
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Excerpt
The smell of exhaust fumes sneaks in through the open car window. The
leather seats stick to my bare thighs, and the sound of honking horns
is my soundtrack as everyone decides to try to travel on the motorway at
the same time. In the front of the car, my parents argue while holding
the AA road map across the dashboard. I lean back against the head rest
of the back seat in our stationary vehicle, and zone out the traffic
jam, parental swearing, and fumes by plugging in my iPod and escaping
into the music.
A few hours later—after a greasy meal at the motorway service
station—we leave the major roads behind at last, and navigate the
twisting rural lanes of North Yorkshire. It’s moorland here, heather
growing amongst the spongy grass, stretching out for what feels like
forever. Jagged rocks peek out of hillsides. The occasional sheep looks
up and stares at our car, chewing its grass in a languid, deliberate
motion, as though its mind is occupied elsewhere.
I lean forward, hitting the back of Mum’s seat with my shoulder. “There’s nothing here. What are we going to be doing?”
“We’re not there yet,” Dad reminds me, grinning at me in the rear view mirror. “Positive thinking, Mares.”
I
sigh and lean back into my seat. I guess he’s right. I let my head
swing to one side, watching the world go by. This bit—I like.
I
love the way the greens and browns merge together as the car travels
through the countryside. Beneath me the car rocks like a cradle. I used
to read wherever we went somewhere, but now I follow the landscape with
my eyes, picking out the occasional stream, the flowers in the grass
verge, and the black and white splodges of cows.
A fleeting
memory pops into my mind—driving through the countryside with Dad, him
slowing the car to a crawl so I can reach out of the open window and
pick the long flowers swaying above the reedy grass. He had one of those
‘Dad’ smiles—the ones where their eyes are sad because you’re growing
up so fast. Then he whispered, “Don’t tell your mum. If she knew you’d
had even a finger out of that window…” I’d giggled. Knowing that we were
breaking Mum’s car-rules made it even more fun.
But then the
world changes. That safe feeling is pulled out from underneath me, as
though I’ve leapt high into the air before glancing down to see the
trampoline disappear. My heart freezes before it quickens and the hairs
stand up on the back of my neck. My throat tightens. I clutch the edge
of the seat so hard I feel the blood drain from my hands.
You would think I’m used to seeing them now, but I’m not. I never will be.
Standing
like a scarecrow in the middle of a crop field, is one of them. Its
skull shines through its face, and haunting sunken eyes stare at me,
dark as night. A chill passes over my body.
This is a warning.
About the Author
Sarah grew up in the middle of nowhere in the countryside
of Derbyshire and as a result has an over-active imagination. She has
been an avid reader for most of her life, taking inspiration from the
stories she read as a child, and the novels she devoured as an adult.
Sarah mainly writes speculative fiction for a Young Adult audience and has had pieces of short fiction published in the Medulla Literary Review, PANK magazine and the British Fantasy Society publication Dark Horizons. Her short story 'Vampires Wear Chanel' is featured in the Wyvern Publication Fangtales available here:
Sarah's debut novel The Blemished is a fast paced young adult dystopia set in a fractured Britain. It follows the events of Mina Hart, a young Blemished girl who has a dangerous secret, as she tries to escape the dreaded Operation and get out of Area 14.
Sarah mainly writes speculative fiction for a Young Adult audience and has had pieces of short fiction published in the Medulla Literary Review, PANK magazine and the British Fantasy Society publication Dark Horizons. Her short story 'Vampires Wear Chanel' is featured in the Wyvern Publication Fangtales available here:
Sarah's debut novel The Blemished is a fast paced young adult dystopia set in a fractured Britain. It follows the events of Mina Hart, a young Blemished girl who has a dangerous secret, as she tries to escape the dreaded Operation and get out of Area 14.
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