Samhain Guest Author: Jonathan Janz

Fellow Samhain Horror author Jonathan Janz just published his modern-gothic nightmare ‘The Sorrows‘ in ebook (the trade paperback follows in 2012) and has already announced his next, the sublimely-titled and cover-illustrated ‘House of Skin‘. Mr Janz took time out of his busy schedule to answer a few questions for my blog and I’m very glad he did as the answers are very insightful indeed. So, without further ado, take it away Mr Janz!

The Sorrows - out now

The Sorrows - out now1. Your novel 'The Sorrows' debuts as part of the Samhain Horror line this December. Can you tell us about the novel and the inspiration behind it?

1. Your novel ‘The Sorrows’ debuts as part of the Samhain Horror line this December. Can you tell us about the novel and the inspiration behind it?

Absolutely! The synopsis, of course, can be found at the Samhain Horror website and just about anywhere else books are sold, but I don’t want to give you a canned answer. Therefore, I’ll say that The Sorrows, while completely original and unique, is essentially a fresh take on the themes covered in several famous horror novels. Arthur Machen and Brian Keene, to name just two, have examined the legend of the god Pan and how a Pan-like antagonist might behave in contemporary society–particularly in a milieu where his bestial powers would be the most potent. In my novel the Pan-like creature is given what I think is a unique origin story and then unleashed on several sympathetic and unsympathetic characters.

Stephen King explored the concept of an edifice or a locale existing as a sort of psychic battery in The Shining; I explore that concept in The Sorrows because the entire island is a magnet for vengeful spirits.

And answering your question from a third perspective, I’ve long been fascinated by the art of movie music composition. How did Bernard Herrmann write the scores for Psycho and Vertigo? What about John Williams and his numerous masterpieces? My protagonists are movie music composers, and they’re scoring a big budget horror film by a director so evil he seems to be straight out of a horror movie. And, of course, by the end of the novel, the composers and the director are both pitted against an evil so diabolical that there’s no escaping it.

2. Care to reveal more about your clear fascination with gothic horror?

I love the gothic structure for a number of reasons, but above all I’m enthralled by the idea that evil is a living, breathing entity. Sin never really dies, at least sin for which there has been no atonement or remorse. All of us are fallible and all of us make mistakes. But there are human monsters in our midst all the time even if we don’t recognize them as such. People can perform unspeakable acts and appear perfectly normal to their peers. I explore that idea in The Sorrows, and further, through the gothic structure I can dramatize the sin that left such an indelible stain before I depict the manner in which that individual faces his or her reckoning. Only the gothic sub genre, I believe, allows the storyteller that specific angle of dread and horror.

3. Samhain Publishing is a new player in the horror literature field. What drew you to them as a publisher and how has it been working with them?

Don D’Auria. Simple answer, I know, but it’s the truth. Because of Don, I became familiar with Jack Ketchum and Richard Laymon, who’ve both been incredibly important in my walk as an author. Additionally, Don has discovered or published other authors (like Brian Keene) who continue to influence me. Working with Don and Samhain has been amazing. He’s grounded yet incredibly skilled, patient yet very driven, and he never makes me feel stupid even when the questions I ask could be characterized by that adjective. I’m very thankful for Don, and working with him has been even better than I thought it would be.

4. Winter has descended over Castle Blackwood and you are snowed in. Luckily there is plenty of food to keep The Sorrows at bay. Around the banqueting table are 6 chairs. Who’s dining with you, and why?

This will be incredibly cheesy, but to quote John Mellencamp, that’s the kind of fella I am. I would choose my wife, my four-year-old daughter (gotta put her first to ward off middle-child syndrome), my six-year-old son, and my baby daughter. Assuming I take one of the remaining two chairs, that leaves one place. And though my conscience tells me I should choose another family member or a friend to inhabit that chair, let me instead say at least one interesting thing in this answer and choose Stephen King. I doubt I’ll ever get the chance to meet him, but if I did, I’d likely be a blithering idiot, and dinner would be a disaster. But I’d still get to break bread with him, which would make my embarrassment worth it.

5. Where do you feel the horror genre stands nowadays and what does your crystal ball predict for the genre’s future?

There’s a writer named James Macdonald (I think) who’s referred to as Uncle Jim on the AbsoluteWrite website. He makes an awesome analogy about the attitude of some literary fiction writers versus the attitude of most commercial fiction writers. He imagines the former standing around cupping single grains of sand in their hands, cherishing those grains, and jealously (and perhaps haughtily) guarding them from the rest of the world. Then he imagines himself (as a stand-in, I assume, for all commercial fiction writers) in an ice-cream stand on the beach inviting anyone within shouting distance to come enjoy a cone. That, in my opinion, is how we as a genre need to grow. Horror is a universal emotion, and it should be a universal genre. We should welcome writers who write horror but don’t call it that (Cormac McCarthy, for instance) just as much as we should welcome writers who deal in werewolves and zombies. The more inclusive we are, the larger readership we’ll eventually reach. So blow up the gates, I say, and make it one huge party.

6. What is your favorite work of fiction (horror or otherwise) and why?

My favorite horror novel is Peter Straub’s Ghost Story. My favorite novel overall is Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine. I love the Straub book because it showed me that much of what I’d often dreamed about and felt could be expressed in a novel. I love Dandelion Wine because, as cheesy as this sounds, it’s love on paper. I cherish that book and can’t wait to read it with my children. Ghost Story, too, of course, but that one will have to wait until they’re at least seven-years-old. 🙂

house of skin - coming 2012

House of Skin - coming 2012


7. What next from Jonathan Janz? What are your hopes, dreams…and nightmares for the future?

This summer will see my second Samhain Horror release, a gothic novel titled House of Skin. I’m very proud of it and anxious for the world to read it. After that, hopefully, will come the novel I’m just about done editing (Loving Demons) and the novel I’m about eighty-percent finished with (Native). My career dream is to write full-time, but as long as my family and I are healthy and happy and together, I’ll have all I need.

8. As many people will know, Samhain Publishing is named for the ancient tradition that became every horrorhead’s favorite festival of Halloween. What would make for your best ever Samhain celebration?

I won’t give you a boring answer about my kids here, so how about this: Stephen King, Jack Ketchum, Peter Straub, Richard Matheson, and Joe R. Lansdale journey to a haunted castle with the Samhain Horror writers (including you, of course*), and we stage our own Lake Geneva Lord Byron/Mary Shelley all-night ghost story session in front of a fire while the storm and the winds outside rage. That’d make for one fine Samhain!

My thanks to Jonathan Janz for the awesome and insightful Q&A!

Be sure to check out a spine-tingling excerpt & pick up a copy of ‘The Sorrows’ at the Samhain Horror Store.

And to keep up-to-date on all things Jonathan Janz, visit his website: http://jonathanjanz.com

*Cheers! See you there dude…i’ll bring the ‘Transylvanian Red’ 🙂

The Book of the Film

Received my author copy of the ‘Panic Button’ paperback today (thanks to all at All2gethr HQ!). This is, of course, my movie novelization based upon the screenplay for the film (out now on UK DVD/Blu-ray). The Panic Button book is out now (from the film’s producers via their imprint ‘All2gethr Industries’) & available at both Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk. My thanks to John Shackleton, David Shillitoe and Gareth Davies for their help & support.

Panic Button - the book of the film OUT NOW!

Panic Button - the book of the film OUT NOW!

So, I got to thinking about all those ‘books of the film’ I devoured as a kid. Movie novelizations have always been a bit of a guilty pleasure, but in recent years there has been a bit of a resurgence in interest with tentpole genre movie adaptations from cool writers such as Ramsey Campbell and Tim Lebbon, among others. Is that me trying to justify indluging such a guilty pleasure, by saying they’re cool? Truth is, I’ve always enjoyed them!

Showing my age here, but this was back in the day when home video was yet to arrive and change things forever. The closest a kid could get to the cinema experience was the old Universal/Hammer tellybox double bills on the BBC over the weekend, or a special screening of six minutes (WOW, SIX MINUTES!) of silent Super 8 footage from “Star Wars” (as it was then known, none of this “Episode IV” malarkey) at a wealthier friend’s house. Sigh, those were the days when the only spoilers for a movie were contained within the shiny panels of a fold-out collectable poster magazine, of which I had dozens as a child – everything ranging from E.T., through the Star Trek movies, to Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers (“ee-gee-bee-gee-bee-gee, what’s up Buck?”). Which brings me neatly back to ‘the book of the film’.

Red pages, movie stills, BORE WORMS!

Red pages, movie stills, BORE WORMS!

I often read (well, devoured, is probably a truer term) these ahead of the film in question’s release, spending long hours poring over the ‘8 pages of color photographs!’ sandwiched between the already-yellowing pages of high octane movie-based narrative and snappy dialogue. Part of the fun was seeing how the events in the book matched up with the film when I finally got to see it, kind of an act of adaptation in reverse, if you will. Some of my favorites still grace my shelves, Arthur Byron Cover’s ‘Flash Gordon’ being an all-time fave of mine. I loved the lurid, 30s, pulp fiction style of Cover’s adaptation and still do – especially the chapter subtitles, which YELL at the reader, for example: ‘CHAPTER SEVEN: FLASH BITES THE BIG ONE!’ I had no idea, at the tender age of ten years old, what ‘biting the big one’ actually meant. But it made quite an impression on me, especially in the context of the ‘8 pages of color photos!’ which featured the lovely Ornella Muti as Princess Aura about to fall victim to the dubious attentions of the ‘bore worms’. “Underling, I’m bored. What plaything can you offer me today?” says Ming the Merciless. Quite.

Me, circa 1983. Santa brings The Last Starfighter. Happiness ensues.

Me, circa 1983. Santa brings The Last Starfighter. Happiness ensues.

Other cherished movie reads of mine included ‘Star Wars’ and its pre-‘Empire Strikes Back’ “sequel”; ‘Splinter of the Mind’s Eye’ (both from movie novel legend Alan Dean Foster), ‘TRON’, ‘The Last Starfighter’, ‘The Black Hole’, ‘Krull’, ‘Outland’ and, of course, the grandaddy of them all, William Kotzwinkle’s (LOVE that name) ‘E.T. The Extra Terrestrial’. And it wasn’t all science fiction, oh no, take for instance the beautiful ‘Nosferatu’ novelization (pictured above) with its red-tinted page edges and gorgeous black and white photo gallery (I particularly enjoy how the impossibly beautiful Isabelle Adjani is credited as ‘Isabelle ADJANI’ in each of her photos – quite RIGHT, too).

As you can probably tell, during the process of developing the Panic Button novelization, I got a bit misty eyed about the cinematic cookbooks of yesteryear and did some research around the subject. There are movie novels based on movies based on already existing novels (phew!), pseudo-sequels and spin-offs based on film franchises desperate to keep the ball rolling (and the cash registers ringing) while the property is still ‘hot’, and books that feature fonts so large you could read them from the moon – all for a sturdier page count and thicker, more consumer-friendly spine.

If, having read this far, you’re feeling a bit nostalgic too for these oh-so-guilty pleasures then I urge you to check out these links, which are filled with wonders:

  • Revenge of the Novelizations (amusing reviews of classics and some “not-so-classic-classics” of the form): Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.
  • Cult Film Freak interview with the mighty novelizer Alan Dean Foster.
  • Joe Queenan ponders terrors including Hannah Montana adaptations at The Guardian.

Now, I’m gonna pop my author copy of ‘Panic Button’ on the shelf in pride-of-place next to Arthur Byron Cover’s ‘Flash Gordon’ and, if just for a few moments, feel like that 10 year-old kid again.

Panic Button: Uptown Top Ranking

source: IMDb Pro Movie Meter (Nov 15 2011)

News just in that Panic Button is currently ranked #31 on IMDb. Up 46,038% in popularity this week!

Some context – that’s higher global ranking than the likes of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 and Captain America: The First Avenger (dig: those: colons!).

That is a big deal for everyone involved, well done to the entire team!

A request – if you liked the movie, please take a moment to click thru & give the film a quick rating/review. It will make a big difference to a little indie picture, thank you. (if you hated the movie please go and have a nice cup of tea and a sit down instead…) 😀

The Lamplighters: news digest!

Wow, what a week it’s been for The Lamplighters!

The ebook held the #1 spot in Samhain Publishing’s Horror Bestsellers for 10 days since its release on November 1st.

The first review of The Lamplighters came in and it’s a goody!

I did a guest blog about all things Lamplighters at The Top Shelf, my thanks to Misty Rayburn:
http://www.the-top-shelf.com/?p=2404

Then, my publisher Samhain got in touch and informed me I was “voted a close 2nd to Ramsey Campbell in their favorite horror author election.” I had no idea! Thanks to all the kind readers who voted, and am looking forward to cosying up in my Samhain Horror hoodie while working on my next book 🙂

"*model not included" dammit. she looks like she could keep a feller cosy!

And hey, if you’d like to win a Samhain Book Voucher worth $5 to spend on The Lamplighters or any other title, just ‘like’ this Facebook page. Go there now and do it folks. The winner will be drawn at random on November 13th.

Last but not least, a 2-page ad for the Samhain Horror line appeared in HorrorHound #32, go here to see a snapshot in all its glory.

What’s next? Well, the movie novelization of ‘Panic Button‘ (out now on UK DVD/Blu-ray to tons of great reviews) is coming soon, and I am working on book #3 along with new feature film projects. Yup, as the freezing English fog draws in, that hoodie is gonna be very handy!

‘Til next slime, take scare my f(r)iends.

Panic at the AFM

Here’s wishing the Panic Button production team lots of sales ops at the American Film Market where the movie screens today.

Check out the movie’s official site for this and other screening details, and a new poster created especially for the AFM:

Still on topic, the folks over at the Panic Button’s Facebook just posted this photo, which made me smile:

Smell the fear! Panic Button production team check out the novelisation.

Yes folks, the proof copy of the Panic Button movie novelization has arrived at their offices! More about the book soon, meantime I urge you to check out viral site All2gethr.com for some social networking satire and a few treats and surprises. All2gethr.com could well become your alternative to that other well-known social networking site, which is allegedly under threat from hacking group ‘Anonymous’. Hmmm, wonder who ‘Anonymous’ might be? And are they on Google+….?

Meantime, Panic Button releases on DVD and Bluray in the UK via CineBritannia, November 7th. It will be available as VOD on Sky Movies Box Office from Nov 7th.

For more info about Panic Button, check out my new page dedicated to the movie and forthcoming novel.

This is Hallowe’ek

It’s been a helluva couple of days here at Lee Towers. Hallowe’en was a blast as always and I am now only just removing the last of the pumpkin soup from my hair… those pesky trick or treaters. The Lamplighters ebook launch went off with a cauldron-sized bang. I had fun giving away Samhain Book Vouchers on Facebook & Twitter, and answering probing questions & posting excerpts at the Samhain Cafe.

The dollop of cream on top of the pumpkin pie was the news that The Lamplighters hit the #1 spot in Samhain Publishing’s Horror Bestsellers list, thanks to all those purchasing the ebook. I made the screengrab (below) as I’m fully aware that these things are only fleeting ~ and The Lamplighters sure as hell can’t hold off all that amazing Samhain Horror talent for long!

Talking of which, I traded interviews with fellow Samhain author Hunter Shea (if you missed it, you can check out his insightful interview here) and you can read my musings on all things horror, The Lamplighters and my fishiest secrets at Hunter’s official website.

Yup, it’s Hallowe’en all week here… so here’s wishing you a Happy Hallowe’ek!

Countdown to The Lamplighters: 1 day

Today’s Lamplighters Countdown post is… well, a bit of a rant about HALLOWE’EN.

What inspired this post was a trip to my local library last week, where I spotted this poster on my way out:

a warm Hallowe'en welcome?

What really blows about the message of the poster is the assumption that trick or treating is somehow “anti-social behaviour waiting to happen”.

Give me a break. Really.

Now I understand that costumed freaks knocking on the door for sweets* might be intimidating if you’re a little old lady (*candy if you’re reading this in the good ol’ U.S. of A.). I get that, I really do. I’ve lived in some of the roughest areas of the sprawling metropolis in my time, and I admit that a couple of times I was bricking it when I answered the door on Hallowe’en night. But I have always, always opened my door to trick or treaters.

In fact the day I don’t answer the door, to a bunch of kids dressed up in their Hallowe’en finest, with a ceramic Jack Skellington head filled with treats is the exact same day I’m officially no longer useful. I mean it, it’s proof-positive that I’ve become an old fart (oh, okay that happened already). But if that day really does happen, go ahead and ship me out to Resyk. Turn me into Soylent Green (“…is people!”). The day I don’t open my door to trick or treaters is the day I succumb to the fears that the cretins at the Daily Mail would have me losing sleep over. It’s the day I lose my optimism that the Great Unknown, the Big What If might offer something fun, something different, maybe something challenging and – yes – scary.

Hallowe’en (and its origins) is all about us facing up to perhaps our greatest fear of all – that of our own mortality. Samhain rites around the world have resonated with the simple, common core idea that we should honour our dead on one day of the year – stare death in the face and celebrate it – laugh at it. Celebrate death? How queer. Think about it, if we can do that then we are no longer afraid – and we might even be inclined to give ourselves over to some optimism and fun for at least some of the days and nights that we are still on the planet.

And we might even be inclined to open that door and make a child’s day by joining in with the fun.

I say save the bah humbug for Christmastime, and here’s wishing everyone – young and old – A HAPPY HALLOWE’EN!

a warmer Hallowe'en welcome!

Countdown to The Lamplighters: 2 days

Today’s Lamplighters Countdown post is the opening chapter from my novel.

Dim the lights, grab a flagon of pumpkin juice and read on if you dare 🙂

And if after that your bloodlust isn’t sated, why not head on over to the Samhain Horror store, where you can read excerpts from all the currently available and upcoming titles.

Cheers for reading. ‘Til next slime, take scare!

Excerpt from ‘The Lamplighters’:

Copyright © 2011 Frazer Lee
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

“It’s the greatest job in the world.”

Vera smiled as she said the words.

“All I have to do is turn on the damn lights, water the plants; a few chores…”

Static crackled in her ear — the phone line was lousy tonight.

“Are you still there?”

“Yes,” came the reply, “but I can hardly hear you. There’s a weird kind of… echo.”

“It’s Jessie’s uplink,” Vera chuckled, “We’re not really allowed to call anyone from the island…”

“Sorry… how… calling me?”

Christ, the line was getting choppy. Vera pressed the cordless handset closer to her ear, then checked herself.

“As if that’ll make any difference,” she said. Probably talking to herself now.

The crackling grew louder. She could still hear her friend’s voice, buried beneath layers of digital cacophony. A faint echo smothered by an avalanche of noise.

There was something else in the mix too; an ominous growling hum like the electricity pylons near her home. Berlin, so far away now. Even as she thought it, the hum grew; drowning out what little was left of her friend’s staccato tones.

And with a click, silence.

Scheiße,” she cursed, stabbing the redial button. The phone was completely dead. Hacking an outside line was a fine art, she appreciated that, but Jessie clearly needed some new software. And she’d be giving that little bag of smoke back too.

First things first. Vera put the handset in its cradle and headed for the kitchen. She walked over to the huge range in the centre of the room and ignited all four of the gas taps. Then, crouching on her haunches, she turned the oven on full blast. The expensive smoked glass oven door afforded her a look at her own reflection. Only a month on Meditrine Island and already she looked five years younger. Amazing. Gone were the dark grey shadows around her eyes – even her signature brittle dry hair had a new luster. Berlin could take care of itself, thanks very much. The island really was like a fountain of youth, she thought as she rose and crossed to the patio door.

Unclipping the latch, Vera had to use two hands to slide the glass behemoth open. Whoever owned this house had a serious heavy glass fetish. Stepping out into the night, her senses were flooded. The island’s fresh air was like no other; an intoxicating blend of jasmine and ocean spray. When she went back to the city, she’d have to remember to bottle and sell it.

Click.

Her quiet moment was suddenly blasted with fifteen hundred watts of raw security lighting as she stepped in front of the infrared sensors. She cursed the light for blinding her as she picked up the watering can, blinking away the white-hot glare. The light had brought the mosquitoes a-calling too. They whizzed around her as she dashed back into the kitchen.

Vera filled the watering can with cool, clear water at the bath-sized sink. This was the least tedious of her tasks – the plants were going to drink their fill tonight. Amidst such fabulous wealth, such meticulous order, it felt good that a mere backpacker could decide the fate of items so precious to their millionaire owners.

Millionaires? Billionaires, more likely.

She remembered Jessie’s sardonic voice from the first time they’d hung out together, gossiping about who owned these mansions; this island. But Vera didn’t really care who the owners were. That they were paying her handsomely to do a few chores was all she cared about. And the most strenuous chore was watering the plants. Easy money. “The job’s a doozy,” Jessie had giggled. ‘Doozy Jessie’ been working on the island longer than Vera and seemed to be going a little stir crazy…

As the water rose closer to the brim of the watering can, the security lights clicked off suddenly. Like everything else on the island they ran to a tight schedule, thought Vera. As she did so, milliseconds before the light bulbs faded, Vera saw something outside.

A figure.

She blinked twice, slow and firm. The ghost imprint of the blinding bulbs still there, forming crescent shaped black holes in her mind’s eye. Was there someone out there?

Vera blinked again, then swore furiously as liquid spilled onto her feet. Soaked, she closed the faucet and let the watering can rest in the sink unit. Shouldn’t have smoked that joint before coming up to the house, she thought, sounding for all the world like her mother. Scatterbrain, she used to call Vera whenever she lost the power to function normally; everyday tasks becoming impossibly hilarious missions. She still wondered if her mother had known her daughter was stoned, or if she simply believed her child was missing a neuron or two million.

The old clumsiness was really kicking in now, as she left little pools of water on the tiled floor on her way to the patio. Putting the can down (yet more spills) she grabbed the door handle and pulled with all her might.

Swoosh.

The glass giant slid open easier this time. Vera bent down to pick up the can — then the smell hit her.

Something had invaded the envelope of jasmine and surf, corrupting the very night air with its presence. A hospital smell, harsh and synthetic, like the way her dentist smelled. She’d hated the dentist since she was a kid. Had he followed her here, to paradise, tracking her down after all these years to do all that work she had chickened out of? To tut and frown disapprovingly through his paper mask, noting her cannabis-stained enamel and ugly overbite?

She leaned out into the night air, her nostrils searching for the source of the stifling smell. It was mixed with something else now, like ripe leather.

Click.

He was standing right next to her, impossibly close. Vera’s heart blasted into her mouth, choking her scream. The source of the smell regarded her idly, his black eyes like camera lenses. Cold. Unforgiving.

Before she could react, Vera heard a swooshing sound. The smell of rubber gloves perversely filled her nostrils, pushing all the way back into her throat as if someone really had jammed two fingers up her nose. The intruder’s dark form was a monolith, burned into her eyes by the security lights.

Click.

Swoosh.

The bulbs faded once more. Vera’s senses imploded as the sliding door crushed her skull against the alloy doorframe.

Crunch.

Swoosh, as the door slid back again.

Crunch.

Vera’s body jerked uselessly then fell still; her brains spattered across the cool, thick glass.

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Countdown to The Lamplighters: 4 days

Today’s Lamplighters Countdown post is all about a fun Hallowe’en contest:

Light a lamp for The Lamplighters and WIN a FREE “VACATION”** ON “MEDITRINE ISLAND”**

**well, a copy of The Lamplighters ebook that will transport you there!

Here’s how:

1. change your Facebook profile photo to The Lamplighters image you see on your left anytime between now and 1st November

2. post on the Wall at The Lamplighters Facebook Page in the comments box under the post about this contest

It’s easy as that!

3 lucky winners will be drawn at random through the day on 1st Nov, when the ebook launches.

**the actual prize is a $5 Gift Certificate to use in the Samhain Store on a copy of The Lamplighters (or any other book that takes your fancy!)

Good luck, and don’t forget to pack your sunSCREAM – it gets rather hot & SCARY on Meditrine Island this time of year (or any time of year for that matter)…

‘Til next slime, take scare,
Frazer x

About The Lamplighters:
Life on Meditrine Island is luxurious…but brief.

Marla Neuborn has found the best post-grad job in the world – as a ‘Lamplighter’ working on Meditrine Island, an exclusive idyllic paradise owned and operated by a consortium of billionaires. All Lamplighters have to do is tend to the mansions, cook and clean, and turn on lights to make it appear the owners are home. But the job comes with conditions. Marla will not know the exact location of the island, and she will have no contact with the outside world for the duration of her stay.

Once on the island, Marla quickly learns the billionaire lifestyle is not all it is made out to be. The chief of security rules Meditrine with an iron fist. His private police force patrols the shores night and day, and CCTV cameras watch the Lamplighters relentlessly. Soon Marla will also discover first-hand that the island hides a terrible secret. She’ll meet the resident known as the Skin Mechanic. And she’ll find out why so few Lamplighters ever leave the island alive.

More info/Buy:
https://frazerlee.wordpress.com/the-lamplighters