So, the complete story can finally be told. The Quarantined City is out now from Infinity Plus, who I couldn't be happier working with again. Big thanks to Keith Brooke for taking on the book, his spot-on editing, and for the excellent cover.
It's a book I'm very proud of, despite it's troubled pre-Infinity Plus life. It's my first novel, technically, although it was never written as such. I hope readers enjoy finding out he secrets of Fellows, the reclusive writer Boursier, and the quarantined city itself as much as I enjoyed writing it. And it was a genuinely enjoyable book to write, my unnamed city being a space where so many of my favourite literary ideas could be set loose.
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Paperback (ISBN: 1533255660): Amazon US; Amazon UK; Amazon Canada; CreateSpace
The Quarantined City: sealed off from the outside world, with only the sight of the ocean to remind its inhabitants of life beyond. No one knows why the city has been quarantined and conspiracy theories abound.
But for Fellows life continues largely as before. He walks the streets, hunts out rare books; the sun continues to shine and the gulls circle above.
There’s the small matter of the ghost haunting his house, but Fellows doesn’t let himself think of that.
But when he tracks down a story by the reclusive writer known as Boursier, his old certainties fade as he becomes aware that the secrets of the city, the ghostly child, and the quarantine itself, might be more connected than he thinks.
Reviews:
"...There is an edge of Murakami here, we are in a world just slightly skewed from our own but all the more foreign for that. Everington has a crystal clear prose style, reminiscent of J G Ballard but, like China Mieville, twisted toward the gothic..." Damien G Walter
"There is a wonderfully surreal quality to this story so far... the writing skill here and the narrative hooks are enough to keep readers coming back to see how it will all play out." The Geekiary
"This is the kind of thing Everington does better than just about anybody: the sense of contamination across the author-reader lines, the suggestion of the double... the nameless disquiet. We have our horror authors who focus on cosmic terror, who focus on physical distress, who focus on moral revulsion, but Everington is one of the few horror bards of unease—that prickling sensation that something must be wrong, even if you can’t pinpoint it—and this story, a kind of liminal horror, is proof." Lauren James
