The Truth – the marvels of your local library

The Truth gathers pace, the characters are set on the path to determination, desolation, death or the worst thing that can ever happen.

Then a respectable man, our Dark Man, walks into his local library and asks about maps. There he is astounded to find everything he needs is just a question and a drawer away and with meticulous detail, he sifts through all of the maps back to the First Edition of the mid 1860’s. There it is! on the road where he narrowly missed the dog and got a puncture for his troubles, he finds the one thing he most desperately needs.

The old cottage with the for sale or to let sign outside it. It is isolated, secluded and not overlooked. It has many ways in and out and from the looks of it, is an old sprawling estate with many outbuildings and a courtyard. It could not be a better place to execute his Plan if he had drawn it on his own map.

The Truth, described by some as Midsomer Murders meets Quentin Tarantino, currently on Authonomy, the HarperCollins book review site, take a look if you dare.

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About purpleandrew

Andrew, recently diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome is a 53 year old former geologist always had short hair, suited & booted for work. That all changed when the credit crunch hit. Now a complimentary therapist, hospital radio presenter, and writer. Andrew writes crime thrillers, Young Adult, and fantasy books as well as blogging about writing and other stuff that he feels strongly about.
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