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The Spirit of Peterborough:
First Edition: Published 2014 A Place in Time, The Night Runner, The Ghost Walks, Where A Good Man Falls 
Peterborough, just an ordinary city full of people like you and me, steeped in history, totally unique. We all know the past can affect the future, but what if it was more than perhaps you might think!
These are stories about fictional people of our time who are drawn into adventures of a 'ghostly mysteriousness.' Some contain true historical links and some are tales of strange happenings based around well-documented spooky occurrences. All are ghostly tales one way or another. The 'Spirit of Peterborough' can see through all of time as he dips in and tells us these stories as they unfold before him. You'll never see Peterborough in quite the same light again . . . and if you are not from the area I pledge you'll enjoy a truly unique experience reading this. "You see, what is time? . . . What happened then has affected us now, and I feel our presence here now has relevance to the past. I've been part of something from long ago. In my dreams . . . I'm sure of it . . . and I think you both have too.” Sometimes the truth is stranger than the fiction.'RRP |
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ISBN: 978-0-9929573-0-8
RRP:Price: £7.99 178 Pages Book size: 148 x 210 Type: Fiction Readership: YA -A From the couple that moved to the area to find their garden contains a secret from the past, to a young man who discovers that events of two decades earlier have played a major part in his life. Then there are the 'Ghost walks' that lead a couple of teenagers to the strangest of encounters with someone from the past . . . and what secret can an old relic innocently discovered three miles from the city centre possibly hold? There is something here for everyone that likes a tale of the strange and unusual. These stories are all completely different and will eventually be produced as stand alone single volumes as well. But, who is The 'Spirit of Peterborough' ? What does he really see as he hands us the narrative? Once you've taken in the stories he tells, you may never see the City in quite the same light! |
. . . an excerpt from 'A Place in Time'
'Suddenly she became alert, as through the flickers, she could see a figure standing motionless. As she instinctively slowed she could see who it was, but surely not! This couldn't be!
“Neil?” She stopped and wound down the window, immediately realising that the rain and wind had now grown much stronger. He just looked straight ahead. “Get in, I'll run you back home,” she said, it being the obvious course of action as his home was actually where she was heading anyway.
He climbed into the passenger's seat still looking blankly straight in front. Nasra became immediately somewhat uneasy. What on earth was he doing here? She glanced across at the bedraggled figure, not really sure what to say next.
“Neil?” She stopped and wound down the window, immediately realising that the rain and wind had now grown much stronger. He just looked straight ahead. “Get in, I'll run you back home,” she said, it being the obvious course of action as his home was actually where she was heading anyway.
He climbed into the passenger's seat still looking blankly straight in front. Nasra became immediately somewhat uneasy. What on earth was he doing here? She glanced across at the bedraggled figure, not really sure what to say next.
“What are you doing out here then?” He didn't reply. Nasra paused for a moment then tried again. “Look, if something's the matter I'm sure we can sort it out.” She looked away from the wheel across at Neil. His face was pale and expressionless as if he'd had a complete breakdown. Quickly she was forced to refocus her attention on the road in front as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. Sweat oozed from every gland as a shudder ran down her spine. Where was she going? Her mind was now locked into a memory battle she couldn't win. For a second or two she couldn't remember anything. Where was she even heading? There was only a second or two to dwell on this before something else caught her attention - the car was accelerating and they were heading towards the roundabout!'
"What the . . .” Nasra couldn't get the words out, every drop of her concentration was now being sapped by the demands of what lay in front of her. She was forced to take the roundabout at high speed. There was nothing coming but she certainly wouldn't have been able to stop if there had been!
Now they were nearly at the slip road onto the A47. Rain was beating down, the groaning wipers were doing their best but it seemed that she had no control over her vehicle.
“Neil . . Neil!” she shrieked. He didn't speak. He sat there looking vacantly straight ahead through the windscreen. Then she realised that his coat was unusually long and thick, with the hood erect and covering his entire head. It made him look quite odd, she'd never seen him like this before.
Her Nissan Micra screamed down the parkway overtaking anything in its path. The vehicle was shaking, and so was Nasra. She could see the next major roundabout fast approaching as she gasped for breath. The car was not slowing down. Nasra screamed, the lights of another vehicle on the roundabout were almost upon her. Instinctively she shut her eyes and her hands left the wheel to protect her face as the tyres screeched and then . . . suddenly . . . everywhere was black.'
