An imPerfect Samhain - Rowan, C N
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The walls between the worlds are thin. The nights draw in. And monsters walk abroad... October 30th, 1958. France's papers are haunted by the spectre of the Algerian War of Independence. But that still doesn't explain why they're silent about a child's skeleton, washed up on a French beach. No stories, no breaking news. Nothing but a set of police photos, delivered anonymously to my hands. And bite marks on the skeleton, too big for any human to have made. So my best friend, Aicha, and I head to the city of Nice to investigate. But what we find is more missing children, and an emerging…mehr

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The walls between the worlds are thin. The nights draw in. And monsters walk abroad... October 30th, 1958. France's papers are haunted by the spectre of the Algerian War of Independence. But that still doesn't explain why they're silent about a child's skeleton, washed up on a French beach. No stories, no breaking news. Nothing but a set of police photos, delivered anonymously to my hands. And bite marks on the skeleton, too big for any human to have made. So my best friend, Aicha, and I head to the city of Nice to investigate. But what we find is more missing children, and an emerging pattern. One that raises some terrifying questions. Who would abduct and sacrifice children? Why isn't the news getting out? What would demand such a sacrifice? And what terrors might it offer as payment in return? We need to find out fast to save the children, if they can be saved. And maybe save the whole of France at the same time. An imPerfect Samhain is a standalone novella in the best-selling "imPerfect Cathar" series. You can expect dark humour, strong language and explicit violence.
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It's been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near-extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they're going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper's overalls. C.N. Rowan ("Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father") came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he's a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South-West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he'd have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again - joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth-floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he's done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He's particularly proud of the work he's done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.