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The Man Who Built the World

The Man Who Built the World

Ward, Chris

Paperback

Fantasy

ISBN10: 1481179365
ISBN13: 9781481179362
Publisher: Createspace
Published: Dec 6 2012
Pages: 302
Weight: 0.89
Height: 0.63 Width: 5.98 Depth: 9.02
Language: English
Matthew Cassidy is a man on the brink of self-destruction. His career is in tatters and his marriage is hanging by a thread. His wife Rachel is on the verge of leaving him even before a phone call from his estranged father pulls him back into a world of violence and mystery that he left behind on a bloody winter's night sixteen years before. Matt must return to the quiet little country town of Tamerton, where he grew up in a world of questions but few answers. The town has changed but the mysteries remain, and Matt must question everything he thought he knew about his past. Why was his little sister mute? What really happened to his mother? And who are the two beautiful, ageless sisters who live in an isolated cottage out on the moor? The Man Who Built the World is a tour de force supernatural thriller where the answers are never quite what they seem . . . Excerpt from The Man Who Built the World: You can't just leave like that, you know you can't. The thought hit him like a hard slap across the face, and for a moment he stumbled, catching his footing just in time to avoid tumbling towards the puddles hidden in the dark at his feet. Just a thought, just a stupid, irrational thought, but it had snagged him like the barb of a fisherman's hook. His very presence back in Tamerton had opened up a can of long forgotten emotions that would take time to sort, time he didn't have. Time he didn't want to give. His sister wouldn't know he had come; she was dead, after all. And what sort of reception could expect from his father? Ian Cassidy had made the call to him - only Heaven knew how he had found Matt's number - but how much of that had been as a duty? How much did he really want to see his son? Welcome home, son. Welcome home, little me. Chris Ward is the author of the novels The Tube Riders and Head of Words. Join the new releases mailing list here - http: //eepurl.com/qceDj

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