Andrew Goodwin hears voices. They wake him in the dead of night, lingering behind the walls, growing steadily more intense until they take control.

Making him captive in his own home.

These voices are real. Andrew doesn't know who they are or what they want, but every time he approaches the door, they somehow force him back. Whenever he wakes up in the daylight, they put him right back to sleep, making him live on stolen moments in the darkness.

Desperate, he records his own movements, and discovers his entire life is a lie – Andrew is somehow leaving the flat each day as though things were perfectly normal.

So why doesn’t he remember? Who is in control?
And why are there bruises and bloodstains all over his body?



They're everywhere.

Isabel sees shadows in every corner, hears noises in the dark. She doesn’t trust a thing that meets her eyes, unable to discern what’s real from her crippling paranoia.

Slowly losing her grip.

Her partner, Ryan, feels just as smothered. Three months after his brush with death, it seems to linger all around him, as though it somehow wants him back.

Tormented, they find themselves trapped in a life they can no longer stomach, until an unforeseeable passing gives them hope of a fresh start. They go far from the city to a deserted village, somewhere not even the most determined could find them.

To discover new dangers lying in wait.
They have an entire city on its knees.

On a hot summer’s night, after months of planning, they kill hundreds in a string of coordinated strikes. Before anyone can react, a hundred thousand people are cut off from the rest of the world, isolated, and trapped at the mercy of hooded killers.

While everyone flees from bomb blasts and gunfire, a lone police officer runs towards them. The only one still alive. George Ellison finds himself drawn into the terrorist’s scheme, desperate to find out who they are, and why they’ve waged a war on innocent people.

Amongst a cowering population under siege, only he and the help he enlists can possibly stand against them.

Subculture is a fast-paced, visceral thriller where only the strongest have a chance of survival.

In 1967 the very first Apollo mission caught fire on the test pad, killing all three astronauts aboard. The cause was partly attributed to the pressures of the space race.

Rushed engineering.

That same year astronaut Vladimir Komarov crashed into the ground as his capsule’s parachute failed on re-entry, having completed fifteen orbits of the planet. He reportedly cursed the engineers who manufactured the craft with his dying breaths.

As of 2017 nineteen people have died as a result of spaceflight, with three of them in space itself. In spite of the infinite dangers of space travel, the weakest component in this complex chain is – and always will be – the ambitions and mishaps of the men and women involved.

This story is about such a person.


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At an old wooden desk in a chilly sports hall, a teenage Hollis Thompson first realised he wanted to write. The exam paper asked for a short scene about a person being chased. Hollis ran over the word count.

Then he ran out of paper. Then he wrote on the back...

Many (enough) years later, he has developed a flavour for fast-paced fiction, and a sense of paranoia that has invited comparison to the likes of James Herbert, Kafka, and his main source of inspiration, H. G. Wells.

Hollis likes short walks (National Three Peaks, Yorkshire Three Peaks) and "owning the t-shirt". He is always hard at work on the next thriller, with no shortage of ideas. For now at least.