Sally Spedding's Blog
November 24, 2018
The Nighthawk
Thrilled to have 'The Nighthawk' published by Richard Foreman of Sharpe Books. Now available in Kindle and paperback formats. The first in a trilogy featuring ex-Nottingham cop, John Lyon, who feels he's retired too early.
The setting is the eastern Pyrenees, where, en-route to his sister near Perpignan, he stumbles across a mysterious woman's strange, heavily-guarded house.
Why is she there, and so afraid of being investigated? John is soon fascinated by her and her story of life in the then Free Zone where her father and two adult brothers went missing. Never to be seen again...
I'm intrigued by the notion of 'one false move' and how easy it is to be drawn into a place or a relationship which can prove fatal.
My next chiller is 'Bloodlines, ' again set in France, which for the past thirty years I have found to be exhilarating and disturbing in turn. 'Nothing's wasted, ' is my motto, and I'm indebted to my publisher for making what to me is reality, even more real. One should write about strangers, not trawl one's own life, using names and physical characteristics of those people one has known. How lazy is that? How unadventurous? And yet I see this lack of ambition a lot. Also, plagiarism. I'd rather paint a wall. www.sallyspedding.com
The setting is the eastern Pyrenees, where, en-route to his sister near Perpignan, he stumbles across a mysterious woman's strange, heavily-guarded house.
Why is she there, and so afraid of being investigated? John is soon fascinated by her and her story of life in the then Free Zone where her father and two adult brothers went missing. Never to be seen again...
I'm intrigued by the notion of 'one false move' and how easy it is to be drawn into a place or a relationship which can prove fatal.
My next chiller is 'Bloodlines, ' again set in France, which for the past thirty years I have found to be exhilarating and disturbing in turn. 'Nothing's wasted, ' is my motto, and I'm indebted to my publisher for making what to me is reality, even more real. One should write about strangers, not trawl one's own life, using names and physical characteristics of those people one has known. How lazy is that? How unadventurous? And yet I see this lack of ambition a lot. Also, plagiarism. I'd rather paint a wall. www.sallyspedding.com
