Here you go. PIG. Craig and Edward, sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G. Sort of. Actually, I sat in my shed, Edward sat in his office. I'm in Norfolk, England, he's in Alabama, U.S.A.
There was literally zero kissing, but we did manage to write a novel together.
Here's the skinny:
A quiet town, the kind of place old folk go to watch the sea roll in and the years roll out. The kind of place guys like the man in the pig mask can make an easy dime, or an easy killing.
An ancient entity...
An inhuman intelligence crawls up the shore and sprawls over Pointvilla. A thing capable of stealing bodies, and drawing minds into one, into it - the MIND. An intelligence pulling Pig Mask inward as others swirl around Pig himself, like he’s a planet, a force, and the rest are drawn by gravity.
Ray and Bill are kin. The entity might understand loneliness, and the drive to consume and kill and torment...but it doesn’t understand brothers and sisters. It doesn’t understand siblings. Some people are tied together by more than blood.
In a town at one with the Mind, survival comes down to brothers and sisters and old dudes with a penchant for good weed.
There. That sounds alright, doesn't it? Here are the links:
The paperback will be along forthwith, as will the Audio, which the wonderful Molly King will be reading.
I'll post another, erm, post, about this in a few days.