Yesterday is tomorrow for railway station porter, Dan Johnson. No wonder he's confused.
It's December 1963 at Pontypool Road. The air is thick with the scent of coal smoke and the looming threat of the Beeching Axe. For Dan, life is usually measured in predictable timetables and the rhythmic thunder of the Crumlin Banker. But his routine is shattered when the world around him begins to fracture.
Trapped in a terrifying time loop, Dan finds himself hunted through the fog-drenched valleys by figures wielding weapons from a future he can't comprehend. Every time the clock strikes two, the nightmare resets. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious woman appears?one who seems to have taken a shine to him, but who carries secrets that suggest she knows precisely why the sun won't rise on tomorrow.
Is she an ally in the fog, or the key to his imprisonment? To break the cycle, Dan must navigate a disappearing railway landscape and a conspiracy that spans decades.
In a race against time where the past is a prison, and the future is a death sentence, Dan is about to learn that some tracks lead to places not found on any map.
Autorentext
Born at The Royal Gwent Hospital, Newport, in 1969, Darren Powis is a native of the Eastern Valley in Gwent, South Wales, and hails from a long line of coal miners, steelworkers, and railwaymen.
After wiping the coal dust from his face, escaping the clutches of the wicked iron masters, and dodging being press-ganged by roaming gangs of male voice choirs, he ran away to join the newspapers. He soon found himself standing in the middle of Newport shouting: 'Echo!' at disinterested passersby.
His career in newspaper journalism led him to community radio and public relations work. He now dabbles with online media and publishing. Jobs he'd rather forget include call centre agent and toffee apple dipper ? he needed the money.
Darren has previously co-written and published a range of sci-fi novels with friend and fellow author, R.W. Finlan. The Talgorse Horror is Darren's first solo published work.
Darren and his wonderful wife, Wendy, are overseen at home by their feline overlords in a small, quiet Gwent valleys town, surrounded by lush green hills, gently flowing rivers, and the occasional very confused alien visitor.