In anticipation of the release of Pendulum by Adam Hamdy (you can see my review HERE ) a short story prequel arrives in e-book format today just to wet the appetite!
I’m very happy to be able to give you an extract from RUN today – AND I have a signed copy of Pendulum to give away to one lucky reader. So if you think this book is for you (trust me its for you!) just tweet me @Lizzy11268 to put your name into the hat. I have a literal hat. Or comment on this post…
The click of the shutter was the first proper sound Wallace’s ears had registered since the explosion, and it snapped furiously as he took pictures of the dead: the frozen faces of a handful of Afghan parents and at least a score of their children, all lost to violence. He photographed the shocked soldiers as they tried to comprehend what had happened. He had enough combat experience to know that Nash had been overly reliant on the intelligence assessment, and hadn’t reconnoitred the compound properly. He’d split the platoon into two squads: Charlie Fireteam had been assigned to frontal assault, while Delta had been tasked with providing cover and bringing up the rear. Wallace had seen doubt on the faces of the soldiers, and suspected that if Lieutenant Bowyer had proposed such a simplistic assault, Beatrix, the grizzled platoon sergeant, would have challenged him. But Nash was new to them all, and he’d been given a glowing, almost heroic introduction by Major Hoyle. Beatrix lacked the confidence to undermine the golden captain’s orders on his first combat deployment with the platoon, and Nash didn’t know the men well enough to read the subtle signals that they weren’t happy with his plan.
As he looked through the viewfinder, Wallace could see hindsight filling the men’s faces with regret. Those who weren’t immobilised with dismay were trying to help the badly wounded survivors, whose screams and cries filled Wallace’s ears as his hearing returned. He focused on movement in the doorway of the house. A young woman burst into the courtyard, her hijab falling away to reveal her jet-black hair, but she didn’t care; her attention was locked on a tiny figure lying in the dust, a little girl of ten or eleven whose glassy brown eyes stared directly at Wallace. The woman ran across the courtyard, and collapsed in the dirt, her tearful lament echoing off the walls as she pawed ineffectually at the child’s lifeless body. Wallace photographed every agonising moment, his fingers trembling as he changed the camera’s exposure, his body shaking as though he was about to be swept into the terrible storm of sadness that was emanating from his subject.
You wake. Confused. Disorientated. A noose is round your neck. You are bound, standing on a chair. All you can focus on is the man in the mask tightening the rope. You are about to die.
John Wallace has no idea why he has been targeted. No idea who his attacker is. No idea how he will prevent the inevitable.
Then the pendulum of fate swings in his favour. He has one chance to escape, find the truth and halt his destruction. The momentum is in his favour for now. But with a killer on his tail, everything can change with one swing of this deadly pendulum…
You have one chance. Run.
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Embedded with the British Army in Afghanistan, recording the devastation that the war on terror has brought to the country, photo-journalist John Wallace’s endurance is about to be put to the ultimate test.
A planned assault on an insurgent compound has gone wrong with devastating consequences. Now Wallace has only one option if he is going to get justice for those involved. He can expose those responsible. But to do that, he will have to RUN…
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