A battered and lifeless body is dragged from the stormy Atlantic Ocean onto an isolated cove in West Cornwall. Only one man has a clue about his identity and he’s trying his hardest to turn away from the human race.
October 1919 - Thirty one men lose their lives in a horrific accident in an exposed Cornish tin mine.
How are the two incidents linked?
Local journalist May Jones and writer, turned hermit Joseph George form an unlikely partnership and attempt to find out
Set in a wild, coastal landscape famed for murderous smugglers and ghostly tin mines. The story weaves through the backdrop of far West Cornwall, a land drenched in the blood of forgotten men.
**About the Author
I'm an independent fiction writer born and raised in Derbyshire in the U.K. I still live there with my wife, son and gentle, yet simple minded, retired greyhound. My love for books came at a very early age and has never ceased. Writing was a later development, although not by much. My first memory of writing stories was on an old typewriter with half of the keys missing. Apart from writing and reading, I enjoy sports, particularly cricket. I've never given up on the hope that one day I'll get a call from the English chairman of selectors. "Dave, we've got a problem. Can you get down to Lords and open the batting?" "I'll just finish writing this chapter, then I'll be there." I'd love to hear from you about anything, so follow the link at the end of the book and send me a message.
October 1919 - Thirty one men lose their lives in a horrific accident in an exposed Cornish tin mine.
How are the two incidents linked?
Local journalist May Jones and writer, turned hermit Joseph George form an unlikely partnership and attempt to find out
Set in a wild, coastal landscape famed for murderous smugglers and ghostly tin mines. The story weaves through the backdrop of far West Cornwall, a land drenched in the blood of forgotten men.
**About the Author
I'm an independent fiction writer born and raised in Derbyshire in the U.K. I still live there with my wife, son and gentle, yet simple minded, retired greyhound. My love for books came at a very early age and has never ceased. Writing was a later development, although not by much. My first memory of writing stories was on an old typewriter with half of the keys missing. Apart from writing and reading, I enjoy sports, particularly cricket. I've never given up on the hope that one day I'll get a call from the English chairman of selectors. "Dave, we've got a problem. Can you get down to Lords and open the batting?" "I'll just finish writing this chapter, then I'll be there." I'd love to hear from you about anything, so follow the link at the end of the book and send me a message.