Hello lovelies! My second post of the day is an exclusive extract from The Fault by Kitty Sewell as part of my stop on the blog tour. First a little about the book:
Title: The Fault by Kitty Sewell
Publisher: Honno Press
Date Published: 18th July 2019
Chilling thriller set on Gibraltar – at the heart of The Rock are secret tunnels, hard to navigate and even harder to escape. Sebastian is a civil engineering prodigy and his latest project is his most ambitious to date: to build a new city on the sheerest face of The Rock. His fiancee, Eva, a diver, is entranced by the penisula’s hidden depths and concerned that her lover doesn’t push himself beyond human limits in his desire to see his dream realised. Mimi, still in her teens, is desperate to spread her wings and chafing at the limits placed on her movements by her overprotective older brother. When Mimi gets into a relationship with a neighbour intent on fighting the new development, Sebastian’s precarious mental health spirals out of control putting them all in danger. When Mimi is lost amidst their twists and turns the race is on to find her before the water rises.
The tunnel seemed totally straight for a good twenty minutes of walking, then turned forty-five degrees to the left. She glanced behind her and the pinprick of daylight was no more. Solid rock enclosed them. They moved on, past openings and passages as black and endless as gateways to the underworld.
At an arched six-way intersection, he took a right into a much narrower tunnel and though she resisted, he pulled her firmly along. They hunched their shoulders and ducked to protect their heads from jutting rock edges.
‘Oh, God, I think that’s enough now.’ A small rivulet of sweat ran down the small of her back. She shivered and tried to steady her voice. ‘Let’s turn back.’
‘I said I would show you something amazing.’
She was no chicken; at least she refused to show it. Confronting one’s fear – that was her personal motto.
They turned left into a hole in the wall and descended a long set of circular stairs hacked out of the stone. Down and down they went. She felt almost relieved. With some luck, he’d have her out of this mountain and into open air at sea level, maybe right into Casemates Square. She’d seen strange vaults and openings all over the town: all seemed to lead into the Rock.
The stairs ended and they were in another tunnel.
‘Enough now,’ she said through gritted teeth. ‘I’m not exactly enjoying this.’
‘This one was dug out during the siege in 1713. Further down there are even older tunnels. They say one of them runs under the strait all the way to Morocco. Can you believe it?’ He was trying to be chatty but his voice was flat and muted in the narrow space. She didn’t want any more damned history, but even so, preferred him talking.
It seemed to her they’d roamed the tunnels for well over an hour, but time could be warped by the lack of indicators. She rarely wore her watch so how could she tell? Maybe it had grown dark outside, maybe it was night. She opened her mouth to ask him, but changed her mind.
She remembered how a guy she’d dated had recounted a pot-holing expedition in France. The group had carried a spool of white string. One end had been tied to a rock at the entrance of the cave and they’d unravelled the spool as they descended along crevasses, crawled on their stomachs through passages and abseiled down chasms, so that it would guide them back out. He’d felt as if his whole existence had been hanging by a thread – ha, ha – but the possibility of losing the white string and getting trapped in the bowels of the Earth had convinced him never to go caving again as long as he lived.
She pulled at his sleeve. ‘How the hell can you remember which way to go?’
‘I know these tunnels like the back of my hand.’
‘And to get back out?’
‘You’ve asked me that already.’
Seemed preoccupied and was no longer in the mood for reassuring her. Another droplet of moisture ran down her back, yet her skin felt cold and there was a lump in her throat. She swallowed quickly several times, but the lump persisted.
‘You said it’d take an hour,’ she whispered.
‘Yes, well, it will if you actually walked. You’re so slow I might as well carry you.’
‘Lay off! I’m not slow.’
‘Come on then.’
He grabbed her wrist again and she stumbled along behind him. They were almost running but it seemed somehow effortless.
‘Aren’t we going downhill?’
‘It feels like it. God, I hate this.’
He was quiet for a long while. Too quiet. Then he spoke into the silence. ‘You know I love you, don’t you?’
She stopped short and yanked her wrist from his grasp,
About The Author:
Kitty Sewell was born in Sweden, and has had four successive nationalities, living in the Canary Islands, Central and South America, Canada, England, Wales and Spain where she now lives in the mountains of Andalucía. She is a successful sculptor, and bestselling author. Her books have been translated into 15 languages and she has been short-listed for the CWA New Blood Dagger Award, the Wales Book of the Year, Winner of the “People’s Choice” BBC Radio Wales Prize, and the Bertelsmann Book Clubs International Book of the Month. She also writes as Kitty Harri. With Honno she has published Ice Trap (2005, later bought by Simon & Schuster) and Hector’s Talent for Miracles (2007) as Kitty Harri.
Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/Fault-Kitty-Sewell-ebook/dp/B07TGKJV5S/ref=sr_1_1?crid=1WHHZ2BAKDLEX&keywords=the+fault+kitty+sewell&qid=1565083546&s=gateway&sprefix=the+fault+kitty+%2Caps%2C198&sr=8-1
Book Depository: https://www.bookdepository.com/Fault-Kitty-Sewell/9781909983991