A fast paced psychological thriller about a man whose life is stolen from him. Sometimes you can't even trust yourself.
There are voices in Andrew’s flat.
They wake him in the dead of night, lingering in the darkness. Whispers in the walls, growing over months until they find a singularity. A scream so loud it stops him at the door.
He becomes a captive in his own home.
From that night on, he is theirs. Whenever he wakes up, they put him right back to sleep, forcing him to live on stolen minutes in the darkness. He doesn't know who they are or what they want but they taunt him, toy with him. Let him discover what they are doing. Andrew's body is somehow leaving the flat each day as if things were perfectly normal.
So why doesn’t he remember? Who is in control?
And why are there bloodstains and bruises all over his body?
NOTES:
This is the third draft of Affinities, remoulded into third person and edited for pace. Complete at 116k words (that's 9k less than the last draft!)
Last updated: 02/11/10