Congratulations to author Claire S. Duffy on the release of Before Again, "A gripping start to a seductive series." Read on for more info!
Before Again (The Shadow City Chronicles #1)
Publication Date: November 30, 2022
Genre: Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal “Buffy meets Outlander”
He’s been killing for hundreds of years.
But he reckoned without her.
Kirsty has always been alone.
It’s fine. It’s what she’s chosen. People, as a general rule, are more trouble than they’re worth. It’s why God invented batteries.
But when she comes across the man being burned alive on the banks of the Clyde, she can’t just let him die. Without a second thought she batters in to save his life…
And accidentally tears the fabric of time.
Now an ancient serial killer is on the loose and only Kirsty can make him regret he was ever born.
Even if it means killing the only person who ever loved her.
Sometimes she can bloody well see all these magic destiny shenanigans far enough.
The twisty, laugh out loud funny start to a seductive fantasy series. Buffy meets Outlander with a side order of Taggart. If you like fast-paced action, Glasgow humour and women who take no prisoners, you’ll love Before Again.
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Kirsty ran faster and faster, desperately trying to ﬁnd that rhythm that cleared her mind. Her lungs burned and her legs trembled, but she pounded on and on. She swerved left, then right, vaulting over the railing around Queens Park as though it were nothing, then raced herself up the path to the ﬂagpole. A swan hissed at her and a dog’s bark echoed in the moonlight. She leapt onto the platform around the ﬂagpole from the path below, clearing at least three metres straight up.
Kirsty drank in the view as she caught her breath. Her brain whirred like a possessed waltzer. Half-thoughts, snatches of feeling, fragments of horror zipped and sizzled and seared across her mind. The white light and the crack of Owen’s spine snapping back into place rattled around and around until Kirsty was dizzy.
What was he? What was she?
The city was spread out before her, lights twinkling in the blackness. The Campsies barely an outline against deep purple clouds. Her city. A city that had ricocheted from poverty to riches and back again; that was famous for being one of the friendliest and most dangerous places in the world. A cultural capital of Europe that had an outbreak of bubonic plague in the twentieth century. A city riddled with vibratey time holes and lepers who play Simon Says with wee girls and maniac serial killers who can’t be killed.
A strange, icy sense of calm enveloped Kirsty. She looked up, and the stars were dazzling, celestial ﬁreworks twinkling a hundred colours, ﬁlling her with awe and strength. The night was still, but a gust of wind swirled around her, whipping up her hair, whispering something she couldn’t catch.
A glittering sound crackled in the air. It sounded like a ﬁre that had almost burnt itself out, leaving only red-hot coals to shimmer and snap. The air itself was alive, ﬁzzing with magic.
Kirsty thought of Mrs McCafferty’s words. Just focus on the next step. Could she do that? A fox screeched in the dark. The Shadow had gone to the Barrowlands that evening to ﬁnd another victim. Owen. Kirsty pictured him coming up the stairs, all smooth and suave in his tailored suit and his silver cigarette case.
He might have been running his victim’s tights through his ﬁngers right now, slowly approaching as she cowered in terror. He might have been displaying her body, ready for some poor bugger to stumble across in the morning. Instead, he was hiding in the dark, trying to put his face back together. That was something.
They hadn’t won the war. Kirsty wasn’t even sure what the war was yet. But they won a wee battle.
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About the Author
When she’s not wandering around Glasgow dreaming up sexy vikings and tears in the fabric of time, Claire S Duffy writes best selling the crime fiction series Glasgow Kiss and the Stockholm Murders under CS Duffy. She’s also a screenwriter and blogs about the feminist dawn of Hollywood at Fully Fifty-Fifty on Substack.