tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5459015433774822062012-02-16T10:20:45.204ZThe Marsh is the first in a series of books called The Chronicles of Gin Sodan. This book is freely available online as a bimonthly series. Why not tell your friends about it today?Kieron Heathnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545901543377482206.post-1279798354494737142010-07-26T20:37:00.002+01:002011-10-16T12:08:07.025+01:00

Hey there folks,In the interest of preserving what ever chance I would have of making money from this book, I will no longer be posting further chapters on this blog. However, I will maintain these chapters so they represent the same text that will be released when the book is published. This site will remain free to view, and I will endeavor to ensure that The Marsh will be a very affordable

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent chapter in the novel, The Marsh.Chapter Eight:FallingAs usual, Joshua threw up. It was a harsh repulsion that stretched his diaphragm enough to threaten with snapping. A fine stream of sputum and gruel dribbled from his lips, Joshua could not have cared for how it ran down his chest. He barely realised that he had vomited over the wood in his

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent two chapters in the novel, The Marsh.As it has been some time since the last updates (life has gotten in the way of my writing time) I will treat you, Dear Reader, to a sampling of two very powerful chapters.Chapter Six:Lose YourselfThackery Farm sat at the summit of a hill, looking out across the Marsh like a sentinel sent to watch the

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent chapter in the novel, The Marsh.Marie was dying. The illness that would eventually kill her had no name, for the doctors had never seen a case like hers’ before. Specialists from every department of the medical sciences had failed to diagnose a known disease; they did tell her there was one surety: it was fatal. At fifty she was the

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent chapter in the novel, The Marsh.The interview room was dull, with smoke stained walls and little in the way of furniture. A metal table with a black plastic top was flanked by two steel chairs. A thick cloud of smoke hung above the table, slowly twisting and rolling under the fluorescent lights. One of the bulbs fluttered into life and, for a

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent chapter in the novel, The Marsh.'Shauny,' a soft feminine voice whispered. 'Shauny, it's time to wake up now.' It was the voice of his mother, the same voice that had encouraged him to sleep, and shushed his tears. 'Shh, little Shauny, my precious boy. Everything is going to be alright now.' But she had died five years ago. Blood had swirled

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Spoiler Alert!Please note that this is the most recent chapter in the novel, The Marsh.Chapter Two:27 Monroe StreetTwenty-seven Monroe Street was barely more than a decrepit shed. Most people never even noticed that it was there. A thick blackberry bush grew high before the house, like a moat of thorns and forbidden fruit. Long grasses and towering weeds flourished about the house, the scene of a

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PrologueSmoke trailed above him as he dragged on his cigarette. Large vents in the wall he propped himself against allowed the sounds of the factory to belch into the sky. Inside, silicon chips churned out at hundreds a minute, filling the air with a choking, plastic smog. The length of the cigarette paper denoted the end of his break. He sucked the last of the tobacco into his lungs, holding

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