Eeeeek!!!!!!!!! Regular readers of my little blog will know that I love Angela Marsons Kim Stone books. They are all brilliant and the next instalment is always eagerly awaited by many, many readers. Marsons has deservedly sold millions of copies of her Kim Stone books which is pretty impressive!! So, without further ado….here is the cover to her latest book, Broken Bones. BUT that is not all that I am sharing with you lovely lot. Not at all, possibly just as exciting as the cover is the prologue to Broken Bones that you can read right here! How exciting is that?!!! Enjoy folks.
BROKEN BONES PROLOGUEBy Angela MarsonsBlack CountryChristmas DayElaine Goddard sat on the roof of the thirteen storey block of flats. The winter sunshone a grid on to her bare feet dangling over the edge.The protective grate had been erected some years ago after a father of seven hadthrown himself over.By the time she was eleven she had stolen a pair of wire cutters and fashionedherself an access point to the narrow ledge that was her place of reflection.From this vantage point she could look to the beauty of the Clent Hills in thedistance, block out the dank, grubby reality of below.Hollytree was the place you were sent if Hell was having a spring clean.Problem families from the entire West Midlands were evicted from other estatesand placed in Hollytree. It was displacement capital. Communities around theborough breathed sighs of relief as families were evicted. No-one cared where theywent. It was enough that they were gone and one more ingredient was added to themelting pot.There was a clear perimeter around the estate over which the police rarely crossed.It was a place where the rapists, child molesters, thieves and ASBO families were put together in one major arena. And then guarded by police from the outside.But today a peace settled around the estate giving the illusion that the normalactivities of robbing, raping and molesting were on pause because it was ChristmasDay. That was bollocks. It was all still going on but to the backdrop of the Queensspeech.Her mother was still slurring her way around the cheerless flat with a bottle of Ginin her hand.But at least Elaine had this. Her one piece of heaven. Always her safe place. Herescape.She had disappeared unnoticed up here when she was seven years old and hermother had been falling all over the flat pissed as a fart.How lucky was she to have been the only one of the four kids her mother had beenallowed to keep?She had escaped up here when her mother’s drinking partner, Roddy, had startedpawing at her groin and slobbering into her hair. Her mother had pulled him off,angrily, shouting something about ruining her retirement plan. She hadn’t understood it when she was nine years old but she had come to understand it now.She had cried up here on her sixteenth birthday when her mother had introducedher to the family business and to their pimp, Kai Lord.She’d been up here two months earlier when he had finally found her.And she’d been up here when she’d told him to fuck right off.She didn’t want to be saved. It was too late.Sixteen years of age and already it was too damn late.Many times she had fantasised about how it would feel to lurch forward onto thewind. She had envisioned herself floating to and fro gently making the journey like a stray pigeon feather all the way to the ground. Had imagined the feeling ofweightlessness of both her body and her mind.Elaine took a deep breath and exhaled.In just a few minutes it would be time to go to work. Heavy rain, sleet, snow,Christmas – nothing kept the punters away. Trade might be slow but it would still bethere. It always was.She didn’t hear the roof door open or the footsteps that slowly strode towards her.She didn’t see the hand that pushed her forward.She only saw the ground as it hurtled towards her.