Seven Sins is my first published novel. I’ve been trying for an awfully long time but finally, there’s my name in print… well one of my names anyway. Quinn Agathoni is the name under which I write fiction. The name on my passport is Alcuin Edwards.
Extract from Seven Sins: In a reversal of Dracula, Quinn Agathoni’s Transylvanian heroine, Janie Hunyadi, finds herself in the demon-haunted wilds of the Lincolnshire fens. In Seven Sins, she finds herself trapped under the power of a demon, and is forced to undergo an ordeal based on the Seven Deadly Sins.
from Seven Sins
The train to Peterborough was clean and modern but after that came the bus. It was blue and cream and it looked like it was made when Matthias Corvinus was a boy. Janie stared out of the window as the bus rattled her over the flat landscape at glacial pace. Here was neither the majestic dark beauty of the mountain home of her childhood nor the shining towers of glass and steel that took their place in London. Instead, there was a plain of green fields stretching to the horizon. She sighed. Over and over again she sighed. Eventually the bus left the region of black earth and crawled between the acres of newly built houses that showed she had arrived in Bourne. There was no cab office at the bus station but she had seen one in the town about a half mile back. She didn’t know where Uncle Peter lived and she had no number so she dialled the cab company instead. Time passed in the bus station. Flies buzzed. Some young boys were smoking defiantly, stubbing out cigarettes on the ‘No Smoking’ sign. They were shouting exuberantly, practising their Anglo-Saxon and then one turned to Janie. “Ey, blondie. Yah minge itchin’? Want me to fill un?” Janie ignored them and stood watching the road for signs of the cab.”Ey ‘srood not to talk to wuss.” “Pardon?” They were young, standing on the threshold of manhood perhaps with muscles starting to grow and with sparse hair growing on their zit-ridden chins. They stood in a parody of menace and Janie laughed. As they gathered around, hooting and jeering. Janie aimed her foot with wall-shattering strength at the nearest pair of testicles.
As the closest boy doubled over, she said, not even taking her eyes off the road. “I’d take your friend to the hospital if I were you”. One boy flicked open a blade. “Seriously?” asked Janie. “Do you boys have a death wish or something?”Janie stood taller than most of them. She turned to face the boy with the knife, her grey eyes burning hot like storm clouds and said, “I came here for a rest. Don’t bother me and I won’t bother you.”She reached out to take the knife from him, taking the blade in her palm and letting her blood drip on the floor as she forced it from his hand. “Leave me.” she said, and they did.
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- ISBN 9781291888256
- Copyright Quinn Agathoinn (Standard Copyright Licence)
- Edition first edition
- Publisher William Cornelius Harris
- Published 20 October 2014
- Language English
- Pages 92
- Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
- Interior Ink Black & white
- Weight 0.19 kg
- Dimensions (centimetres)
- 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall