ALL FANTASY ARTWORK BY
DAVID C HOLROYD
DAVID C HOLROYD
In defence of our precious global wildlife, The Perfect Pair Dolphin Trilogy authors have unleashed Malamok, the third book in the Belinda Fellgate series; a dark fantasy that purposely targets a more open-minded and caring audience. This hard-hitting adventure not only leaves the reader breathless, but challenges our long-held perception of the planet we inhabit and those we share it with.
Fabulous!
This is not a book for the squeamish or the faint-hearted, as it challenges not only its characters but its readers too … the final and biggest challenge of all comes at the very end and is a thought-provoking and serious challenge to the reader.
Jill Bowyer, Radio Manager and Presenter
Jill Bowyer, Radio Manager and Presenter
Think Dante’s Inferno and Milton’s Paradise Lost getting the bus to Barton Moss, where there’s a portal to the damned. Hmmm ... a fracking great metaphor for the moral of this little book which has an eco twist that Extinction Rebellion would love ...
Meanwhile, there’s blood, guts, seduction, sorcery and snot all around the stairway to Hell.
Stephen Kingston, former editor of Salford Star
The very existence of Infinity and the Shadow Realms is gravely threatened by Malamok and his supporters, one of whom is a surprisingly unlikely conspirator!
Ian Rothwell, Radio Presenter
BELINDA FELLGATE: MALAMOK
BOOK THREE IN THE BELINDA FELLGATE SERIES
AVAILABLE ONLINE AND FROM ALL GOOD BOOKSHOPS!
BOOK THREE IN THE BELINDA FELLGATE SERIES
AVAILABLE ONLINE AND FROM ALL GOOD BOOKSHOPS!
What happens when a powerful elite
condemns innocent souls to oblivion?
Belinda Fellgate happens!
condemns innocent souls to oblivion?
Belinda Fellgate happens!
Load the hobs, pass the bricks, lay the bricks …
Grinning smugly through tombstone teeth, the becapped villain rolls his cigarette between bony fingers. “Have you brought little Miss Ugly with you?”
“Watch your mouth! My darling girl is in the car and she’ll hear you. So let’s dispense with this small talk. It bores me – as do you! When do you expect the others to arrive? And – more importantly – when will my house be completed?”
Load the hobs, pass the bricks, lay the bricks …
A good question, because even the forces of evil need somewhere to live.
Poor Belinda! As if she and her Mirror Army haven’t been through enough. They are totally unaware of the evil now gathering on their doorstep: a malicious demon collective … ready and able to
GIVE ’EM HELL!
Foolish mortal! Heedest thou my words and tremble!
I be the demon tome, Secrets of the Shadow Realms, a chronicle birthed in the very pit of Hell.
Reckless, thou art, to gaze upon my parchments for a third time, for thou knowest I demand a payment most terrible; one that, if not forthcoming, shall condemn thee to suffer eternal torment. So, defiant one, look upon my hideous countenance and lament, for my vampire husk hath an appetite never ending; a nourishment I will demand of thee cometh the appointed time.
Knowest thou this: although I fear the hideous strength of the HellCat, I willingly agree to be her servant, her spy! To lend her mine eyes and ears within the labyrinthine corridors of the Shadow Realms’ hierarchy.
However, be thou aware that this betrayal of my Hellish brethren be not in the service of my dark Lord Satan. I be commandeered by a higher Master: Infinity Itself! For, unbeknownst to Malamok, his misguided rebellion hath morphed into something far more insidious. It now be a crusade to cleanse Earth of humankind – a quest that, if not checked, hath the potential to breach the barrier that restrains the world of ultimate chaos, the dread dimension known as Terrordorum.
So I say unto thee: Woe! Woe! And thrice woe! For Terrordorum be a caustic pit; a place fouler than Hell’s deepest dungeon; home to an ancient evil; an evil that be a thousand times worse – Nay! A million times worse! - than the dread demon, Malamok. For it embraceth the spirit of the Manticore; the living embodiment of a universal Ragnarök; a conscienceless fury I fear be even stronger, more deadly, than the exalted HellCat herself.
Satan speed the HellCat! For without the kiss of Flauros, all will be lost!
I be the demon tome, Secrets of the Shadow Realms, a chronicle birthed in the very pit of Hell.
Reckless, thou art, to gaze upon my parchments for a third time, for thou knowest I demand a payment most terrible; one that, if not forthcoming, shall condemn thee to suffer eternal torment. So, defiant one, look upon my hideous countenance and lament, for my vampire husk hath an appetite never ending; a nourishment I will demand of thee cometh the appointed time.
Knowest thou this: although I fear the hideous strength of the HellCat, I willingly agree to be her servant, her spy! To lend her mine eyes and ears within the labyrinthine corridors of the Shadow Realms’ hierarchy.
However, be thou aware that this betrayal of my Hellish brethren be not in the service of my dark Lord Satan. I be commandeered by a higher Master: Infinity Itself! For, unbeknownst to Malamok, his misguided rebellion hath morphed into something far more insidious. It now be a crusade to cleanse Earth of humankind – a quest that, if not checked, hath the potential to breach the barrier that restrains the world of ultimate chaos, the dread dimension known as Terrordorum.
So I say unto thee: Woe! Woe! And thrice woe! For Terrordorum be a caustic pit; a place fouler than Hell’s deepest dungeon; home to an ancient evil; an evil that be a thousand times worse – Nay! A million times worse! - than the dread demon, Malamok. For it embraceth the spirit of the Manticore; the living embodiment of a universal Ragnarök; a conscienceless fury I fear be even stronger, more deadly, than the exalted HellCat herself.
Satan speed the HellCat! For without the kiss of Flauros, all will be lost!
Shivering, the young Moray turned her gaze back towards the tunnel’s fork, its monstrous hiss still assaulting her psyche. “When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me a story about a terrible creature that lived deep beneath the Void Seas: a hybrid – part-Moray, part-demon. She only ever spoke its name in whispers … Hakum-a-Bobo.”
Gripped in the arms of the icy mist, the barge continued its slow drift forward, its terrified passengers welded to its seats.
All was quiet …
Then, suddenly, the silence was broken by the dread hiss of snakes.
Instinctively, Belinda cocked her ears towards the gaping mouth of the Gorgon’s temple.
Something’s shuffling through the fog and that hissing’s getting louder. She’s coming! Medusa’s on to us!
All was quiet …
Then, suddenly, the silence was broken by the dread hiss of snakes.
Instinctively, Belinda cocked her ears towards the gaping mouth of the Gorgon’s temple.
Something’s shuffling through the fog and that hissing’s getting louder. She’s coming! Medusa’s on to us!
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WILL THE CLASH OF THE MILLENNIA TAKE PLACE?
THAT IS UP TO YOU!
THAT IS UP TO YOU!