..Out Went the Candle...

Seeking escape from the hopelessness of the post-crash world, a young artist sketches the local coastline; a pair of film-makers research the ruins on a neighbouring common; a cyclist stumbles upon a stone circle in a midsummer woodland. Each finds the idyllic setting is not as lonely as it appears. A presence is sensed, figures are glimpsed, voices call through the trees before the light is finally snuffed out...In this volume, Swithun Swift brings four beautifully evoked tales of supernatural terror from the wooded hills, picturesque coastline and romantic ruins of the north-west of England.