Title: Love’s Pale Road
Author: Martin Gibbs
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Fantasy/Romance (A Dark Love Story)
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 27 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Tag Line: Love is a
pale road, for Death waits at the end.
Blurb/Synopsis:
Short Blurb
Is love blind, or a beast of convenience?
Bailey, a simple farmer, has been tasked by a dead man to
murder a dangerous warlock. While he follows the guidance of this otherworldly
companion, Bailey finds himself alone in a scary new world.
Only a few days into the journey, he falls in love with a
stranger, which upsets the best-laid plans of the deceased. And Abigail appears
to have dark plans of her own: How soon will she turn the tables upon the
seemingly-innocent farm boy?
The dead man should have known that trusting the living
would be a losing proposition.
Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.
Long Blurb
Beware the one who will betray you; for you have given them
your heart.
Love is often a beast of convenience: two strangers meeting
and connecting on some chemical and psychological level; sharing laughs and
tears, and maybe bodily fluids.
But love can be real, when it wants to be. There are honest
moments in the days we spend with our lover, there are days of sunshine and
laugher, and nights of pleasure.
When it wants to be real. Love has its own designs, as poor
Bailey finds out: Tasked by a dead man to perform a murderous act, he finds
himself in love with a stranger. He was a simple-minded farmer, tending his
turnips and his pumpkins, when the outside world burst in, sending everything
he held dear to the far winds.
And so the poor chap is alone and scared when Abigail bares
her pretty face. Although her family lies dead—somewhere on the path behind
her—Bailey trips headfirst into the wants of his own heart, takes her hand, and
carries her along a new road.
For Bailey, Love is more than a chemical reaction: It is a
living thing, a living road… a pale road. A pale, murky, dangerous road.
For Death waits at the end.
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Gibbs is an avid reader. He favors the classics: Dumas,
Dickens, Tolstoy, Proust, Lovecraft; as well as Stephen King, Robert Jordan,
George RR Martin.
He enjoys cross-country skiing, biking, and burning
béarnaise sauce. He has two very active boys who share his wild imagination,
and a wonderful wife who supports all the craziness.
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Excerpt
But Sorchal was talking: “So if this is your farm, then you
know the drill.” He looked at me funny again. “Gods help us, you better! Do
you?”
“Do I what?” I was thinking about the Great Temple and it
made me a little scared that people would attack it. It was a very holy place.
But then Fa always said holy places were just places. The Gods were always with
us. Why was Sorchal so angry?
“Do you know the drill?” he screamed. He needed a
nap.
The stranger’s face bunched up like the side of a rotting
pumpkin. “Know the drill?”
“What drill?”
“Gods be—” his fists were white balls and he looked like he
was going to hop away. He made a noise in his throat. “How long have you lived
here?”
“Seventy-seven years, six months, four days, and nine
hours.”
He snorted. “All right, you are useless. Who else is home?”
Useless. Yes. Good ol’ Bailey, useless as always. At
least he didn’t say other bad words. I heard enough of those Friday night, when
Fa and I went out for dinner. “Who else lives here?” he shouted.
“Fa does.”
The strange man’s head bounced like a rabbit. I think he was
going to say something mean again, but he just ran to the house. He didn’t say
thank you. Maybe he had come from the rock. A rock-person would be mean.
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