Albion Fay, a novella by Mark Morris, is out now from Spectral Press. And what a distillation of quality British horror it is. Highly recommended, and I was honoured to pen an introduction to the book. Here’s a short précis of my response to the story:
“The very first word of this short novel is “Albion”: the old name of England. And it is Britishness, and a participation in the British tradition of the supernatural in fiction, that haunts and defines this chilling, tragic an…d transporting story from, literally, the first word . . . British horror itself is often concerned with domesticity and where it rubs against diminishing vestiges of the wild and the ruined that still exhibit a concentration of ancient supernormal powers or presences. It is the musculature of much British horror. And Albion Fay flexes those muscles beneath flesh unused to sunlight.”
“‘I know exactly when this photo was taken: July 1975. And I know where it was taken: on the sloping lawn beneath Albion Fay.
The boy in the photograph is me. The girl is my sister, Angie.
This is the morning of the day when we went into the caves for the first time.
It is the day when our lives changed forever.’
Albion Fay, a holiday house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature’s bounty. For the adults, a time for relaxation and to recharge the batteries, while for the children, a chance for exploration and adventure in the English countryside. A happy time for all: nothing could possibly go wrong. Or could it? What should be a magical time ends in tragedy – but what really happened that summer?”