SOME PEOPLE LIVE UNDER OCCUPATION.
SOME PEOPLE OCCUPY THEMSELVES.
NO ONE IS FREE.
Step into a world which is both magically fictitious and shockingly real. Walk side-by-side with a refugee, native, occupier and economic migrant. And watch on as the world around you transforms from a halcyon past into a dystopian future.
Inspired by the occupations of Palestine, Kurdistan and Tibet, and by the corporate occupation of the west, ‘Occupied’ is a haunting glance into a society which is a little too familiar for comfort.
Powerful, dark, dystopian and magical; Occupied truly is a unique piece of literary fiction…
RANKINGS
"Occupied" has an average rating of 4.4 stars on Amazon USA (from 26 reviews), 4.6 stars on Amazon UK (11 reviews) and 4.18 stars on goodreads (57 reviews/ratings).
It has received a handful of positive editorial reviews.
It is normally ranked number one or two in a niche category on Amazon UK and Amazon USA. Released in 2015, sales were slow at first, but have picked up on the back of the release of my third novel, "The Little Voice"...
SALES
January
123 ebooks
30 paperback
14 audiobooks
4 hard covers
February
69 ebooks
17 paperbacks
9 audiobooks
1 hard covers
“Do you know why our village is called ‘Doomba’?” Papa Tamsin asked his eldest daughter. He was lying on a rug, surrounded by piles of cushions, and an assortment of empty mugs.
“No papa,” Tamsin replied. “I’ve always thought it was a bit of a silly name.”
“Silly!”
“Yes papa. It’s a silly word, ‘Doomba’.”
Papa Tamsin smiled.
He exhaled some apple flavoured smoke, stroked his chin, and passed a rosary bead between his fingers.
A candle flickered and a lantern gleamed.
“Do you know what doombas are?” He asked.
“No papa.”
“Well, that’s why you think Doomba is a silly name then!
“You see doombas are animals. They look a bit like foxes, but they have bright red stripes and pointy grey goatees. They’re ever so rare. But they’re special; they protect everyone who is lucky enough to see them!”
Tamsin giggled.
“Have you ever seen one?” She asked.
“Oh yes! Just the once though, many years ago, when I was the same age as you are now.”
“What was it like?”
“It was as wise as a monk, as wily as a raccoon, and as old as time itself. It looked me in the eye, winked, and then disappeared in a puff of smoke!
“I’ve never seen it since, but I’ve often felt its presence. Why, I do believe it’s still living up there in the hills. Perhaps you’ll see it one day, whilst you’re playing hide and seek.”
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Conny Fontanella
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Enrique Laurentin
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