Something is Lurking Under the Lake…
Struggling with the death of his sister, Owen Saddler becomes obsessed with the lake that claimed her life, and the ghost town submerged beneath the water.
Thirty years earlier, Peace Falls had been flooded to build a hydroelectric dam, and its ruins remain below the surface of Chapel Lake. The strange disappearance of the town Pastor, along with many of the parishioners, still haunts the citizens of Chapel Lake. But does the church haunt the lake itself? Is Owen really seeing ghosts… or has he descended into the depths of madness?
A disturbing story of depression, religious fanaticism and the afterlife, SALVAGE is the debut horror novel from Duncan Ralston (author of WOOM).
Salvage has sold over 10000 copies in its year and a half lifespan, through Bookbub promotions and participating in a Humble Bundle promotion. I am lookng to expand out of the English market. Sales have slowed down a bit since the publisher went under and rights were reverted back to me but I'm going to be getting a new cover to breathe some fresh life into it.
Out where it should have been too deep to stand, a man Owen hadn't noticed before was standing up to his ankles in the lake. Dressed in a white buttoned shirt and loose-fitting black pants, from whose right pocket Owen caught a glimmer of gold, the man locked eyes with him, and Owen found himself unable to look away. The wind caught the man's dark hair, and a malicious grin spread below his moustache. The man stretched out a hand toward Owen.
"Lori!"
Owen hadn't meant to scream, had only meant to call her out of the water. But the boys farther down the beach looked over at the sound of his cracking voice and snickered. Owen wheeled around to see Gerald and his mother rising from the picnic blanket. Oh God, they're coming over, he thought, feeling the familiar warmth return, rising up his neck to his cheeks as embarrassment seized him.
"What's the big idea?" Lori grumbled, having retrieved her hat and waded back to where Owen now stood. She looked back out over the water, following his troubled gaze toward the man standing in the lake.
"That man," Owen said. The dark grin on the man's vaguely familiar face widened. "I think he's dangerous."
Lori shaded her eyes with a hand and squinted out at the lake. Owen was certain she was looking right at the man, but Lori turned back to her brother with a look of curiosity in her blue eyes. "What man?"
"Right there! You don't see him?" Owen jabbed a finger at the man, whose grin widened even further as he began to stride toward them, his brown leather shoes splashing on the surface of the lake, dampening the cuffs of his pants. "He's right there!"
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Italian
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Translated by Marta Leoni
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Translated by Claudio Valerio Gaetani and Andy Arenas
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