Tamsin Peake (34 results)

Paperback or Softback. Condition: New. Embertide. Book.

Paperback or Softback. Condition: New. The Allotment. Book.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Condition: New.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Condition: New.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Hardcover. Condition: Used; Good. ***Simply Brit*** Welcome to our online used book store, where affordability meets great quality. Dive into a world of captivating reads without breaking the bank. We take pride in offering a wide selection of used books, from classics to hidden gems, ensuring there is something for every literary palate. All orders are shipped within 24 hours and our lightning fast-delivery within 48 hours coupled with our prompt customer service ensures a smooth journey from ordering to delivery. Discover the joy of reading with us, your trusted source for affordable books that do not compromise on quality.…

PAP. Condition: New. New Book. Shipped from UK. Established seller since 2000.

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. Neuware - Something lives in the water beneath Aylesbury. It has been there since before the town was a town, since before St. Mary's Church was raised above it, since before we had words for the kind of patience stone-cold water has in the dark. It does not require worship. It does not want prayer. It wants acknowledgement. And every seven years, during the Michaelmas ember days, a keeper from one of the Old Town's thirteen families brings it what it is owed.Sarah Wickham arrives in Aylesbury exhausted and newly alone: her mother three weeks in the ground, her marriage six months dissolved, her London life effectively over. The inheritance is a surprise - a house on Bourbon Street, bequeathed by a great-aunt she barely knew. The house is clean, orderly, and wrong in ways she cannot immediately name. The street outside curves when it should run straight. The tarmac, she discovers, is warm. It breathes.Inside, she finds the not Elektronisches Buch. Decades of precise, meticulous records written in her great-aunt's careful hand: seven-year cycles. Disappearances. Children chosen for their difference, their isolation, the ease with which their absence could be absorbed by a town that understood the arrangement even if no one said so aloud. Thomas Carver, 1959. Emma Pritchard, 1966. Every cold case accounted for, every gap in the local news filled.Sarah refuses to continue the chain. She will offer something else.The spring accepts.What follows is not rescue. There are no heroes in Embertide, no cavalry arriving through the limestone dark. What follows is transformation - slow, exact, intimate. Translucent skin. Webbed fingers. Eyes that no longer quite reflect the light correctly, and something moving behind them that watches even when she doesn't. The horror of Embertide is not violence or threat. It is the precise, patient dissolution of a self into something older and colder and utterly without mercy - and the fact that the woman at the centre of it holds her hand out.Set in the Old Town of Aylesbury where chalk-stream water has carved cave systems beneath medieval streets, Embertide is a folk horror novella of inherited obligation, unwilling complicity, and the particular dread of a body that no longer entirely belongs to you.The third in Tamsin Peake's Short and Brutal series - compact, atmospheric, and without exits.Comparable to: The Loney and Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley - A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay - The Merciless by Danielle Vega - The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw.…

Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. Neuware - Some soil remembers. Some soil expects.Maya Kapoor arrives in Aylesbury seeking refuge from academic burnout and personal collapse. A ground-floor flat. A PhD to finish. The kind of quiet anonymity that lets you rebuild yourself piece by piece.The allotment behind her garden offers something she didn't know she needed: earth to dig, seeds to plant, a community of gardeners who understand the value of routine and rootedness. Plot Seventeen, with its centuries of cultivation, produces vegetables that taste more real than anything she's eaten before. Working the soil steadies her. Eating what she grows restores her.But her misgivings don't scream. They seep.The allotment's history runs deeper than council records suggest. The chairman speaks of continuity, of maintaining relationships with the land that predate modern agriculture. The other gardeners talk about acknowledgment, about giving back what you take. The soil here is different-richer, darker, older. Some plots require more than compost and crop rotation. Some ground needs extra . feeding.The Allotment explores the seduction of belonging, the horror of realizing you've already been consumed, and what it costs to put down roots in hungry earth. This is folk horror in the tradition of British rural uncanny-where community becomes cult, where nourishment becomes contamination, where the price of healing is measured in more than labour.For readers who appreciate slow-building dread, body horror that earns its reveals, and protagonists who discover too late that they've already made their choice.Perfect for anyone who's ever wondered about what really is in their topsoil.Start reading now to discover what grows in Plot Seventeen-and what Plot Seventeen grows in return.…

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The sound begins at dusk.At first, it's easy to dismiss - something settling, something passing. But as evening turns into night, the tapping returns, steady and unplaceable, threading through the house and into the spaces it can't possibly be.For two sisters, the night becomes a test of endurance. Each hears the sound differently. Each responds in her own way: with denial, with vigilance, with the unspoken hope that if they wait long enough, it will stop. It doesn't. The tapping follows them from room to room, shadowing conversations, learning them. Wearing their voices like new skin.As the hours wear on and exhaustion sets in, old patterns surface and roles harden. The presence in the house grows more insistent - not violent, not visible, but relentless. By early morning, it becomes clear that the sound is not simply something happening to them. They are bound.Tap Tap is a quiet, unsettling short horror story that unfolds over a single night, from evening to dawn. Focused on family, proximity, and endurance, it explores how easily people adapt to what haunts them - and what it costs to keep listening.This is the first release in an ongoing monthly series of short horror fiction by Tamsin Peake. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. …

Laminated Boards. Condition: Very Good. An interesting collection of essays. pp254. Shelf wear.

Condition: New. Print on Demand.

Condition: New. Print on Demand.

Condition: New. PRINT ON DEMAND.

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The valley is too green.Geologist Alden Hawke notices it the moment he descends the ridge road - the vegetative uniformity, the saturated colour, the soil that radiates heat like a living body. The Veridian Fold presents itself as an off-grid agricultural commune: hand-built dwellings, communal meals, residents in bare feet and linen who smile with a warmth that never quite reaches their eyes. The crops are extraordinary. The doctrine is simple: All That is Taken is Returned. The charismatic leader, Theron Vale, speaks in the language of cycles and gifts and the generosity of the earth.Then the landslide buries the only road out. A man goes missing. His boots are still by his bed. And a patch of freshly turned earth appears outside his dwelling - dark, warm, roughly the dimensions of a body lying prone.Perrin Fallow has spent nineteen years inside the Fold, documenting what the community refuses to see. Nine years of coded journal entries. Fourteen names. Fourteen patches of warm soil. Fourteen surges in crop yield that follow each disappearance with the reliability of a chemical equation. Perrin knows what the commune is. They know what lives beneath the valley. They have never been able to tell anyone - until now.What Alden and Perrin uncover is not a cult with a secret. It is an ecosystem with a workforce. A vast, ancient, subterranean organism - a mycelial intelligence that colonises the valley's limestone karst system, reanimates the corpses of its victims as tethered biological puppets, and converts human biomass into the supernaturally enriched soil that sustains the Fold's impossible paradise. The commune's leadership are not fanatics. They are farmers. Their crop is people, and their yield reports are meticulous.The horror of The Marrow Fields is not the monster. The monster is biology - ancient, distributed, patient. The horror is the system built around it: the smiling compliance, the serene language of sacrifice, the ledgers that record human lives in the same columns as agricultural output. It is the twenty-five-year project of a man who quantified mass murder with the rigour of a scientist and the conviction of a prophet, and the community that chose the lie because the truth was unliveable.A One Shot Horror title from House of Sharky Press. You don't bury your dead here. You plant them. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability.…

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Condition: New. Print on Demand.

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Taschenbuch. Condition: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Some soil remembers. Some soil expects.Maya Kapoor arrives in Aylesbury seeking refuge from academic burnout and personal collapse. A ground-floor flat. A PhD to finish. The kind of quiet anonymity that lets you rebuild yourself piece by piece.The allotment behind her garden offers something she didn't know she needed: earth to dig, seeds to plant, a community of gardeners who understand the value of routine and rootedness. Plot Seventeen, with its centuries of cultivation, produces vegetables that taste more real than anything she's eaten before. Working the soil steadies her. Eating what she grows restores her.But her misgivings don't scream. They seep.The allotment's history runs deeper than council records suggest. The chairman speaks of continuity, of maintaining relationships with the land that predate modern agriculture. The other gardeners talk about acknowledgment, about giving back what you take. The soil here is different-richer, darker, older. Some plots require more than compost and crop rotation. Some ground needs extra . feeding.The Allotment explores the seduction of belonging, the horror of realizing you've already been consumed, and what it costs to put down roots in hungry earth. This is folk horror in the tradition of British rural uncanny-where community becomes cult, where nourishment becomes contamination, where the price of healing is measured in more than labour.For readers who appreciate slow-building dread, body horror that earns its reveals, and protagonists who discover too late that they've already made their choice.Perfect for anyone who's ever wondered about what really is in their topsoil.Start reading now to discover what grows in Plot Seventeen-and what Plot Seventeen grows in return.…

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. Some soil remembers. Some soil expects.Maya Kapoor arrives in Aylesbury seeking refuge from academic burnout and personal collapse. A ground-floor flat. A PhD to finish. The kind of quiet anonymity that lets you rebuild yourself piece by piece.The allotment behind her garden offers something she didn't know she needed: earth to dig, seeds to plant, a community of gardeners who understand the value of routine and rootedness. Plot Seventeen, with its centuries of cultivation, produces vegetables that taste more real than anything she's eaten before. Working the soil steadies her. Eating what she grows restores her.But her misgivings don't scream. They seep.The allotment's history runs deeper than council records suggest. The chairman speaks of continuity, of maintaining relationships with the land that predate modern agriculture. The other gardeners talk about acknowledgment, about giving back what you take. The soil here is different-richer, darker, older. Some plots require more than compost and crop rotation. Some ground needs extra . feeding.The Allotment explores the seduction of belonging, the horror of realizing you've already been consumed, and what it costs to put down roots in hungry earth. This is folk horror in the tradition of British rural uncanny-where community becomes cult, where nourishment becomes contamination, where the price of healing is measured in more than labour.For readers who appreciate slow-building dread, body horror that earns its reveals, and protagonists who discover too late that they've already made their choice.Perfect for anyone who's ever wondered about what really is in their topsoil.Start reading now to discover what grows in Plot Seventeen-and what Plot Seventeen grows in return. Looking for your next short read? The Allotment. Launch 14/2/26: Available for pre order!For readers who appreciate slow-burn dread. Perfect for anyone who's ever wondered about what really is in their topsoil. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. Something lives in the water beneath Aylesbury. It has been there since before the town was a town, since before St. Mary's Church was raised above it, since before we had words for the kind of patience stone-cold water has in the dark. It does not require worship. It does not want prayer. It wants acknowledgement. And every seven years, during the Michaelmas ember days, a keeper from one of the Old Town's thirteen families brings it what it is owed.Sarah Wickham arrives in Aylesbury exhausted and newly alone: her mother three weeks in the ground, her marriage six months dissolved, her London life effectively over. The inheritance is a surprise - a house on Bourbon Street, bequeathed by a great-aunt she barely knew. The house is clean, orderly, and wrong in ways she cannot immediately name. The street outside curves when it should run straight. The tarmac, she discovers, is warm. It breathes.Inside, she finds the notebooks. Decades of precise, meticulous records written in her great-aunt's careful hand: seven-year cycles. Disappearances. Children chosen for their difference, their isolation, the ease with which their absence could be absorbed by a town that understood the arrangement even if no one said so aloud. Thomas Carver, 1959. Emma Pritchard, 1966. Every cold case accounted for, every gap in the local news filled.Sarah refuses to continue the chain. She will offer something else.The spring accepts.What follows is not rescue. There are no heroes in Embertide, no cavalry arriving through the limestone dark. What follows is transformation - slow, exact, intimate. Translucent skin. Webbed fingers. Eyes that no longer quite reflect the light correctly, and something moving behind them that watches even when she doesn't. The horror of Embertide is not violence or threat. It is the precise, patient dissolution of a self into something older and colder and utterly without mercy - and the fact that the woman at the centre of it holds her hand out.Set in the Old Town of Aylesbury where chalk-stream water has carved cave systems beneath medieval streets, Embertide is a folk horror novella of inherited obligation, unwilling complicity, and the particular dread of a body that no longer entirely belongs to you.The third in Tamsin Peake's Short and Brutal series - compact, atmospheric, and without exits.Comparable to: The Loney and Starve Acre by Andrew Michael Hurley - A Head Full of Ghosts by Paul Tremblay - The Merciless by Danielle Vega - The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw Embertide is a folk horror novella set in medieval Aylesbury, Buckinghamshire, where ancient contracts endure beneath modern tarmac. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.…

Paperback. Condition: new. Paperback. The sound begins at dusk.At first, it's easy to dismiss - something settling, something passing. But as evening turns into night, the tapping returns, steady and unplaceable, threading through the house and into the spaces it can't possibly be.For two sisters, the night becomes a test of endurance. Each hears the sound differently. Each responds in her own way: with denial, with vigilance, with the unspoken hope that if they wait long enough, it will stop. It doesn't. The tapping follows them from room to room, shadowing conversations, learning them. Wearing their voices like new skin.As the hours wear on and exhaustion sets in, old patterns surface and roles harden. The presence in the house grows more insistent - not violent, not visible, but relentless. By early morning, it becomes clear that the sound is not simply something happening to them. They are bound.Tap Tap is a quiet, unsettling short horror story that unfolds over a single night, from evening to dawn. Focused on family, proximity, and endurance, it explores how easily people adapt to what haunts them - and what it costs to keep listening.This is the first release in an ongoing monthly series of short horror fiction by Tamsin Peake. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. …