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Haunting sounds from invisible night creatures called across the black mountains as Tessa climbed ghostlike, directionless…
There was no moon, no stars, no guiding light. Just a mass of ebony this way and that, a thick black blanket covering all form. A monster threatening the air, growing, grumbling, perhaps it was mumbling turn away Tessa, turn, turn away. Down there he’s texting, surfing, watching without listening. The machines are on – he is not. Turn away Tessa. The machines are on – but not for long…
Thunder. A flash. A momentary clash.
And Tessa thought tonight is the night. Technology versus Mother Nature… Ready for a fight.

Blackout. Week 14. Chapters 31-34. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

90 Second Sample

A man in a Valentino suit – easy to spot up the Angel.
Who did he think he was, dressed up like that? Looking a right twat!
There is no ‘Welcome in the Hillside’ as the popular myth would have you believe. The people of the valleys do not want you, stranger. You’re not one of us, so fuck off back where you came from…
“I tell you what,” Bronwen said, “gimme a lift home and you and me can talk in my ‘ouse.”
The factory girls watched in disbelief… John… poured another brandy. Bronwen, the biggest slag in the valley, was walking out of the Angel with the best looking stranger they had seen for years. Lucky bitch.

Blackout, The Dark Side of the Valleys. Week 13. Chapters 28-30.
73 second sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/lucky-bitch-in-blackout-week-13-serialization

Pregnant. Mother. Mother. Pregnant. The future stood waiting. The past stamped and pissed all over it… she imagined Bronwen, down in the belly of The Angel… relentlessly destroying a nameless child for all eternity… screaming on and on until… Tessa knew… nothing was going to change anything… only one way to avoid this truth: Drugs.
—- Blackout, 94 second sample:  https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/tessas-pregnant-mother-in-blackout-week-12-serialization

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“Remember this, I am not your puppy or your slave or your personal whore and I am not one of your machines. I am a real, live, walking, talking, eating, shitting, fucking, snorting woman. And I am more alive than you will ever be…”

— Blame and her close relation Rage in Blackout, Chapter 19. https://tracywilliams.me/serialisation/

50 second sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/blame-rage-in-blackout-week-11-serialization

 

Harry would never respect her if she kept talking like a whore, he said.
The advice fell on shameless ears.
There are some men with whom women find it easy to flirt, Tessa told Sam. And there are other men with whom women find it impossible not to flirt. Harry was both of these.

The surveillance footage from Tessa’s bedroom was the most boring, relentlessly eventless film Harry had ever watched. If nothing was going on in there save for staid intellectualism there was little point in spending money or time on that particular camera and tapes. Sam had no power over what she did when alone…
“Don’t you know the most erogenous zone in the female body is the brain,” Harry told his nephew. “Why don’t you go in there with her and … you know …”
“What?”
Read to her.”

—- Blackout, The Dark Side of the Valleys. Chapter 17. http://www.tracywilliams.me/serialisation

—- to hear a 54sec sample: https://soundcloud.com/tracywilliams/tessa-men-in-blackout-week-10-serialization

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