'Creepy, classy ... full of dread and lust and echoing with the sorrows of war. We need more stories like this' Christopher Golden, New York Times bestselling author of Snowblind 'An impressive debut. As much about the horrors of war as the primeval horrors that lurk in the depths of the human psyche' F.R. Tallis, author of The Forbidden Sometimes the past is best left buried Twelve years after fighting in Mesopotamia in the Great War, Harry Ward returns to the land where he lost his faith, his mind and almost his life. Haunted by bloody visions of bayonets, shrapnel and shells, he takes up the offer of a simple job, working as a photographer on an archaeological dig outside of Mosul. As the dig progresses, Ward begins to realise that what they have uncovered is no ordinary temple; it holds a terrible secret. Now flashbacks are the least of his problems ... and he must face a new kind of terror.

When darkness falls the nightmare begins . . . It is 1935 and a rubber plantation deep in the Amazon jungle is losing its labourers one by one. Company agent Miller arrives to investigate the mounting number of those disappearing as well as the brutal killing of a fellow agent. Sightings of a corpselike girl and a man who bears a striking resemblance to the dead agent soon have Miller on edge. And when night falls, and the humid air fills with the stench of rotting flesh, he becomes convinced he's found the nearest thing to hell. They roam through the darkness, hide in the shadows and shun the daylight. But what are these deathly-looking figures? As the sun sets over the plantation, only a brave man dares to sleep...