Through the archway beneath Cromwell's Tower at the centre of Haver
House, Nigel Chatfield could see his relatives standing around his
aunt's freshly dug grave, singing hymns. He was enraged. The execution
of Aunt Margaret was supposed to bring the rest of the community
back in line after Mark and his followers had escaped. But not only
had his subjects disobeyed two of his decrees - banning religion
and walking on the grass in Lawn Court - they had dug the grave
in the middle of his precious bowling green. And Mark had left him
that impertinent note warning him that he would return one day,
and hold Nigel accountable for his dictatorship.
hated these relatives of his, but as the Chatfield blood line seemed
the only one to have survived the pandemic that had swept the globe
three and a half years previously, he had no choice but to make
the most of them. As long as he kept them scared, they made good
The remaining fifteen adults and twelve children gathered around
the grave were lost in their own grief. Their faces were strained
and white. Most of the women and children were crying. The four
adult males - the brothers Duncan and Cameron Steed, and their cousins
Paul Grey and Warren Dalton - were fighting to hold back their own
tears. An hour earlier, their anger at the execution of their aunt
had fortified them. They had ignored Nigel's demands to stop singing
hymns and he had hurried from the courtyard with his sons Jasper
and Damian at his heels. They had also ignored the threat of his
other surviving son, Greg, standing machine gun at the ready on
the parapet above. They had bravely continued singing their hymns
as they pushed the cart containing Aunt Margaret's decapitated body
through the archway beneath Cromwell's Tower to Lawn Court, where
they had dug a grave and lowered her body into the earth with due
The singing petered out as soon as the mourners saw Nigel and his
'What do you think you're doing?' yelled Nigel, his bald head thrust
aggressively forward on his bull-like neck, his thumbs stuck in
the belt strapping his corpulent belly.
No one answered. Nigel's three sons stood menacingly beside him,
their long blond hair swirling about their shoulders. The eldest,
Jasper, had a neat moustache and an athletic figure, most closely
justifying the title of knight and the address of 'Sir' that Nigel
insisted his relatives use when speaking to his sons. The less impressive
Damian tugged at his goatee beard, and the youngest - the overweight
Greg - scratched the straggly clumps of hair dotting his chin.
'I said, what do you think you're doing?' Nigel yelled again.
The bravest, the former barrister Diana Morgan, opened her mouth
to speak. But she was also the most astute. She appeared to change
her mind, and remained silent.
Everyone looked at red-haired Duncan Steed. But Duncan looked frightened,
though not as frightened as his cousin Paul Grey. The nervous facial
tic he had developed since living at Haver was so severe that it
seemed he would be unable to speak coherently even if he had found
the courage to do so.
'We are celebrating the life of my mother.' Warren Dalton spoke
up, but softly. Nigel was surprised. Warren had always been an insignificant
figure in the community, a man living in the shadow of his cousins,
content to remain in the background and keep himself out of trouble.
Somewhere he had found the strength to speak, as if some of his
mother's spirit had been transferred to him with her death.
Warren's bravery encouraged his cousin, the bespectacled Cameron
Steed, to speak also. 'Who you murdered,' he accused Nigel.
'Who Damian murdered,' corrected Warren.
Damian withdrew his pistol from his holster and pointed it wildly
at Warren's head.
'Who you murdered,' Warren repeated.
His courage seemed to be infectious. 'Sir Damian murdered Great
Aunt Margaret,' shouted the tiny figure of his great-niece Mary-Claire
Grey from the back of the crowd. The seven-year-old girl, a stocky
little thing with dark, close-cropped hair and a cheeky face, had
also been blessed with the old lady's strength of mind.
Buoyed up by his granddaughter's outburst, Paul tried to nod his
head in agreement, but with his head jerking so vigorously, Nigel
and his sons failed to notice.
'All of you - get back to your quarters,' Nigel said firmly.
Duncan was the first to turn to move off.
'No,' Warren said resolutely. 'This is my mother's funeral.'
'That's right,' agreed Cameron.
There was a muted murmur of agreement from Cameron's adult daughters
Rebecca and Kimberley, who were standing immediately behind him.
Fearing their father was losing control, Jasper and Greg drew their
'Do as you're told - go back to your quarters' yelled Damian.
The captive members of the Chatfield family knew Damian was unpredictable.
They all despised him. They all feared him. With the exception of
Warren, Cameron and little Mary-Claire, they began to shuffle away.
'Things can't go back to the way they were,' Warren said defiantly.
'It's time for a new beginning. Like Mark said before he and the
others escaped, we deserve democracy.'
The remainder of the community turned and began to edge back.
'Deserve? You deserve?' ranted Nigel.
'That's right,' Cameron insisted. 'We want a say in how our own
lives are run. We will not be controlled by you or your sons any
His words were followed by a chorus of agreement.
Two shots rang out almost simultaneously. Warren, shot through
the chest by Jasper, slumped to his knees. Cameron's brains and
spectacles, both shattered by the near point-blank shot from Greg's
pistol, splattered onto his daughters, their own spectacles saving
their eyes from the flying glass.
Damian continued to fire as the remaining members of the community
ran off, screaming. His final shot was directed at Mary-Claire.
He missed, and by the time he reloaded she had disappeared from
Before the fleeing men, women and children could reach the safety
of their quarters around Lawn Court, Warren's niece Charlene and
Diana's daughter Melanie had also been killed. Paul's daughter Bridget
lay writhing on the grass, crying pitifully. Paul tried desperately
to reach her, but was forced back by a volley of shots from Damian.
'Breakfast will be at the usual time tomorrow morning,' Nigel yelled
to the frightened figures cowering beneath the windowsills in the
buildings surrounding Lawn Court.
'Don't be late,' Damian shouted.
The revolt was over.
NOTE - the hardcopy has SOLD out.
Blood Bond is now available as an e-book available from Amazon.
What a book! I had already read the first book in the series -
Blood Line. This story was at least as good if not better. Another
page turner and once gain I couldn't put it down. You can feel the
tension building as the family struggle to survive the pandemic.
I particularly like the way the author weaves in characters such
as the children and their cat, it just makes such a serious story
so frightingly real. The blurb promised the book would keep me guessing
until the very last page, and it certainly did that. I have checked
the author's website and find the final part of the trilogy is due
out soon. I can't wait to read the final instalment.