Location via proxy:   [ UP ]  
[Report a bug]   [Manage cookies]                
Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    From $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Wolf Hall
    Wolf Hall
    Wolf Hall
    Ebook76 pages1 hour

    Wolf Hall

    By Harper Fox

    3.5/5

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Halloween is a wild, weird night in the lonely moorland towns of the north. It’s dark and cold, and cracks can open up in the fabric of the safest world.

    Davey Bell has been trying to live safely. He’s struggled through a rough adolescence and has a decent job, a home of his own. He agrees to a meeting with his ex, even though Burdo got him into so much trouble in the past.

    But Burdo has plans, armed robbery amongst them. When Davey recoils from his efforts at blackmail, Burdo swears he’ll track him down. There’s something inhuman about Burdo’s rage, and Davey panics and runs from him. The town is small, the darkness beyond it absolute. Davey has lived there all his life, but he takes a wrong turn on the moorland road and is suddenly lost.

    It’s the first night of winter, and set to freeze hard. Not much chance of survival for a man without shelter, a man on the run from his past... Then Davey stumbles into the forest, and his fears of Burdo and the cold dissolve to nothing at the sound of deep, bestial growls.

    The moon is full. Ancient moorland legends are coming to life in its silvery radiance. Out of the woodland steps a strange young man, and the snarling beasts fall back. He’s offering sanctuary, but at what price? He’s the most beautiful creature Davey has ever seen. If Davey follows him in fascination through the gateway of Wolf Hall, what secrets will unfold before the dawn?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHarper Fox
    Release dateOct 30, 2014
    ISBN9781910224120
    Wolf Hall
    Author

    Harper Fox

    Harper Fox is the author of many critically acclaimed M/M Romance novels, including Stonewall Book Award-nominated Scrap Metal and Brothers Of The Wild North Sea, Publishers Weekly Best Book 2013. Her novels and novellas are powerfully sensual, with a dynamic of strongly developed characters finding love and a forever future – after an appropriate degree of turmoil. She loves to show the romance implicit in everyday life, and she writes a sharp action scene too.

    Read more from Harper Fox

    Related to Wolf Hall

    Related ebooks

    Gay Fiction For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • UNLIMITED

      Books

      Dec 19, 2022

      Books
      10 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Heart Stopper

      Nov 30, 2022

      Heart Stopper
      1 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Dustin Lance Black.

      Jun 4, 2019

      Dustin Lance Black.
      8 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      My Gay Prison Gang Fights Neo-Nazis

      Sep 7, 2018

      When I first came to prison, I didn’t know how I should act. I was a gay man, convicted of a sex crime. We’ve all heard the horror stories. But I had one thing going for me: I was big, weighing in at 310 pounds, a fair amount of which was muscle. For

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Evening Star

      Sep 10, 2021

      A red streak of light flashed across the curtains. Robert grimaced and Grace got up to look out the window. There were two police cars pulling into the parking lot and it had started to snow again. She turned around. Robert was kneeling on the bed. H

      15 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Winter’s Orbit

      Jan 27, 2021

      RELEASED 4 FEBRUARY 434 pages | Paperback/ebook Author Everina Maxwell Publisher Orbit Whodunnit, conspiracy thriller, space opera and queer love story, Winter’s Orbit is one of those rare beasts in science fiction: a story truly propelled by the cha

      1 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      ABATH For All SEASONS

      Jul 4, 2019

      ABATH For All SEASONS
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Nostalgia, Secrets & Lies

      Aug 12, 2020

      Nostalgia, Secrets & Lies
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Mysterious Ways

      Mar 25, 2023

      Life gets busy, and friends drift apart. But true friends have a way of staying connected. That’s how it was with David and me. I’d met David after going back to school for my master’s. In class, he was hard to miss, a rugged 6'4" with an infectious

      2 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Goodwill TO ALL

      Nov 15, 2022

      Goodwill TO ALL
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The Turn Of The Tide

      Sep 24, 2020

      The Turn Of The Tide
      4 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Nostalgia, Secrets & Lies

      Aug 12, 2020

      Nostalgia, Secrets & Lies
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Riccardo

      Jun 14, 2022

      My understanding of my family’s religion was that we didn’t have to go to church if we didn’t want to and that our belief in God was tenuous at best. I grasped the seventh principle, “the interconnected web of all existence,” and I understood the hum

      14 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Child’s PLAY

      Jun 2, 2020

      Child’s PLAY
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Before And After

      May 6, 2021

      Before And After
      10 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A Gentle STIRRING

      Mar 13, 2024

      A Gentle STIRRING
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A New Calling

      Nov 15, 2020

      A New Calling
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Beauty Is In The Eye

      Jul 7, 2020

      Beauty Is In The Eye
      5 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Sounds Like FUN

      Jun 23, 2020

      Sounds Like FUN
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Nothing to Declare

      Jun 15, 2019

      All the senior partners were having a laugh about a movie they’d seen. Forty-Five Years. Something, something about the movie taking forty-five years to sit through. The woman McGuinness thought he recognized was in it with them at the far end of the

      24 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A winter WEEKEND

      Dec 22, 2020

      A winter WEEKEND
      6 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      A holiday INDOORS

      Apr 7, 2021

      “You’ll have probably noticed that there’s been very little mention on this page during the past year of lockdowns and respiratory disease and bubbles and masks and toilet roll shortages and quarantine, and illicit Darby and Joan club meetings being

      3 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      Scribbling

      Jun 28, 2024

      Scribbling
      7 min read

    • UNLIMITED

      The mask PROBLEM

      Jul 15, 2020

      “This will make you laugh. No, wait a minute: let’s not assume. It certainly made me laugh, but you are the paying customer. You are perfectly at liberty to remain stony-faced, and perhaps even write a stiff letter to your MP. Anyway, we were sittin

      3 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Wolf Hall

    3.5/5

    2 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Wolf Hall - Harper Fox

      Wolf Hall

      Harper Fox

      Copyright Harper Fox 2014

      Published by FoxTales at Smashwords

      Wolf Hall

      Copyright © October 2014 by Harper Fox

      Cover art by Harper Fox

      Cover photo licensed through iStock

      All rights reserved

      No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without written permission from FoxTales.

      FoxTales

      www.harperfox.net

      harperfox777@yahoo.co.uk

      This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Epilogue

      Wolf Hall

      Harper Fox

      Dedicated to my sister Wendy

      with thanks and love for her unconditional acceptance

      and pride in what I do.

      Chapter One

      As soon as David pushed the café door open, he knew he’d made a mistake. Having a bad-ass boyfriend as a teenager had been a lot of fun, a poke at his boring parents and his grim little ex-mining town. Meeting up again two years later, on Halloween of all nights... He shivered, closing the door behind him before the wind could snatch it out of his hand. He stood enclosed in bitter air for one long moment, then met Burdo’s eyes and set off towards the table.

      His full name was John Burdon. Burdons had peopled the County Durham hills for centuries—farmed them, mined them, even counted a few town mayors among their number. All things eventually went to hell around here, though, it seemed. Burdo pointed to the plastic bench seat opposite him, and David sat down.

      You look all right, Davey-boy.

      Better than when Burdo had last seen him, anyhow. He’d come straight from work tonight, but his work required him to be smart, and he’d recently been able to afford a long warm winter coat, a bit like Captain Jack’s off Torchwood. Thanks, he said. The café was lit in sick pink neon. He tried to think of anything at all both nice and true he could say to Burdo in return. You used to be gorgeous... No, that probably wasn’t the way to go. He swallowed hard, knotting his hands on the table.

      Burdo burst into a harsh laugh. Divven’t bother, bonny lad. I can look in a mirror just like anybody else. He raised a meaty fist and snapped his fingers at the girl behind the counter, who looked disgusted but came over with her notepad. Coffee and a steak and onion pie. Hot chocolate and a doughnut for the bairn.

      There was diabetes in David’s family. He’d learned not to eat like that. Also to repress his accent for the sake of the tourists, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his own little educated voice correcting Burdo, so he shut up. Right, Burdo went on. You can tell me how two years did this to you, and then I might answer your question.

      I didn’t ask one.

      Yeah, you did. Talk, then I’ll tell you what the fuck happened to me. How’s Mam and Dad Bell?

      Suddenly David missed them both with a pain so sharp it brought tears to his eyes. They hadn’t been bothered one way or the other that their son was gay. Their indifference had pissed him off—he’d kicked harder still to find their point of resistance. They’d both loathed John Burdon. They’re dead. David watched with relief while Burdo failed to fake shock or sympathy. Probably he’d known already. They left the house to my sister, so I had to get off my arse and look after myself. I got a job in Stonehope.

      "Ooh, Stonehope."

      David flinched at the effort of mimicry. He’d pronounced it local style—Stonnup—but that wasn’t enough. He wanted to put his head into his hands. There were five or six remote towns strung out along the moorland road around here. They all had relied on mining—tin, lead, coal. All had collapsed when the industry had. Some, like this one, the one containing David’s home, his school, his past, the café, John Burdon and himself, had stayed down. A couple had grabbed at the ladders of tourism, arts and crafts, and scrambled back to some kind of functionality. Even David could see that there was more dignity in defeat. The losers lay among their windswept mineheads and eerie pyramids of overgrown slag. The others projected a kind of desperate brightness, stared collectively down the road for the next coach party. I work in the visitor centre, he told Burdo flatly. I like it. I’m in charge of the geology displays. I know about the rocks because of everything my dad taught me.

      Aye, I remember. Bored shitless by it all, you were.

      David flinched. He grabbed at the hot chocolate and gulped down a mouthful to counteract the sour taste in his throat. Dad, can we not go home now? I’m cold. They’re just lumps of stone. It’s not like they won’t be here when we get back. I’m not bored now. The kids come and want to know all about it. Smarter kids than me. I like my job.

      That’s twice you’ve told me now.

      So what?

      So nothing. Just tells me how much you’d like to keep it.

      David set his mug down. He did it very carefully, smoothing out the spasm in his arm that would have led to a slam and a spill. One corner of Burdo’s mouth quirked, a sure-fire signal that David had a foam moustache.

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1