~The Dark Chorus~

~By Ashley Meggit~




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  • Genre:  Horror suspense, Metaphysical science fiction
  • Print length: 241
  • Age range: 18+
  • Trigger warnings: Explicit violence. Ritual killing.

About The Dark Chorus

Oblivio salvationem Angelis opperitur: Oblivion awaits the Angel’s salvation

The Boy can see lost souls. 

He has never questioned the fact that he can see them. He thinks of them as the Dark Chorus. When he sets out to restore the soul of his dead mother it becomes clear that his ability comes from within him. It is a force that he cannot ignore – the last shard of the shattered soul of an angel. 

To be restored to the kingdom of light, the shard must be cleansed of the evil that infects it – but this requires the corrupt souls of the living! 

With the help from Makka, a psychotically violent young man full of hate, and Vee, an abused young woman full of pain, the Boy begins to kill. 

Psychiatrist Dr Eve Rhodes is seconded to assist the police investigation into the Boy’s apparently random ritualistic killings. As the investigation gathers pace, a pattern emerges. When Eve pulls at the thread from an article in an old psychology journal, what might otherwise have seemed to her a terrible psychotic delusion now feels all too real…

Will the Boy succeed in restoring the angel’s soul to the light? Can Eve stop him, or will she be lost to realm of the Dark Chorus?

My Thoughts

THE DARK CHORUS is the first book that I have read by Ashley Meggitt, and in a word—WOW!

I Love Meggitt’s writing style; though the content is violently intense at times, the mystery surrounding The Boy (as identified throughout the narrative) and the storyline piqued my interest to the point I did not want to put the book down. 

LOVE the opening paragraph:

‘I was born right here in this asylum – literally into bedlam, delivered into a stark white-tiled cell, in what I’ve come to think of as The Screaming Room. As quickly as I arrived, I left. Prised from my mother’s arms, I swapped one institution for another. But even as the car took me away, the darkness of my mother’s despair curled itself around my soul, anchoring me to her and my birthplace. I know this because I remember.’

Highly Recommend! 

About the Author

Ashley Meggitt lives near Cambridge, UK, with his wife Jane. He left school to join a psychedelic rock band when he realised that sex, drugs, and rock and roll was a thing. Subsequently he went back to education and became head of IT for a Cambridge University college. In recent years Ashley has retrained in psychology and is now an associate lecturer in sports psychology. He is studying for his PhD.

Ashley writes when not studying, playing his guitar, or coaching triathletes.



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