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But there are several interpretations of the title of this book too. Some within it do not sleep, some who read it may not sleep, and he who wrote it often doesn't sleep. Manes exite paterni Adam L. Nevill Devon. June, Where Angels Come In One side of my body is full of toothache.

Right in the middle of the bones. The skin and muscles of one arm and one leg have a chilly pins-and-needles tingle. They'll never be warm again. That's why Nana Alice is here; sitting on the chair at the foot of my bed, her crumpled face in shadow. But the milky light that comes through the net curtains still finds a sparkle in her quick eyes, and gleams on the yellowish grin that hasn't changed since my mother let her into the house, made her a cup of tea and showed her into my room.

Nana Alice smells like the inside of overflow pipes at the back of the council houses. She has a metal brace on her thin leg. The foot at the end of the caliper is inside a baby's shoe. Even though it's rude, I can't stop staring.

Her normal leg is fat. Small and grey, the hand reminds me of a doll's hand. I don't look for long.

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She leans forward in her chair, and I can smell the tea on her breath as she says, 'Show me where you was touched, luv. At the sight of the scar, Nana Alice wastes no time and her podgy fingertips press around the shrivelled skin at the top of my arm, but she doesn't touch the see-through parts where the hand once held me.

Nana Alice's eyes go big and her lips pull back to show gums more black than purple. Against her thigh, her doll hand shakes. Cradling the tiny hand and rubbing it with living fingers, she coughs and sits back in the chair. When I've covered my shoulder, Nana Alice still watches that part of me without blinking and seems disappointed to see it covered so soon. She wets her lips.

Feeling a bit sickish, I don't want to remember what happened. Not ever. Across the street, inside the spiky metal fence built around the park, I can see the usual circle of mothers. Huddled into their coats and sitting on benches beside pushchairs, or holding the leads of tugging dogs, they watch the children play. Upon the climbing frames and on the wet grass, the kids race about and shriek and laugh and fall and cry. Wrapped up in scarves and padded coats, they swarm among hungry pigeons and seagulls; thousands of small white and grey shapes, pecking around their stamping feet.

Eventually, the birds all panic and rise in a curving squadron, raising their plump bodies into the air with flap-cracky wings.

And the children are blind with their own fear and excitement in brief tornadoes of dusty feathers, red feet, cruel beaks and startled eyes. But they are safe here - the children and the birds - and closely watched by their tense mothers, and are kept inside the stockade of iron railings: the only place outdoors the children are allowed to play since I came back, alone.

A lot of things go missing in our town: cats, dogs, children. And they never come back.

Except for me and Nana Alice. We came home, or at least half of us did. Lying in my sickbed every day now, so pale in the face and weak in the heart, I drink medicines, read books and watch the children play from my bedroom window.

Sometimes I sleep, but only when I have to. At least, when I'm awake, I can read, watch television and listen to my mom and sisters downstairs.

But in dreams, I go back to the big white house on the hill, where old things with skipping feet circle me, then rush in close to show their faces. For Nana Alice, she thinks that the time she went inside the big white place, as a little girl, was a special occasion. She's still grateful for being allowed inside.

Our dad calls her a silly old fool and doesn't want her in our house. He doesn't know she's here today. But when a child vanishes, or someone dies, lots of the mothers ask Nana to visit them. Like the two police ladies, and the mothers of the two girls who went missing last winter, and Pickering's parents, my mom just wants to know what happened to me.

Tell us about the house,' Nana Alice says, smiling. No adult likes to talk about the beautiful, tall house on the hill. Even our dads who come home from the industry, smelling of plastic and beer, look uncomfortable if their kids say they can hear the ladies crying again, above their heads, but deep inside their ears at the same time, calling from the distance, from the hill, and from inside us.

Our parents can't hear it any more, but they remember the sound from when they were small. It's like people are trapped up on that hill and are calling out for help. And when no one comes, they get real angry. For a long time after 'my accident' I was unconscious in the hospital.

When I woke up, I was so weak I stayed there for another three months. Gradually, one half of my body got stronger and I was allowed home.

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That's when the questions began about my mate, Pickering, whom they never found. And now Nana Alice wants to know every single thing that I can remember, and about all of the dreams too. Only I never know what is real and what came out of the coma with me. For years, we talked about going up there.

All the kids do, and Pickering, Ritchie and me wanted to be the bravest boys in our school. Ancient artefacts decorate the walls and there are bones scattered upon the dry floors.

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The residue of old rites and pagan sacrifice for something that still exists in the forest. Something responsible for the bestial presence that follows their every step.

As the four friends stagger in the direction of salvation, they learn that death doesn't come easy among these ancient trees. Adam L.

We want your feedback! Click here. The Ritual by Adam Nevill ebook. Subjects Fiction Horror. Soon to be a motion picture! Fiction Horror. Publication Details Publisher:When I woke up, I was so weak I stayed there for another three months. They'll never be warm again.

Nana Alice says it's a place 'where angels come in'.

Right in the middle of the bones. All of the excitement and anguish, the satisfaction and disappointment, and all of those long days in my working life in editorial roles, left me sufficiently equipped to try and produce a book in my own way. A lot of things go missing in our town: Reds, yellows, purples, oranges and lemons of the flowers flowed inside my head and I could taste hot summer inside my mouth.

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