By Simon Clark
25 years after invoice Masen, the hero of the long-lasting 1951 cult novel Day of the Triffids, escapes along with his kin to a colony at the Isle of Wight, the human species is scattered around the globe because the lethal Triffid vegetation proceed their devastating march.
One of the few humans no longer blinded through the meteor bathe of a quarter-century in the past, David Masen, Bill’s son, has turn into a pilot, touring looking for an efficient weapon opposed to the Triffids. In long island urban, he discovers a gaggle of people that seem to be resistant to the Triffids’ lethal poison. yet all isn't because it turns out during this colony, and shortly David needs to face a deadly adversary from his family’s past.
About the Author
Simon Clark is a British horror author and the writer of diverse acclaimed novels and brief tales. a few of his best-known works contain Night of the Triffids, Nailed through the Heart, Darker, The Fall, Blood Crazy, and Vampyrrhic; his brief tales were featured in anthologies together with Blood & Grit and Salt Snake & different Bloody Cuts. His brief tale “Goblin urban lighting” gained the British fable Award for most sensible brief tale in 2001; he has additionally received the Bram Stoker Award for most sensible First Novel, the area delusion Award for most sensible Novella, and the British delusion Award for his novels.
Clark is usually the writer of The Dalek Factor, an unique Doctor Who novella, and has written prose fabric for the overseas rock band U2.
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I discovered myself warming to Seymour. The little dose of worry inculcated through our starting up in a thunderstorm had humanized him no finish. ‘I’m banking to the appropriate now,’ I advised him. ‘That will take us south towards the coast back. How’re you feeling? ’ ‘Fine, thank you. good… a bit queasy round the gills yet i feel it’s passing. ’ A second later the white numerals clicked previous the twenty-five thou mark. ‘Seymour. Twenty-five thousand ft. ’ ‘I dare say we’ve came across ourselves a few record-breaking clouds, David. we should always be… wait… simply wait a second. ’ His voice grew to become hushed. ‘I can see cloud shapes—we has to be approximately above it. ’ I seemed upward, looking for a milky glow of sun penetrating the cloud. there has been not anything but. expanding the thrust of the dual Sapphire turbojets I climbed nonetheless greater. Twenty-six thousand toes… twenty-seven, twenty-eight. Any second now, I instructed myself. Any second we’d erupt right into a vista of solar cascading onto a cotton-wool cloudscape. Thirty thousand ft: I pulled again the stick and piled at the strength. Now the airplane sat on its tail whereas hurtling instantly up like a skyrocket. At thirty-three thousand ft we have been freed from the cloud. ‘Oh…’ Seymour’s voice in my earpiece used to be one among puzzlement, even unhappiness. We’d left the cloud, yet we’d stumbled on no gentle. not less than, no longer the type of mild we’d anticipated. *** A profound transformation were wrought upon the area. ‘What… I… I don’t understand…’ i used to be listening to Seymour’s voice. yet my realization was once all in favour of the sunshine within the sky. think a demise ember. think it simply moments prior to the glow is going from the ash. there's a redness, however it is a lifeless, uninteresting purple that delivers not anything however the demise of the fireplace. the sunshine I observed jogged my memory of that sort of loss of life glow. For all i'll see—from the sting of 1 horizon around the complete arc of the sky to the following horizon—was that very same musky crimson. It gave valuable little illumination. And it seemed chilly. much more deathly chilly than it used to be besides at that top. The air moaned over the wings of the airplane in a near-funereal dirge. person who gave voice to my very own unexpectedly nervous emotions. ‘I don’t understand,’ Seymour acknowledged. ‘The cloud lies under us. So the place is the sunlight? ’ *** For part an hour we rotated excessive in that sombre sky. Its profoundly muted redness gave forth little gentle. i peeked alongside the steel wings of the aircraft. Above the clouds in sunlight hours glowing solar may often dance alongside its size from root to tip. Now the sunshine became the as soon as silvery floor to the color of rust. ‘So, it can’t be traditional cloud that’s liable for the darkness,’ I ventured at size. ‘At least, now not thunderclouds. ’ ‘No,’ Seymour agreed. ‘They’ve exacerbated it, there’s without doubt approximately that. yet there has to be one other cloud layer even better up that’s obscuring the sunlight. ’ ‘But you stated the cloud might most likely be no larger than twenty-five thousand ft? ’ ‘Yes, that's actual. yet fly greater for those who can. ’ I did take the airplane up better. actually, correct to its greatest ceiling of fifty-five thousand toes the place no audible engine noise reached the cockpit throughout the rarefied surroundings.
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