Cover reveal – Something More Than Night.

Cover reveal – my new novel, Something More Than Night, due out this Autumn from Titan Books.

Hollywood, the late 1930s.

Raymond Chandler writes detective stories for pulp magazines, and drinks more than he should.  Boris Karloff plays monsters in the movies, and is a genial, cricket-playing member of the British filmland colony on the shores of the Pacific. 

Both understand that these streets are dark with something more than night.  Together, these English public school men in exile investigate mysterious matters in a town run by human and inhuman monsters.

Under Home House, the mock gothic mock mansion of a film mogul, is a mad science dungeon just like in the movies – where an experiment has gone dangerously wrong, or even more dangerously right.  Fiery death spills onto Sunset Boulevard. 

Joh Devlin, an investigator for the District Attorney’s office who scores high on insubordination, and Laurel Ives, a woman with as many lives as a cat and names to match, barely escape Home House. 

Fired by the DA, Devlin enlists Ray and Billy – Raymond Chandler and William Pratt (Boris Karloff) – to work the case, which threatens to expose Hollywood’s most horrific secrets.

These people will find out more than they should about the way this town works.  And about each other.

And, oh yes, monsters aren’t just for the movies. 


For all my novels, I make a file of images as a mood board.  This one relied more than most on that … I thought I’d share some of the pictures I found most useful.


One thought on “Cover reveal – Something More Than Night.

  1. Thrilled. This is right up my nightmare, the kind I want to live in and it will be a great pleasure to immerse oneself into the Sunset Boulevard swimming pool of this eagerlay awaited dream. The Billy-Ray pairing is inspired. Not everybody’s dreams interest everybody else, but some do, intensely – and the same is true for mood boards (I’ll call it a Dream Dossier since it’s for a novel and not a kitchen renovation). My, Bogey looks cool. I love those 1970-ish Penguin Noir reissues, very hip, post Pop, post New Wave appreciation. Karloff/Pratt grew plump and happy in Hollywood, is my impression (The Terror is marvellous). A kind of Science Fiction city, sprung up out of nothing in the desert, peopled by exiles and escapees. A city of replicas. Comes as no surprise to find a ‘perfect’ (in the minds eye) replica of an English Country Pub resting amid the red dust and rocks of Mars. Here, the aliens drew on their own failing memories to produce the simulation, and between the sun and the swimming pool couldn’t help but idealise, improve and simplify – all that toil and hardship, rigid (arthritic, even) social orders … here, they who pretend the best get all the golden eggs …

    Posted by wmsagittarius | April 22, 2021, 12:22 am

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