Christopher Kennedy is a British Army veteran who writes dark fiction - crime and horror - under the Medlock Holts imprint, from near Oldham in Lancashire. His folk-horror novel Ty Brân is set in a Britain that looks exactly like now. More books are coming. Find everything at medlockholts.com.
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The Irk
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- ISBN8235325111
- EAN9798235325111
- Date de parution30/07/2026
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- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurIoakim Ioakim
Résumé
Manchester buried the River Irk more than a century ago. It still runs beneath Victoria Station, under the concourse and the glass roof, through brick darkness the city chose to forget. In 1964, Arthur Bell walked into the railway social club beneath the station for his eighteenth birthday and was never seen again. The men responsible for what happened that night later surfaced in the Irwell, one by one, in a state the river could not explain.
The file said missing, believed absconded. The file was lying. Now Callum Reed, eighteen years old and newly signed to the railway, has vanished within sight of the same station. When the river gives him back, the pathology is wrong. The trace on him belongs not to open water but to somewhere closed and old: brick dust, mould, the residue of a cellar no one has poured a pint in for sixty years. And in his pocket, a social club token that went out of circulation before his mother was born. DI Helen Carver does not believe in stories.
Bodies do not come from nowhere. Rivers are routes, not answers. But every ordinary explanation fails in turn, and the evidence keeps pointing away from the daylight: down past Hunt's Bank, behind the official drawings that stop matching the structure, into the buried river where the city has always sent the things it wanted forgotten. Something down there remembers being one of them. The Irk is a standalone crime-horror novel set in real, layered Manchester, for readers of C.
J. Tudor, Adam Nevill and Andrew Michael Hurley: a police procedural that refuses, piece by piece, to stay one.
The file said missing, believed absconded. The file was lying. Now Callum Reed, eighteen years old and newly signed to the railway, has vanished within sight of the same station. When the river gives him back, the pathology is wrong. The trace on him belongs not to open water but to somewhere closed and old: brick dust, mould, the residue of a cellar no one has poured a pint in for sixty years. And in his pocket, a social club token that went out of circulation before his mother was born. DI Helen Carver does not believe in stories.
Bodies do not come from nowhere. Rivers are routes, not answers. But every ordinary explanation fails in turn, and the evidence keeps pointing away from the daylight: down past Hunt's Bank, behind the official drawings that stop matching the structure, into the buried river where the city has always sent the things it wanted forgotten. Something down there remembers being one of them. The Irk is a standalone crime-horror novel set in real, layered Manchester, for readers of C.
J. Tudor, Adam Nevill and Andrew Michael Hurley: a police procedural that refuses, piece by piece, to stay one.
