Bishop's Isle: The Complete Collection
Life as a lighthouse keeper on a remote Scottish island isn't always the most exciting. Especially since she split with her husband, Mark. Yet, Holly loves her job, her friends, and her life on Bishop's Isle.
Until, one day, strange...things start to wash ashore. Dangerous things she has never seen before. Frightening things that nobody else on the island can explain.
Now, Holly, and the rest of islanders, must overcome a whirlwind of troubles and use her lighthouse to try and signal for help, and hope against hope that somebody sees her, and the island's, desperate plea in time...
Can they reach safety? Or will they be overtaken by the Undead...?
With The Complete Collection, you'll get to enjoy all 3 Volumes of this incredible series!
Follow all the thrills, chills, and heart-racing action, from the very beginning to the shocking conclusion, with Bishop's Isle: The Complete Collection!
Praise for Bishop's Isle:
"This book was much better than I was expecting. It's not your average zombie tale. For one, it's set in a remote Scottish island. And second, the writing is really, really great! Most zombie books these days are filled with cliches and don't even have a plot. Not this one - it will hook you in from the very beginning and you'll actually care about the characters. I'll be waiting for the next book!"
When Mark saw the body washed up on the beach, the first thing he thought of was his ex-wife.
He’d been cleaning the storm windows at the top of the lighthouse when he saw it. He was thinking about packing it all in, abandoning his self-imposed exile and returning to the city – just as he’d once thought about leaving the city for the sanctuary of some distant stony shore. He hated days like this, he’d never got used to them. The morning air was heavy with fine rain, covering every surface with a damp sheen. The February wind was cold and quick, biting even beneath his thick yellow coat.
He dropped the squeegee into the bucket of now-cold water and wrung his hands to try and coax some life back into them. He turned towards frothy greyness of the sea and sky, stamping his feet. The wind roared in his face, freezing against his sodden auburn beard. His winter coat, Holly had called it once. Fat load of use it was doing now. His eyes scanned out across the horizon, watching the wheeling of gulls and the slow crash of waves against the rocks.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Marie Chartier
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Fabio Costantino
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Mônica Sanoli
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by M. V.
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