Celebrating 20 E-Books: The Curse Of Snakes



Well, this novel was the one that got away. A supposedly YA book that had the misfortune to open between two (rotten) Medusa films.

Everything conspired against me in the writing of it. First, I hit the problem of readers’ ages. ‘The Curse of Snakes’ was intended as a novel that anyone at any age could enjoy. I’m not a fan of placing age categories on my books – after all, as a child I was reading both below and above my actual age, as I think most voracious readers do. You don’t pick up a copy of Robert Louis Stevenson’s ‘Treasure Island’ and find an ‘Suitable for boys aged 12-15’ sticker on it, do you? (At least, I hope not.)

My new editor nailed an age bracket on it and wanted me to trim out everything not ‘age appropriate’. I cut the material, rewrote and cut again. We fought over one particular scene toward the end of the book that I absolutely loved. My editor removed it, I put it back, and we played this game for ages, with me hoping I’d eventually wear her down. No such luck; I didn’t and I hated the result. However the e-book restores the original full version. Here’s how it starts;


1: Nightwalker


As the yellow moon rose high and the traffic lights changed to red, it came looking for victims.

It walked alone through the town’s empty streets. The wind in the chestnut trees dropped away, as if in fear of its approach. It glided silently over the wet pavements and roads. A thousand dark shadows twisted in its wake.

It passed the dead houses one by one. Sometimes it stopped to stare and listen, tilting its head to one side. It paused before a house where the TV flickered in the living room, and waited for a moment, sensing life. All the windows were bolted shut, as if people inside had closed them against the presence of something evil. No-one ever saw or heard the creature when it walked, but a few felt it. Parents told their children that there was nothing to be afraid of in the dark, but there was.

Something had been released into the night streets. It moved unnoticed and sucked the life from people. It caused slow painful death, but even those who could sense its presence were too scared to admit it was there.

And now, with quiet deliberation, it was heading for the street where I lived.

A dog barked sharply, then screamed and whimpered, as if it had been hurt.

A cat yowled, but the sound was suddenly cut off.

A dustbin rolled over on its side with a clang.

I was laying on sweat-damp sheets, waiting for the sounds of the city to fade away. The quiet would herald the arrival of a terrible presence. I was expecting it. But I wasn’t ready for it.

Before I could think of what to do, the deep silence fell.

It was so thick that nothing could be heard at all. The rustle of leaves, the noise of the traffic, the low hum of city life, everything became muffled and vanished. It was as if a dense layer of snow had suddenly deadened all sound. Or as if the town had suddenly sunk to the bottom of the sea. No movement anywhere – time itself might as well have stopped.

The creature always walked in a pool of stillness.

It was passing by the window of number 13 Torrington Avenue right now, without a whisper. A shadow crossed the streetlight, moving slowly and steadily.

Up on the first floor, in the front bedroom, I pushed the duvet down from my shoulders and listened. After another minute and a half, the normal noises of the street returned, and it was safe again. I heard a distant car alarm. The faint see-sawing two-note of an ambulance siren. The wind lifted in the trees. The dog was crying in pain, or was it a fox? I couldn’t tell. It was the sound of the city at night, as distinctive as a beating heart.

I sat up in bed and lowered my feet to the floor. I was boiling hot, because I was fully dressed. I pulled my nylon backpack from under the bed and tiptoed to the door. It was dark in the hall, but I could see a light coming from my mother’s bedroom. The middle floorboard always creaked, so I carefully walked on either side of it.

I crept down the stairs and into the hall. Stopping before the stained glass windows in the front door, I held out my hand to see if my fingers were shaking. No, they were steady enough. Let’s finish this tonight, I told myself. Now. Before it’s too late.

Opening the door, I stepped out into the freezing night and pulled the latch shut behind me, but it still made a noise; it always did. I ran lightly down the garden path and out of the gate, stopping to check inside my backpack. At the brow of the road I could see a swirl of dried leaves, an absent shape, like a hole in the air. I knew the creature had just passed from sight. It was in no hurry, because it was scared of nothing. I was sure I could catch up with it – that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was what would happen next.

I knew I might get injured or even die, but I also knew I had to act alone. No-one else could help me, because no-one would ever believe me in a million years. But I still didn’t know what to do.

Ahead I heard the wail of another cat, then a muffled explosion, like the thump of snow sliding from a roof. When I reached the corner, I found Mrs Hill’s mean ginger tom lying on the pavement. It had been turned inside out. Its steaming pink guts were hanging on the nearby hedge, like sausages displayed in a butcher’s shop window.

I’m dealing with something that can explode a cat, I thought.

‘The Curse of Snakes’ is available as a low-priced e-book.

13 comments on “Celebrating 20 E-Books: The Curse Of Snakes”

  1. Jo W says:

    This is a book I have never read,mainly because as an ophidiophobic,I find it difficult to even glance at the cover. However,that opening does rather lead you in,so perhaps if I were to find a copy without its cover I might be brave enough to read more. After all,I did manage to get through The Haunting of Toby Jugg with all those arachnids,but with all the lights left on! 😉

  2. Brian Evans says:

    Thanks Jo W-that’s a new word I’ve learnt. So-that’s what my phobia of snakes is called! Like you, I couldn’t touch a book with a cover as shown above.

  3. Chris Webb says:

    Jo, the Kindle edition has a not-so-scary cover:


    The paperback (with cover as per the image above) is called The Curse of Snakes: Hellion but the ebook is called Hellion – Curse of Snakes. Presumably this is to distinguish between the Enid Blyton version and the Director’s Cut.

  4. admin says:

    Ooh, you might not like this place then!

  5. Brian Evans says:

    You rotter! Naturally-I couldn’t resist. Yukko.

  6. Jo W says:

    I didn’t look,Christopher. I didn’t want to risk nightmares,thank you!

  7. Steveb says:

    Spiders are my problem; like you I can’t even touch a picture.

  8. Steveb says:

    Ps and I have seen the film arachnophobia

  9. Wayne Mook says:

    Are you going to resurrect any of the other Hellion Adventures? Do hey exist in some rough state, or just as basic plots or thoughts. Did anything from the series ever get used. sorry I souns like some fan at a convention.

    By the way about the snake phobia, how do you feel about lizards, especially the ones that look like snakes, e.g. The Slow Worm? Just being nosey really you don’t have to answer.


  10. Wayne#1 says:

    I really liked the book, I am tempted to get the ebook just so I can read all the stuff that didn’t make the Paperback. As Wayne M. mentioned it, I too would like to go on further adventures into this world so maybe you could delve into those filing cabinets of past writings. Just for us 😉

  11. Chris Webb says:

    On the subject of phobias, I bought Nyctophobia a while ago (second-hand paperback on ebay). I haven’t got round to reading it yet so I don’t know what it means but from the cover I assume it’s the fear of lightbulbs. Or maybe not.

    I hope it’s not another Bowdlerised version or I might have to get the Kindle version. What’s the word for fear of ebooks?

  12. Helen Martin says:

    Oh, dear. I have Hellion, have enjoyed it, would have bought it for my school library, and am thoroughly pissed that there are parts missing. I join the Waynes in hoping there is a possibility of more in that field. You had the wrong editor there, you know.

  13. Martin Gore says:

    I also loved this book. I’m going to have to buy the ebook edition now. I also join the in with the commenters above who want to see more Hellion adventures. You’ve mentioned before that you had plotted several more. Hopefully, like Plastic before it, we’ll get to see these in some form one day 🙂

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