1993 A shape floats downstream, crashing into the lake of Chamomile. A settling famed for its 'too perfect' image. For Gavin, it's yet another needless eccentricity of a town he only dreams to escape. For others, it's a juicing basis of gossip and speculation. But, for Inspector Rudyard Stockwell, it's a pendulum of chaos looming precariously above his head. See, this figure is in the shape of a man. Encased in firm pale skin, it lacks a face. Nor does it hold a single defining feature one might associate with life. It's almost as though it is the discarded carcass of a stolen soul. It is, unquestionably, human. At least, it used to be. From the twisted mind of abstract newcomer Martin S. Wathen, 'The Endless Depths Of A Stolen Soul' is a horror experience one might seldom forget. This, the first part of a two edition event series. In it, you'll plunge into the depths of despair with Rudyard, Gavin and Angelica as they fight to keep peace but feel the tenuous strings of looming chaos ready to split. All with it, experience a tale of lost love, challenging hate and persevering friendship. Feel the true weight of Chamomile's curse, and follow those unlucky few ensnared in its clutch. The book also includes: a personal essay on the influence of horror cinema on Chamomile. PART II COMING SOON...