Guest Post: The Inspiration for Spirits of the Dead by @StephenJWillis @LoveBooksGroup

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Throughout the series, Christopher and his friends must overcome various despicable foes as they battle with riddles, codes, creatures of the night, deathly spectres and secret orders, as they go in search of Christopher's missing brother and father.

Through the darkness of a starless night a tall shadowy figure rode silently along the long wet road. His black cloak flapped about him like the wings of a great vampire bat. Christopher Daring looked on from his bedroom window, both intrigue and suspicion forming the seed of a new adventure.

Once accompanied by his best friend Jason, they embark upon a ghostly trail into the unknown. They soon find themselves fighting for their lives as they become unexpectedly entwined with both the living and the dead.

Upon Jason becoming spiritually trapped and in danger of being lost to the clutches of death itself, Christopher takes up a quest to find a missing golden pocket watch, that should restore balance to the dark forces that surround them all. But, the twisted greed of the local ghostly priest and his demonic hound, Satan, have other ideas.


With an unusual mix of science, technology, cosmology, fantasy fiction and a dash of the spiritual self, the Christopher Daring Adventures is a thrilling ride into the impossible.

Guest Post by Stephen: Inspiration


My initial inspiration for this book came from a real ghostly building in my local town. 3am one foggy morning I was out walking the high street, trying to shift a rather nasty migraine. I remember stopping in my tracks as an unexpected pressure upon my chest caused me to take in a deep breath. I recall looking up at an old bicycle shop, where a big period bike sat gathering dust in the widow.

Everything about the shop display was grey and lost in the past. But the main pull was to the top second floor windows, where I felt the presence of someone looking down at me from behind the blackened windows. It was a very odd sensation. As I stared up I got the impression that the person was that of a young girl, that had been stuck up there for over a hundred years. I remember thinking how that poor girl had died up there so many moons ago. And questioned where on earth that feeling had come from. But being late, I pressed on with my walk, still determined to shift the migraine. 

The seed of a story idea, however, had been planted in my mind. But what really made it real for me was that over the next few weeks, I happen to walk past the same shop with two different friends. And on both occasions when I asked them what they thought of this practically invisible shop, they too raised a hand to their chest and mentioned that they suddenly felt an odd constriction there. They were both bowled over when I told them of my earlier experience, and agreed that the place gave off a dark sort of foreboding.

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