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Mind the Gap
The Hidden Cities Book 1
by Christopher Golden & Tim Lebbon
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy Thriller
“The super-fast pacing and creepy touches give this teen adventure plenty
of character.”—Publishers
Weekly
Returning to her home in London, teen Jasmine Towne realizes just how
long
she’s been training for the moment she would be on her own. Her
paranoid mother’s last words, scrawled in her own blood, demand her
action: JAZZ HIDE FOREVER. In this moment, the strange men who have
always hung around her family’s life—whom her mother called the
Uncles—become starkly sinister. And they’re on her trail.
long
she’s been training for the moment she would be on her own. Her
paranoid mother’s last words, scrawled in her own blood, demand her
action: JAZZ HIDE FOREVER. In this moment, the strange men who have
always hung around her family’s life—whom her mother called the
Uncles—become starkly sinister. And they’re on her trail.
Seeking cover in the Underground, Jazz slips through a mysterious gate,
down
tunnels, and seemingly through time. Inside an abandoned city of bomb
shelters and forgotten Tube stations, she finds temporary refuge with
a gang of petty thieves. Flashes of the past, spectral and haunting,
share the tunnels…with no regard for the living. For how long can
Jazz hide from the terrors of both her worlds?
down
tunnels, and seemingly through time. Inside an abandoned city of bomb
shelters and forgotten Tube stations, she finds temporary refuge with
a gang of petty thieves. Flashes of the past, spectral and haunting,
share the tunnels…with no regard for the living. For how long can
Jazz hide from the terrors of both her worlds?
The Map of Moments
The Hidden Cities Book 2
To what
lengths would you go to undo the pain of the past?
lengths would you go to undo the pain of the past?
“Golden and Lebbon have far
outstripped their past efforts with this
wonderfully creepy thriller of a ghost story.”
outstripped their past efforts with this
wonderfully creepy thriller of a ghost story.”
—Publishers Weekly
starred review
starred review
“Golden and Lebbon vividly evoke the
rich, enduring character of New Orleans,
as well as spinning a compelling fantasy yarn that builds momentum as
Max works his way through the city’s history.” —Booklist
rich, enduring character of New Orleans,
as well as spinning a compelling fantasy yarn that builds momentum as
Max works his way through the city’s history.” —Booklist
Max Corbett has returned to New Orleans for the funeral of his former
girlfriend, Gabrielle Doucette, but between the destruction wrought
by Hurricane Katrina and the devastation of his ruined relationship,
the city feels alien.
girlfriend, Gabrielle Doucette, but between the destruction wrought
by Hurricane Katrina and the devastation of his ruined relationship,
the city feels alien.
At Gabrielle’s graveside, Max meets Ray. Over a bottle of bourbon in a
dive bar, the two discuss Gabrielle’s unique connection to the city.
Ray suggests that this connection might mean her tragic death is not
truly her end. And he happens to know a real magic practitioner—not
some Bourbon Street phony—who could open a window to the past and
send a warning to Gabrielle. Maybe Max can even deliver the warning
in person? Ray offers him a cheap map and says the process is simple.
Follow the charted moments to build up a little bit of magical clout
and then find the man with the gift.
dive bar, the two discuss Gabrielle’s unique connection to the city.
Ray suggests that this connection might mean her tragic death is not
truly her end. And he happens to know a real magic practitioner—not
some Bourbon Street phony—who could open a window to the past and
send a warning to Gabrielle. Maybe Max can even deliver the warning
in person? Ray offers him a cheap map and says the process is simple.
Follow the charted moments to build up a little bit of magical clout
and then find the man with the gift.
Surging with liquid courage, Max takes the ludicrous tourist map and sets
off. But it turns out this quest is not so easy. When Max enters theFirst Moment, he is drawn into the fabric of history to witness dark
and violent periods, and with each passing step, a grim conspiracy is
revealed. Suddenly in too deep, there is nowhere for Max to go but
through. But when you trudge through a swamp, you’re going to get muddy.
off. But it turns out this quest is not so easy. When Max enters theFirst Moment, he is drawn into the fabric of history to witness dark
and violent periods, and with each passing step, a grim conspiracy is
revealed. Suddenly in too deep, there is nowhere for Max to go but
through. But when you trudge through a swamp, you’re going to get muddy.
The Chamber of Ten
The Hidden Cities Book 3
Archaeologist Dr. Geena Hodge is on the precipice of success: her team has found an
entrance to an underground chamber while searching for the Petrarch’s
lost library. A documentarian is joining her team for the descent
into the long-hidden structure and may be the key to extensive
funding. Best of all, she is able to share the excitement of this
momentous occasion with her assistant-slash-lover, Nico, whose
psychic presence resonates in her own mind.
Within a strikingly preserved room—unlike any Venetian excavation—
the
team finds only one artifact: a small vessel that immediately
mesmerizes Nico. While the team investigates a slab of granite inlaid
in the floor, Nico becomes transfixed by the object, and before he
can be stopped, he has the urn in his hands. Then, it is broken open
on the ground. And with that, the impossibly withheld groundwater
begins to fill the chamber…
the
team finds only one artifact: a small vessel that immediately
mesmerizes Nico. While the team investigates a slab of granite inlaid
in the floor, Nico becomes transfixed by the object, and before he
can be stopped, he has the urn in his hands. Then, it is broken open
on the ground. And with that, the impossibly withheld groundwater
begins to fill the chamber…
In the clamor to escape the rapidly flooding room and save the found
texts, the team is sent in all directions. And Nico’s mind, always
attuned to Geena’s, seems to go quiet. His actions in the days
after the incident feel unlike him, and his consciousness seems to
dissolve beneath the weight of his experience with the artifact. What
insidious force was within? And what can satisfy its restless will?
texts, the team is sent in all directions. And Nico’s mind, always
attuned to Geena’s, seems to go quiet. His actions in the days
after the incident feel unlike him, and his consciousness seems to
dissolve beneath the weight of his experience with the artifact. What
insidious force was within? And what can satisfy its restless will?
The Shadow Men
The Hidden Cities Book 4
From Beacon Hill to Southie, historic Boston is a town of vibrant
neighborhoods knit into a seamless whole. But as Jim Banks and Trix
Newcomb learn in a terrifying instant, it is also a city
divided—split into three separate versions of itself by a mad
magician once tasked with its protection.
Jim is happily married to Jenny, with whom he has a young daughter,
Holly. Trix is Jenny’s best friend, practically a member of the
family—although she has secretly been in love with Jenny for years.
Then Jenny and Holly inexplicably disappear—and leave behind a
Boston in which they never existed. Only Jim and Trix remember them.
Only Jim and Trix can bring them back.
Holly. Trix is Jenny’s best friend, practically a member of the
family—although she has secretly been in love with Jenny for years.
Then Jenny and Holly inexplicably disappear—and leave behind a
Boston in which they never existed. Only Jim and Trix remember them.
Only Jim and Trix can bring them back.
With the help of Boston’s Oracle, an elderly woman with magical
powers,
Jim and Trix travel between the fractured cities, for that is where
Jenny and Holly have gone. But more is at stake than one family’s
happiness. If Jim and Trix should fail, the spell holding theseparate Bostons apart will fail too, and the cities will reintegrate
in a cataclysmic implosion. Someone, it seems, wants just that.
Someone with deadly shadow men at their disposal.
powers,
Jim and Trix travel between the fractured cities, for that is where
Jenny and Holly have gone. But more is at stake than one family’s
happiness. If Jim and Trix should fail, the spell holding theseparate Bostons apart will fail too, and the cities will reintegrate
in a cataclysmic implosion. Someone, it seems, wants just that.
Someone with deadly shadow men at their disposal.
CHRISTOPHER GOLDEN
is the New York Times bestselling author of such novels as Ararat,
Snowblind, Tin Men, The Myth Hunters, Wildwood Road, The Boys Are
Back in Town, The Ferryman, Strangewood, and Of Saints and Shadows.
He has also written books for teens and young adults, including
Poison Ink, Soulless, and the thriller series Body of Evidence,
honored by the New York Public Library and chosen as one of YALSA’s
Best Books for Young Readers.
Goldenco-created (with Mike Mignola)
two cult favorite comic book series,
Baltimore and Joe Golem: Occult Detective. As an editor, he has
worked on the short story anthologies Seize the Night, The New Dead,
and Dark Cities, among others, and has also written and co-written
comic books, video games, screenplays, a BBC radio play, the online
animated series Ghosts of Albion (with Amber Benson), and a network
television pilot. A frequent speaker at conferences, schools, and
libraries, Golden is also co-host of the podcasts Three Guys with
Beards and Defenders Dialogue, and the founder of the Merrimack
Valley Halloween Book Festival.
two cult favorite comic book series,
Baltimore and Joe Golem: Occult Detective. As an editor, he has
worked on the short story anthologies Seize the Night, The New Dead,
and Dark Cities, among others, and has also written and co-written
comic books, video games, screenplays, a BBC radio play, the online
animated series Ghosts of Albion (with Amber Benson), and a network
television pilot. A frequent speaker at conferences, schools, and
libraries, Golden is also co-host of the podcasts Three Guys with
Beards and Defenders Dialogue, and the founder of the Merrimack
Valley Halloween Book Festival.
Golden was born and raised in Massachusetts, where he still lives with
hisfamily. His original novels have been published in more than fourteen
languages in countries around the world.
hisfamily. His original novels have been published in more than fourteen
languages in countries around the world.
TIM LEBBON
has been published for over twenty years and have written over forty
horror, dark fantasy and tie-in novels, including The Silence,
Relics, Coldbrook, The Cabin in the Woods, the Noreela series of
fantasy books (Dusk, Dawn, Fallen and The Island), the NY Times
Bestselling novelisation of the movie 30 Days of Night, Alien: Out of
the Shadows, Star Wars: Dawn of the Jedi – Into the Void, and several
books with Christopher Golden, including Blood of the Four, The Map
of Moments and The Secret Journeys of Jack London. He’s also written
hundreds of novellas and novels and have won several prestigious awards.
The movie of The Silence, starring Stanley Tucci and Kiernan Shipka, is
out summer 2018. Pay the Ghost, starring Nicolas Cage, was released
in 2016. More of his work is currently in development for the big screen.
out summer 2018. Pay the Ghost, starring Nicolas Cage, was released
in 2016. More of his work is currently in development for the big screen.
Map of Moments
Corinne drove south on Interstate 10 with the windows down, making a wind tunnel out of her
beat-up old Chevy Corsica. Max didn’t complain. The car had no air-conditioning, and the
afternoon was warm and humid. Back home in Boston, November meant chilly days and chillier
nights. But that Louisiana day, winter felt a whole world away.
“Thanks for coming to get me,” he said, fifteen minutes south of the airport.
“Not a problem. Guy like you, if you’d gotten a rental, you’d probably have been carjacked
before you got anywhere near your hotel.”
Max stared at her, waiting for the smile. It didn’t come.
“You’re serious.”
Corinne kept both hands on the wheel and her eyes straight ahead. There’d been precious little
small talk at the airport, and even less since.
“We’re a little short on jokes down here, lately,” she said. “So yeah, I’m serious. It’s rough. The
city’s still reeling.” She trailed off, but Max sensed that she had more to say, so he gave her the
silence in which to speak. After a pause, she did. “They’ve got hundreds of dead folk in a
warehouse over by the Superdome. Doing DNA tests, supposedly, trying to figure out who they
all are. If I hadn’t laid claim to Gaby, she’d probably still be over there. Maybe forever. French
Quarter’s back up and running, other parts of the city, too. High ground. You’ll be fine in your
hotel. But some areas, it’s still a war zone. Might as well be in Baghdad. A lot of the folks that
left, maybe most of ’em, aren’t ever coming back. Some places, it’s like the apocalypse came.
There’s talk of rebuilding, but it’s never gonna happen. That’s the first sign of a crumbling
empire, Max.
Cities fall and nobody builds ’em up again.”
He kept staring at her, but Corinne still didn’t turn to him. Max became keenly aware of his
hands, as though he should be able to do something with them, maybe try to offer her comfort,
or send up a prayer to God. But he barely knew Corinne, and he and God were strangers.
After a couple of minutes, the time when he should have said something in reply passed, so he
stopped seeking the words.
Corinne and Gabrielle were cousins, Creole girls who’d never be mistaken for white but whose
skin forever marked them out among the black population of New Orleans. Max had never
understood the politics of hue, and always feared expressing an opinion on the subject. He was
white and from Boston, and he couldn’t claim to know a damn thing about New Orleans. So he
kept his mouth shut. All he knew was that even before he’d met Gabrielle he had thought a
mixed-race heritage produced the most beautiful children, and that there must be some lesson
the world should learn from that. Meeting Gabrielle had cemented this belief.Riding in the car beside her, Max saw some of that same beauty in Corinne. They’d met half a
dozen times when he’d been involved with Gabrielle, but he’d never really noticed her looks.
She simply didn’t have her cousin’s presence. Gabrielle had burned brightly; Corinne had been
in her shadow. But apparently it hadn’t stopped her from loving Gabrielle.
Abruptly, she turned and shot him a hard look. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”
“You look a little like her,” Max said.
“I’m nothing like her!” Corinne snapped, turning her gaze back to the road ahead. The hurt in
her voice didn’t surprise him, but the anger did.
“Are we really going to be the only people at the funeral?”
Corinne softened. “Our family shut her out; you know that.
The ones who are still in the city, they live Uptown. When she was alive, they’d cross the street
if they saw her coming. Now that she’s dead, they won’t be going out of their way to say good-
bye. Could be some of her friends’ll have heard and come along and surprise me, but I doubt it.
Lots of people have been shipped out. Those who are still here are looking after themselves and
their own. It’s all right, though.”
Max looked out the window, watching the side of the highway where wind-downed trees and
abandoned cars remained, part of the debris left behind by the storm.
“Two people,” he said quietly. “How can that be all right?”
“Ah, she wouldn’t mind so much,” Corinne said. “She didn’t have but the two of us who really
loved her. We’ll be there. That’s as it should be.”
Max swallowed hard. His throat had gone dry. “I’m not sure—”
“Don’t even start. She put the knife in you deep, man. I know that. But don’t try to tell me you
stopped loving her because of it.
I know better.”
Irritated, he narrowed his eyes and studied her. “You think so?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
Max opened his mouth, but closed it again. The Doucette women had a habit of leaving him
speechless.
beat-up old Chevy Corsica. Max didn’t complain. The car had no air-conditioning, and the
afternoon was warm and humid. Back home in Boston, November meant chilly days and chillier
nights. But that Louisiana day, winter felt a whole world away.
“Thanks for coming to get me,” he said, fifteen minutes south of the airport.
“Not a problem. Guy like you, if you’d gotten a rental, you’d probably have been carjacked
before you got anywhere near your hotel.”
Max stared at her, waiting for the smile. It didn’t come.
“You’re serious.”
Corinne kept both hands on the wheel and her eyes straight ahead. There’d been precious little
small talk at the airport, and even less since.
“We’re a little short on jokes down here, lately,” she said. “So yeah, I’m serious. It’s rough. The
city’s still reeling.” She trailed off, but Max sensed that she had more to say, so he gave her the
silence in which to speak. After a pause, she did. “They’ve got hundreds of dead folk in a
warehouse over by the Superdome. Doing DNA tests, supposedly, trying to figure out who they
all are. If I hadn’t laid claim to Gaby, she’d probably still be over there. Maybe forever. French
Quarter’s back up and running, other parts of the city, too. High ground. You’ll be fine in your
hotel. But some areas, it’s still a war zone. Might as well be in Baghdad. A lot of the folks that
left, maybe most of ’em, aren’t ever coming back. Some places, it’s like the apocalypse came.
There’s talk of rebuilding, but it’s never gonna happen. That’s the first sign of a crumbling
empire, Max.
Cities fall and nobody builds ’em up again.”
He kept staring at her, but Corinne still didn’t turn to him. Max became keenly aware of his
hands, as though he should be able to do something with them, maybe try to offer her comfort,
or send up a prayer to God. But he barely knew Corinne, and he and God were strangers.
After a couple of minutes, the time when he should have said something in reply passed, so he
stopped seeking the words.
Corinne and Gabrielle were cousins, Creole girls who’d never be mistaken for white but whose
skin forever marked them out among the black population of New Orleans. Max had never
understood the politics of hue, and always feared expressing an opinion on the subject. He was
white and from Boston, and he couldn’t claim to know a damn thing about New Orleans. So he
kept his mouth shut. All he knew was that even before he’d met Gabrielle he had thought a
mixed-race heritage produced the most beautiful children, and that there must be some lesson
the world should learn from that. Meeting Gabrielle had cemented this belief.Riding in the car beside her, Max saw some of that same beauty in Corinne. They’d met half a
dozen times when he’d been involved with Gabrielle, but he’d never really noticed her looks.
She simply didn’t have her cousin’s presence. Gabrielle had burned brightly; Corinne had been
in her shadow. But apparently it hadn’t stopped her from loving Gabrielle.
Abruptly, she turned and shot him a hard look. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”
“You look a little like her,” Max said.
“I’m nothing like her!” Corinne snapped, turning her gaze back to the road ahead. The hurt in
her voice didn’t surprise him, but the anger did.
“Are we really going to be the only people at the funeral?”
Corinne softened. “Our family shut her out; you know that.
The ones who are still in the city, they live Uptown. When she was alive, they’d cross the street
if they saw her coming. Now that she’s dead, they won’t be going out of their way to say good-
bye. Could be some of her friends’ll have heard and come along and surprise me, but I doubt it.
Lots of people have been shipped out. Those who are still here are looking after themselves and
their own. It’s all right, though.”
Max looked out the window, watching the side of the highway where wind-downed trees and
abandoned cars remained, part of the debris left behind by the storm.
“Two people,” he said quietly. “How can that be all right?”
“Ah, she wouldn’t mind so much,” Corinne said. “She didn’t have but the two of us who really
loved her. We’ll be there. That’s as it should be.”
Max swallowed hard. His throat had gone dry. “I’m not sure—”
“Don’t even start. She put the knife in you deep, man. I know that. But don’t try to tell me you
stopped loving her because of it.
I know better.”
Irritated, he narrowed his eyes and studied her. “You think so?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
Max opened his mouth, but closed it again. The Doucette women had a habit of leaving him
speechless.
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I like how the overs tie together.
I like the cover
I like the covers a lot. The Map of Moments appeals to me the most
The book cover looks very interesting I would like to read the book
You have provided too many covers to choose from – each gives me a different reason to want to read the books. I think I like the Mind the Gap as it makes me believe that there is some reason that time has stood still due to unknown reasons. I do like them all as for the colors and look forward to some good reading. Thanks for sharing.
Merry Christmas
I like how the covers match and you can tell they are part of the same set. I have roots in Boston so especially interested in Book 4!
Looks super amazing
I like The Map of Moments cover best.
This book looks so intriguing!
All of the book covers are pretty! I like the Mind the Gap one best!
The books look very interesting and the covers are good!
The books look very interesting.
The cover looks appealing.
I love the covers and the books sound interesting.
It is a neat cover.
I really like covers. I like that they look great together. Thank you
The maps of moments appeals to me the most.
The covers make me curious about the books.
like the covers
This series sounds amazing. I love to travel.
I love the covers, especially The Chamber of Ten.
These all sound really good! I’m most interested in The Map of Moments.
The cover is super cool! I love the design. Definitely looks much more professional than most book covers.
The map/compass rose give off an old Venetian feel.
Nice book covers. Happy New Year/!
I love all the covers and Mind the Gap seems like an interesting read. I think my teenage daughter would probably be able to relate to this book and love it, since I am a very over protective mother and I’m always trying to prepare her for adulthood.
I really like the covers. The Shadow Men sound intriguing.
I love the maps on the covers
I like the Map of Moments cover the best. The title stands out at the top and the colors are appealing.
I love the cover!!!
The covers look nice!
Looks like interesting books.
Thanks for the contest.
Stylish; I like how each of the four corners are utilized to highlight the title.
I like the covers and they are very interesting! My favorite is the The Chamber of Ten cover.
The cover looks so good. The book looks like a good ready too!
I like the colors on the covers.
The books sound really good and I love the covers
looks ok
I love it
The covers are eye catching
I love the covers, they have an abstract-ness to them! I like the “Mind the Gap” cover has a feminine look not only by color but also with curvy,feminine lines to match. 💖 I do likes them all but this stood out to me first after seeing them all 💗
Unique cover!
I like the color scheme of The Map Of Moments but the other covers are very similar. I have no question for the author.
The cover looks unique and interesting. I would love to read this.
I love the old school maps and the color variety