A couple of years back in BROKEN SIGIL I wrote about a very strange house in New York. The Job is about another of these houses, following the same rules, but with a different set of problems to solve. It’s set in Scotland, and features Dave, a burglar in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
It’s a story that features many of the things I love – it’s got some Scottish history, a supernatural element, some guitar playing and singing, and Glasgow, an old stomping ground of mine. What’s not to like?
The House is out of sorts, its power corrupted by men after influence and wealth. Dave wanted some of that wealth for himself, but the house has other ideas. It has a problem. And it's Dave’s job to fix it… by any means necessary.
There are houses like this all over the world. Most people only know of them from whispered stories over campfires; tall tales told to scare the unwary. But some, those who suffer… some know better. They are drawn to the places where what ails them can be eased.
If you have the will, the fortitude, you can peer into another life, where the dead are not gone, where you can see that they thrive and go on, in the dreams that stuff is made of.
Dave Wilson is down on his luck, with gambling debts coming due. He takes on a risky burglary at a Scottish country house, but the job goes badly wrong, and all too soon Dave is embroiled in a fight he wants no part of—an ages-old battle for ownership of the house.
Opposing factions are at work, and both want Dave's help. There are demons to fight, both metaphorical and literal, and there are hard choices to be made, if Dave has the strength to make them.