Alice is in deep trouble.

The police have found her covered in blood and surrounded by corpses. The dazed teenager explains that she had befriended an angel to help her escape her tiny Yorkshire village that is situated over a gate to hell.

Why? Because the Harvest was coming and the love of her life was up for selection.

The Sulphur Diaries Excerpt:

“There is blood everywhere, on the walls, on the tables; I’m not sure what I just stood in, but it’s slippery.

Johnny! I scream, to be heard over the racket from outside, but there’s no answer and I can’t see him in the dim light. There’s a wet thump against the outer wall, though I daren’t look out of the windows. If I do, I might never be able to look away.

The shrieking outside is like nothing I’ve ever heard, and I freeze. Clenching my hands to stop their trembling, I peer into the gloom. Soft red light from some torches show me nothing but a puppet-show of shadows fighting outside. I recognise some of the locals: Mr Higgins, the Croft twins, their shapes easy to pick out as they struggle against the imps.

There seem to be more of them now. Where are they coming from? I remember calling to Lyle – not even an hour ago, however much it feels like days – but why are these imps attacking, why–”

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Alice ‘Murph’ Murphy	Johnny Hunter	Caroline 'Cazza' Higgins
“I want them down there to understand that we love each other. They only understand lust and what we have – this is pure. They don’t see that kind of emotion in this village. I want them to understand that we’re different. They’ll be scared of us, scared of our feelings. It might help keep us safe.”	“Murph, you’re such a numpty. I loved you when I was seven, when you had pigtails and muddy knees. When I was ten, and you had that revolting obsession with that sewer demon. I still kissed you! Even with that sulphur smell all over you and the sticky oozy stuff…”	“No films or good shows on telly, no parties. Oh, Mr. Mason is having a desecration ritual, it might…” Cazza stops when she sees my face. “Okay, okay, no more rituals this weekend. What ideas have you got, then, Miss Grumpy?”