'A masterwork of paranoid, destabilizing weird fiction.'
- Paul Tremblay, author of The Pallbearers Club
'A poet of misfits, outsiders and the forsaken, his empathy for their suffering ever poignant.'
- Adam Nevill, author of The Ritual
'Stark and thrumming with a forbidden, eldritch energy.'
- Matt Wesolowski, author of Demon
Moving into an old and decaying house, Martin Swann discovers a box of video cassettes in the garden shed. One of them is a bootleg copy of a morbid and disturbing film by obscure French director, Jean Rien.
The discovery leads Martin on a search for the director's other films, and for a way to understand Rien's filmography, drawing him away from his home and his lover into a shadowy realm of secrets, rituals and creeping decay. An encounter with a crazed film journalist in Gravesend leads to drug-fuelled visions in Paris - and finally to the Mexican desert where a grim revelation awaits.
The Witnesses Are Gone is a first-hand account of a journey into the darkest parts of the underworld - a look behind the screen on which our collective nightmares play.
