Good morning and happy Saturday! Again, I’ve got two posts for you today! First up, I’m one of the closing stops on the blog tour for Glasshouse by Morwenna Blackwood and am pleased to be able to share an extract with you! But first up, here’s what you need to know about the book…..
‘Now if I carry out this oath, and break it not, may I gain for ever reputation among all men for my life and for my art; but if I break it and forswear myself, may the opposite befall me.’
~ from the Hippocratic Oath (translated by WHS Jones)
Psychiatrists, Drs Whittle and Grosvenor, have dedicated their lives to helping their patients, but their approach, and the complications it reveals, lead them into relationships that harm not only themselves.
As their lives entangle, both men find that doing no harm is not as cut-and-dried as they perceived.
Can the patients in their care really trust them? Or are more sinister motives at work?
Delve into the dark world of psychiatric institutions where doctors and residents play a dangerous game where no one is infallible!
Publisher: darkstroke books (26 Mar. 2021)
Formats: Paperback & eBook. Available on Kindle Unlimited
Lizzie has just woken up to find herself in the Acute Admissions Unit of a psychiatric hospital…
I open my eyes, with difficulty – my eyelids feel really heavy – and immediately recognise a hospital ceiling. The adrenalin starts pumping, but I’m still a bit hazy and unsure as to what’s happened. My eyes trace the curtains which are closed around my bed; the equipment I’m attached to. I try to work out what time and day it is, but it’s too much effort, and I drift off again.
I can’t believe it – I am back in AAU! Apparently, this one is in Exeter, but it could be anywhere – everything is beige; the pre-made tea is tepid; there’s a grille on my door. I sit on a stool in a special room to take my meds, and they check in my mouth and under my tongue to make sure I’ve swallowed them. The mugs are plastic; there are no sharps.
I had a very long assessment with a lot of people, but I couldn’t utter a word. In the end, they decided to leave me in the AAU. I have no idea whether I have been sectioned or not. I can’t make sense of it, and nor, it seems, can the powers that be. At some point I have to see the police, but I can’t face that yet, and the staff here are being very sympathetic. It is clear by the way they treat me that I am not just thought of as ‘unwell’ – I am also a victim.
They’ve tried to get me to talk about Erazmus and Dom and everything, but I can’t. Heather has been in, as has Phee, and Bonnie, and they even got my mum to have a go. But I can’t – I physically can’t. I have another two labels that no one knows about: liar, and murderer.
about the author
When Morwenna Blackwood was six years old, she got told off for filling a school exercise book with an endless story when she should have been listening to the teacher/eating her tea/colouring with her friends. The story was about a frog. It never did end; and Morwenna never looked back.
Born and raised in Devon, Morwenna suffered from severe OCD and depression, and spent her childhood and teens in libraries. She travelled about for a decade before returning to Devon. She now has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of Exeter, and lives with her husband, son and three cats in a cottage that Bilbo Baggins would be proud of. Her debut psychological thriller, The (D)Evolution of Us, is published by #darkstroke, and has become an Amazon best-seller. When she is not writing, Morwenna works for an animal rescue charity, or can be found down by the sea.
She often thinks about that frog.
follow the tour
Thanks to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for inviting me on to the tour, and to the author for sharing the extract with us
Back soon lovelies