I am delighted to be popping C J Sutton’s TWG cherry, as I share an excerpt from the book. Thank you to RaRaResources for the blog tour invite! Before I share the excerpt, here is some more information about C J Sutton’s novel, ‘Dortmund Hibernate’.
Psychologist Dr Magnus Paul is tasked with the patients of Dortmund Asylum – nine criminally
insane souls hidden from the world due to the extremity of their acts.
Magnus has six weeks to prove them sane for transfer to a maximum-security prison, or label them
as incurable and recommend a death sentence under a new government act.
As Magnus delves into the darkness of the incarcerated minds, his own sanity is challenged. Secrets
squeeze through the cracks of the asylum, blurring the line between reality and nightmare, urging
Magnus towards a new life of crime…
The rural western town of Dortmund and its inhabitants are the backdrop to the mayhem on the
It’s Silence of the Lambs meets Shutter Island in this tale of loss, fear and diminishing hope.
About the author.
C.J. Sutton is a writer based in Melbourne, Australia. He holds a Master of Communication with
majors in journalism and creative writing, and supports the value of study through correspondence.
His fictional writing delves into the unpredictability of the human mind and the fears that drive us.
As a professional writer C.J. Sutton has worked within the hustle and bustle of newsrooms, the
competitive offices of advertising and the trenches of marketing. But his interest in creating new
characters and worlds has seen a move into fiction, which has always pleaded for complete
attention. Dortmund Hibernate is his debut novel.
In the following excerpt from Dortmund Hibernate, the protagonist Dr Magnus Paul is
discussing his past with lead guard Walter Perch to shed some light on why he chose such a
challenging and dark role. Here we take a glimpse into the lives of his siblings and their
impact on him becoming a renowned psychologist. Magnus’ past is as important as any
character in the path to a conclusion for the nine inmates.
“I was about eleven or twelve, and my brother came home beaming. He’d got this
job, the first of his life, and was waving around a bundle of colourful notes. I’d never
seen so much money. He ran straight up to me, unable to contain his excitement.
‘We are going to celebrate. Pizza, video games, whatever you want, kid.’ Mum
watched, and she was so proud. He handed her fifty dollars, and whispered in her
ear. I’d never seen her so happy. ‘Quick,’ he said, punching my shoulder, ‘grab your
sister and let’s go.’ I didn’t want to get her; her new boyfriend was over – Mitch, a
real slick cocksucker of a guy, arms like metal beams and a haircut that every prick
had at the time. I tried to tell him that it should just be us, two brothers spending
cash, but he insisted she join us. ‘Go get your sister, c’mon!’ I had no choice. Her
room was at the other end of the house, down a long hallway. I creeped, not wanting
to bust in there while they were going at it. But there was silence, so I continue. The
door wasn’t completely closed, just enough for me to peek through. I could only see
her bare legs hanging off the bed, so I pushed…and I wish I hadn’t; she was
slumped against the headboard of the bed, a needle sticking out of her arm, a dazed
look about her, chest rising ever so slightly. Mitch came out of her en suite bathroom,
turned to me and told me to get the fuck out. I’d never seen my sister use before.
She was always the good girl, telling my brother off when he smoked and slapping
my mum on the arm if she had too many champagnes.
Mitch came at me…and
pushed me so hard I put a hole in her dry wall. I ran out of there, but my brother…he
saw the fear on my face, and he reflected it with anger. I followed him back down the
hall, and he kicked the door open so hard I expected it to fly off its hinges. Now,
Mitch was a fair few sizes bigger than my brother, but here it didn’t matter. He
grabbed Mitch by the throat, pinned him against the wall and kneed him in the groin.
The bigger lad went down like a sack of shit. My brother was standing over him,
grinning; not a happy, satisfied or content grin, but a grin that wasn’t him. I knew
nothing of drugs, but I pulled out that needle carefully and tried to slap her into
consciousness. My brother twisted Mitch’s arm and led him out of the house, past
my mum who swore repeatedly at him.
He was gone for hours, and I never did hear what happened to Mitch. All I can say is
that nobody saw him again. My brother never spoke of it, and he returned still
beaming. We went out to see a movie and eat at a fancy restaurant that didn’t suit
the pair of us, and my sister spent the day recovering. They had their faults, bro and
sis, but they would’ve protected me against anyone, anything. This is my way, Walt.
There’s still a chance to do some good, for them.”