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“Cutting the Bloodline” by Angeline Trevena —–> In The Spotlight & Guest Post


This Book Cannot Bring Down a Government –
But it is the Story of One That Can

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Originally written as a stageplay five years ago, Cutting the Bloodline is the debut novella from British horror and fantasy author Angeline Trevena.

Released on Kindle on May 12th, this adult dystopian thriller follows magazine journalist Kenton Hicks as he sets out to change the world.

Born and bred in a rural corner of Devon, Angeline now lives among the breweries and canals of central England, with her husband, their son, and a somewhat neurotic cat. She’s been writing since she was old enough to hold a pen, and has several short stories published in various anthologies and magazines.

After spending her formative years on the stage, she graduated in 2003 with a BA Hons Degree in Drama and Writing. While at university, she decided that her future lay in writing words, rather than performing them.

Cutting the Bloodline is set in a future Britain where people are tested for the criminal gene, where carriers are outcast, and babies testing positive are aborted. Kenton simply wants to gather the stories of those who have suffered, but as his book gathers pace, and he investigates further, he finds that the crime free-utopia they enjoy was sold to them on a lie.

While the government fight to protect that lie, there are others determined to expose it, by whatever means. Kenton finds himself pulled between everyone else’s agenda, while his own motivations start to become a little confused. But his book has the power to start a civil war, and he needs to figure out who’s on his side.

Tony Benson, author of dystopian thriller, An Accident of Birth, said “Cutting The Bloodline is a vivid portrayal of a scarily real future, and the man who risks his life to expose the truth. Insightful, original, imaginative, and a great read.”

A Word From The Author 

A First Time For Everything

I never imagined that my first book would be a political thriller.
I’ve always been a voracious reader, as a child I loved the Choose Your Own Adventure stories. The ones where, at the end of each chapter, you could choose what the characters did next, and turned to a particular page based on your decision. I loved having control over the story, feeling that this was my adventure. And I loved the dragons, and the
castles, and the magic.
I continued reading fantasy and, by my mid-twenties, had added horror to the mix. I’ve always been a fan of horror movies, but hadn’t read much of it before then. This was when I started pursuing writing seriously, and it was all fantasy and horror.
After building up a good collection of unfinished novels, I started writing short stories. They fitted me better as a writer with an aversion to planning, and a short attention span. I could be immersed in a different world every month, inventing new characters, new settings. And I’ve been a very happy short story writer ever since.
But I always knew I was working towards writing longer stories. Cutting the Bloodline, standing at around 21k words, is the first step on that journey. My first adventure in self publishing. I’ve learnt to code an ebook, to market it, to organise a blog tour. One big, but fun, learning curve.
But I always imagined my first book would be epic fantasy, or horror.
Cutting the Bloodline is set in a dystopian future: Britian, 2052. It’s a world in which people are judged, and condemned, because of their genetics. Where tainted children are abandoned at birth, or aborted before their first breath. While the population enjoy a crime-free society, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
And while a story about politics and genetics may seem a little out of my comfort zone, dystopian fiction is something I know well.
As a child, my father started me off on the right track; reading books by the likes of HG Wells and John Wyndham for my bedtime stories.
And while Cutting the Bloodline may not have aliens or giant creatures attacking, it does have the greatest monster of all. Because there is nothing more monstrous than what man does to his fellow man.

About the Author

Angeline Trevena was born and bred in a rural corner of Devon, but now lives among the breweries and canals of central Angeline Trevena 800England. She is a horror and fantasy writer, poet and journalist. Cutting the Bloodline is her debut novella, and she has several short stories published in various anthologies and magazines.

In 2003 she graduated from Edge Hill University, Lancashire, with a BA Hons degree in Drama and Writing. During this time she decided that her future lay in writing words rather than performing them.

The most unlikely of horror writers, Angeline is scared of just about everything, and still can’t sleep in a fully dark room. She goes weak at the sight of blood, can’t share a room with a spider, but does have a streak of evil in her somewhere.

Some years ago she worked at an antique auction house and religiously checked every wardrobe that came in to see if Narnia was in the back of it. She’s still not given up looking for it.


Expecting bad news didn’t make it any easier to hear. Kenton pocketed his phone and shook his head, trying to push the call to the back of his mind. He couldn’t deal with family issues right now.

He pressed the bell, and the scanner below it flashed red. He pulled back his sleeve and waved his ID bracelet across it. He was still avoiding upgrading to the implant.

The door opened and the officer tipped his head, inviting Kenton inside.
As he ducked through the doorway, the blue lights of the scanner ran
over him; head to toe and back up again.

The officer held out his hand.
“No mobile phones. No recording devices.”
Kenton grimaced and handed them over. He’d have to do the interview old school.
“Mr Hicks, I presume.”
Kenton nodded. “That’s me.”
The officer huffed, and hitched his trousers back up to his broad stomach. His belt was so heavy with scanners and weapons, it threatened to drop his trousers to his ankles. He pointed to a row of steel chairs.
“Someone will come for you.” He ran his eyes over Kenton, tutted, and pulled the entrance door closed.
“Everyone knows what you’re doing, and why you’re here. They aren’t happy about it.” He huffed. “Things are working just fine, and no one needs you shoving your nose in.”
Kenton nodded. He hadn’t expected to get a warm welcome.
He slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and wrapped his fingers around his pen. It had run out of ink years ago, but he always carried it for luck. It was a novelty pen; one with a clothed woman who became naked when you tipped it. His dad had given it to him the day he graduated. He had always considered a journalism degree a waste of time, and the pen had been a symbol of his disapproval. A way to make a fool out of his son.
“Get a trade,” he had always said. “A real man’s job. There’s always work for real men.” Two years later, he’d been made redundant when they replaced him with an automated machine.
“Mr Hicks?”
Kenton looked up at the female officer. She raised her eyebrows with a look of impatience.
Kenton stood, stumbling as his foot caught against the chair leg.
She looked him up and down and gave a tiny shake of her head.
“Follow me.” Before she’d finished speaking, she had already turned and started to walk away.
Kenton jogged to catch up to her.
She spoke as she walked, never once looking at him. “Do not give anything to the patient, do not accept anything from the patient. Do not touch the patient, do not allow the patient to touch you. Should you wish to leave, at any time, simply stand, collect all of your belongings, walk calmly to the door, and you will be escorted out.”
She stopped and Kenton had to side step to avoid bumping into her. She gestured to the open door in front of her.
“There is also a panic button should you need it. If you do press it, make sure that you move clear of the door.”


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7 thoughts on ““Cutting the Bloodline” by Angeline Trevena —–> In The Spotlight & Guest Post

  1. I enjoyed that excerpt! 🙂
    In my opinion, the 2-legged ‘human monster’ is the worst kind of all… and there are plenty of them around and about, in different forms, just waiting to pounce on unsuspecting victims.
    Hi Emilia *waving*

  2. Actually, I think that your love of fantasy and horror kind of lends itself to dystopian–like you said, there’s nothing more horrific than what a human can do to another human.

    • I think you’re right; I guess dystopian fiction is the mash-up of the two. I think it’s because ‘political thriller’ sounds so grown up, and I’m just a silly fantasist who finds fart jokes funny haha!

  3. Thank you for hosting me today, it’s great to be here.

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