Using the money he received as inheritance he chose to visit Wales, the country of his ancestors. When his father died, Troy decided that he needed to broaden his horizons. However, his easy manner masked the grief that led him here. Troy was the kind of person that people just couldn't help but like. What he lacked in looks he made up for with his pleasant smile, and warm personality. Troy was twenty-six tall and slim, and somewhat average in the looks department. Most caps worn in the area bore logos relating to New York, or Chicago. Although they weren't mutually exclusive, the combination marked a visitor to the area, especially the baseball cap. Neither of those tribes generally wore a mix of hiking boots and corduroy, topped off with a Seattle Seahawks baseball cap. This particular coastal village, New Quay, was mostly inhabited by farmers and, when the season was right, city professionals took up temporary residence in their second homes. Although to look at him, most observers would have realised that he wasn't from around these parts. Troy's accent wasn't from anywhere in Wales, just like the rest of him. If they had, they would have realised that his accent wasn't from the West Wales coast. 'Now that's a nice house!' Troy Gilbert-Jones said to no one in particular, and no one in particular listened. Visit me on Facebook: David Nicol – Author Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.įor more information on David Nicol, other works, and events, then head over to: If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. Copyright David Nicol 2012 - All Rights Reserved

Hannibal House by David Nicol