When an outlaw unearths an ancient gold spider statue and falls prey to its memory-stealing curse, his only shot at survival lies with the woman he left behind years ago — a highly-trained agent harboring a deadly secret.
Can they solve the riddle of the gold spider before its deadly curse claims them next?
The Spider Thief is a gripping thriller from “a new talent well worth exploring deep into the night.” (NYT bestselling author James Rollins).
Targeted Age Group:: adult fiction
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The Spider Thief started out as just one novella, but I was so intrigued by the characters and the premise that I realized there was a much bigger and more exciting story I wanted to tell.
Each episode has a different story arc. One takes place in the Rocky Mountains, another one explores a creepy abandoned factory, there’s one in a ghost town, and so on. But they all have the same ongoing characters, and each one builds on what came before to create a bigger story that reveals darker secrets and deeper mysteries as you go.
I like to warn people that each episode ends with a cliffhanger. So chances are, if you read the first episode — which you can get free on my website, LaurenceMacNaughton.com — you’re going to want to read the rest.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
All of the characters in The Spider Thief are inspired by people I bumped into in real life. On the street, on the subway, in jury duty, biking through the city, you name it.
One time at Costco, a well-dressed, bone-thin black guy pointed at the Fedora I was wearing and said, “Dig that lid, man.” He became Prez.
Another time, I was talking about filmmaking with a young Colombian guy who wore glasses with transparent blue frames, and he told me he hadn’t seen his brother since he was arrested. That guy became Mauricio.
Even Ash’s car, the fire-engine red 1965 Galaxie, is from real life. It’s my wife’s car. One day, she asked me, “When are you going to put one of my cars in a book?” So I did. The one in the book is exactly like the one in our garage–old, huge, and law-breakingly fast.
By the way, as I was writing this book, a local man disappeared for two weeks and suffered amnesia. That gave me the willies, because I had already written the scene where Ash wakes up outside the ghost town with no memory of how he got there.
And we even had a tarantula migration. I didn’t know such a thing was possible. And I fervently hope it never happens again. You think a house spider in your living room is bad? Two words: tarantula migration.
“The gold spider.” Andres held the long pistol steady. “Her power will belong to me.”
The crisp mountain air washed over Ash like a torrent of cold water. It whispered across waves of tan grass, carrying the scent of old pines, making him feel alive again.
The porch boards creaked as the gunmen crowded in on either side of Ash. Behind, Andres’s leather shoes stepped onto the wooden threshold. Then everything went quiet.
“Show me,” Andres said, his voice husky. “Where is she?”
Ash’s mouth went dry. He had no idea.
But this was it. No room left to stall. Now he had to improvise.
He tapped his boot-heel on the hollow floorboard and looked down, drawing their attention to his feet. Then he tensed and launched himself at the corner of the porch. He hit the rotted corner post with his full weight.
The post broke against his shoulder, black decayed wood exploding from its center. Ash let his momentum carry him off the porch. The roof collapsed behind him, deafening.
Down into the knee-high mountain grass. He stumbled and fought for his balance. The driveway’s loose sand slipped beneath his smooth soles as he sprinted for the shed.
He risked a glance back over his shoulder. The porch roof was an avalanche of shingles and rotted wood. It folded in on itself, tearing off siding from the second story. A wall of dust rushed outward, blotting out the front of the house.
Ash pumped his arms as he ran, breath burning in his chest, and skidded into the shed. The sudden transition from sunlight to darkness left him blind for a moment. Moolah barked and plowed into him, the dog all happy paws and wet nose.
“Come on, buddy, let’s go.” Ash blinked, trying to get his eyes to adjust, looking for a weapon to grab. Stripes of sunlight fell where the afternoon sun shone through the wall. Nearby, a cobwebbed pitchfork hung from rusted nails. He reached for it.
Bullets cracked through the walls of the shed, punching a line of holes through the wood. He ducked under a rain of splinters. Fingers of sunlight reached through the bullet holes . . .
My books are about deeply flawed characters who risk it all to do the right thing — and in the process, rise from obscurity to become heroes.
Everything I write is a mash-up of mystery, thriller, science fiction, and fantasy, in varying proportions. You’ll always find strong female characters, cool cars, fast action, and a world even weirder than ours.
I grew up on a (probably unhealthy) diet of old pulp paperbacks and New Wave science fiction and fantasy from the Sixties. As a kid, even though I was surrounded by computers, I pounded my stories out on a Remington manual typewriter. Still do, sometimes.
My biggest influences are Robert B. Parker, H.P. Lovecraft, and William Gibson, who signed my Tattered Cover hat, which I hang over my desk for inspiration.
Bestselling author James Rollins calls my work “thrilling.” J.A. Konrath says it’s “uber-cool.” But don’t take their word for it — read one of my stories, and share your thoughts about it.
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