Liner by Chris Coppel
David, the main character, has reserved a spot aboard the Oceanis. He has experienced various challenges in his life and has given up on anything. He intends to end his life but does not anticipate meeting a captivating woman who causes him to reconsider. Strange and unexpected events start as they take the time to get to know one another and enjoy the journey. The crew and captain keep a very low profile while attempting to conceal the awful reality. Together, David and Diana attempt to unravel the enigma of the phenomenon.
David discovers the hospital while exploring inappropriate areas of the boat. By chance, he notices his steward Andrew, who appears to have an odd growth on his stomach. The following day, Andrew is nowhere to be found, and everyone loses track of him.
David starts asking inquiries and sticking his nose where it shouldn't be poked since he is determined to figure out what is happening. He soon discovers that worse things are occurring than Andrew going missing.
Through well-rounded characters, a clear description of the plot, and an impeccable climax, author Chris Coppel creates a riveting and fascinating environment. The characters in Liner's works acquire not only knowledge but also morals.
This story has no flaws, but its conclusion will undoubtedly confuse readers.
I've grown to love all of Chris Coppel's works. His characters are real and change as the plot does. They always feel relatable and have depth.
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About the Author
I was raised the son of a writer. My father wrote plays, films and novels. He was successful and suffered constant wanderlust. I was born in America when he was there writing Vertigo for Alfred Hitchcock.
I give that familial insight so that you can understand that I had the genes; I just needed to find my footing and get up the nerve to put pen to paper (or, to be more accurate...open my laptop). Many would say that having a successful parent should make it easier to follow their path under the protective shadow of their parent’s success. Not so! Writing is difficult. Writing in the hopes that you will be read and your works appreciated is terrifying. The fear of failure kept my ideas and stories buried in a back closet within my brain.
It is only now, as I enter the latter part of my existence, that I have been able to calm the fear and share my stories with those who may wish to read them.
I would like to think it was my choice to write about things that go bump in the night, but it wasn’t. I had no idea I would one day write horror tales, but that is what I do now. With each new book, I feel drawn further into the dark void that we feel but rarely see. I hope you will join me.