Welcome to the grimy and blood-soaked world of novelist David Mark

“To call Mark’s novels police procedurals is like calling the Mona Lisa a pretty painting. Beautifully crafted, filled with flashbacks, horror, angst, and chilling detail.” 
Kirkus starred review

DS McAvoy Novels

Meet Detective Sergeant Aector McAvoy: 6ft 5″ of freckles and scars, topped off with hair like a pile of Autumn leaves. He’s a good man. He’s brave. He wants to help people and he loves his family. He’s also very good at catching killers. He keeps going, no matter what. It may well be the death of him. Find out more.

Historical Crime

Writing under the unsubtle pseudonym D.M.Mark, David takes readers into the choleric squalor of Victorian Hull in his debut historical novel The Zealot’s Bones. Set in a plague-ridden Hull in 1849, this dark thriller sees disgraced spy and soldier Meshach Stone searching for a serial killer and his own redemption amid the festering bodies of a dying city.  Find out more.

David Mark's Hull

Ever wanted to know whether your house or local boozer could inspire murderous throughts? David Mark uses real locations as the setting for the McAvoy books and this unique interactive map allows readers to learn more about the places utilised in the series. Here is the place to be if you want to know whether there has ever been a fictional corpse in your living room. Find out more.

About David Mark

David spent more than 15 years as a journalist, including seven years as a crime reporter with The Yorkshire Post – walking the Hull streets that would later become the setting for the internationally bestselling Detective Sergeant Aector McAvoy novels.

His writing is heavily influenced by the court cases he covered: the defeatist and jaded police officers; the inertia of the justice system and the sheer raw grief of those touched by savagery and tragedy. Find out more.

Speaking Engagements

David is also an after-dinner and motivational speaker, and is available for literary events and classroom tuition sessions.

Reviews

“Effortlessly blends the brutal and the tender, the dark and the light. Aector McAvoy is a true original. So is David Mark.” 
Mick Herron, author of Dead Lions

“More twists and turns than a corkscrew through the eyeball.” 
Val McDermid

“There is a good array of villains, and Mark is impressive in his sensitive portrayals of the relationships between the principal characters at work and home.” 
The Times

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DS McAvoy Novels

SCORCHED EARTH

SCORCHED EARTH

CRUEL MERCY

CRUEL MERCY

FIRE OF LIES

FIRE OF LIES

DEAD PRETTY

DEAD PRETTY

A BAD DEATH

A BAD DEATH

TAKING PITY

TAKING PITY

SORROW BOUND

SORROW BOUND

ORIGINAL SKIN

ORIGINAL SKIN

DARK WINTER

DARK WINTER

Delve Deeper

Why the Hull Not?

Why the Hull Not?

August 29, 2017

The lock gates look as though they are simply staying up out of bloody-mindedness. The timbers are rotten: sinking, inch by inch, into a sucking chocolatey sludge. The rusty metal struts are half hidden behind hanging tapestries of green slime. Anybody wanting to test the path must first wriggle past lethal-looking metal security railings and a tattered curl of barbed wire.

This is St Andrew’s Dock in Hull.

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Research With a Difference

Research With a Difference

August 29, 2017

“No way. No. No, it’s too dangerous. No, you can’t. Seriously, you’ll hurt yourself. It’s not worth it. There could be a total psycho! Oh for goodness’ sake, all right. But if you get hacked to bits, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

My 12-year-old daughter has been telling me off for the past ten minutes. She’s adamant…

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A Room Without a View

A Room Without a View

August 20, 2017

You’ve got me feeling nostalgic. Until a few weeks ago, I had an office of my own. Green walls. Burgundy leather recliner. My horses looking up at me from the stables and snowdrops sprouting among the headstones in the graveyard next door. Books by the cartload and a cork-board covered in random newspaper articles, interspersed with photos…

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