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The sequel to Peter McLean’s much praised Priest of Bones which hit the shelves in paperback in May, Priest of Lies is just out in Hardback. Check out our extract from Jo Fletcher Books below… |
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Here’s a look at what Jo Fletcher books have coming for you over the period January to June 2016! We’ll be bringing you our particular recommends of all publishers together by month of publication. Note: Publication dates are liable to change and some jackets are still to come… |
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My dad drove, as usual. As we left Milwaukee, the globe compass fixed to the dashboard – to me, an object of lasting fascination – said we were heading north-northwest. I don’t know how far we went. In those days, car journeys were always tedious and way too long. But this time, we stopped too soon. Dad pulled over to the side of a country road in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but empty fields all around. I could see a farmhouse in the distance and some cows grazing in the next field over, but nothing else: no park, no woods, no beach, not even a picnic table.
‘Are we here?’ asked Heather, her voice a whine of disbelief.
‘No, no, not yet,’ said our mom, at the same moment as our dad said, ‘I have to see a man about a horse.’
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If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere—
Thorn started unfastening his belt. Because he thought staying too long in bed was degrading, he didn’t trust anyone else’s automatic devices to allow him to spend as little time of his life as possible asleep. Particu- larly since he liked to decide for himself who or what summoned him back to consciousness. Thorn loved turning his music systems up to the max. And he preferred to entrust his wake-up call to the Rat Pack, Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Joey Bishop, Sammy Davis Junior, the disreput- able heroes of times past, for whom he felt an almost romantic affection. And up here nothing, nothing at all, was conducive to the habits of the Rat Pack. Even Dean Martin’s now famous observation that ‘You’re not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on’ was physically invalidated, and nor would the inveterate toper have been able to indulge his predilection for falling off his bar-stool and tottering out into the street. At 35,786 kilometres above the Earth’s surface there were no prostitutes waiting for you outside the door, just lethal, airless space. Read the rest of this entry »
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‘I’ll still miss them terribly.’
<The heart is a poor guide to reason.>
‘Ah, sure, and where would we be without it?’
<Safer, perhaps. And besides, they no longer need your help.>
‘No. They have a new young Momu to guide them.’
<And who in this war-torn world will guide you when you have proven yourself so refractory to common sense?>
‘I know I’ve been unreasonable, but I’m back now. I do so hope that we remain friends. Please tell me where we are headed?’ Read the rest of this entry »
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They covered frozen purple and grey fingers of dead men strewn about between the houses with arms stuck out at odd angles. Severed limbs draped in tendrils of black, frozen blood poked out of drifts. Where there were faces, they were carved in frost and horror. Read the rest of this entry »
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Here’s a look at what Jo Fletcher books have coming for you over the period July to December 2015! We’ll be bringing you our particular recommends of all publishers together by month of publication. Note: Publication dates are liable to change and some jackets are still to come… |
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www.tompollock.com (The authors site & blog) |
www.skyscraperthrone.com | |
@tomhpollock | |
Trope-forging urban fantasy author of the London-based adult / YA Skyscraper Throne trilogy |
About (from Jo Fletcher Books / the author himself):
Tom Pollock is a graduate of the Sussex University Creative Writing Programme, and a member of the London-based writers’ group The T-Party. A longtime fan of science fiction and fantasy, Tom Pollock has spectacularly failed to grow out of his obsession with things that don’t, in the strictest sense of the word, exist. He has his master of fine arts degree from Sussex University and also holds a master’s degree in philosophy and economics from Edinburgh University. He has lived everywhere from Scotland to Sumatra, but the peculiar magic of London has always drawn him back.