- Lightning webs across the night.
- Pale roots from a pot bound plant.
- Cactus spines used as game counters.
- Flaking paint in a newly decorated house.
- Stick figures animated with silly walks.
- Paint. Paint. Paint.
- Eyelids held fast to my eyes, sleep calling at every turn.
Bulging from the seams,
the trunk of lies
sits by the door, waiting
for its owner to take it out.
The shadow stops just shy.
And turns away, leaving
the trunk to be.
You pop it into my mouth, expecting
me to savour the taste
as it melts on my tongue.
It’s pleasant, yes, but the sweetness
is just that little bit too sweet,
almost spoiling the rest.
The day you took those photographs,
you said I looked sweet.
Was I over sweet?
Your smile was never true after that,
as though suddenly you’d seen more
than you were hoping for
but were still left disappointed.
The paste in my mouth has completely
broken down now.
Just like my image of you.
Today I can finally say that I am a published novelist! *dances around the room*
Unofficial Detective, book one in my Half-Wizard Thordric series, is a magical murder mystery for middle-grade readers (or for those, like myself, who are just young at heart!). It’s available for purchase on Amazon for £2.99, or free on Kindle Unlimited. It will also be available in paperback at a later date. Here’s the official blurb:
For his whole life, Thordric has been told that his magic is dangerous, and that he must never use it. All over Dinia, half-wizards are treated the same, their magic labelled as dangerous and uncontrollable.
When High Wizard Kalljard is murdered, it falls to young Thordric to solve the case. The only trouble? The murder was done by magic, and though Thordric is a half-wizard, he has never fully used his powers.
To prove himself right and find the murderer, Thordric has to learn how to control his own powers. But can he learn fast enough, and find the perpetrator in time?
The envelope is rough under my fingers.
where the pen has been guided,
quick, hasty shapes
that are not so very far from my own.
The stamp in one corner, red
this time. A week ago, it was blue.
Then the letter itself, stained
with tea to age it,
when the grain is clearly young.
The words mean less and less:
What is my name?
Our link between worlds –
You, standing on a plinth of long grass,
looking across the clouds
to watch them take breath. Wild
flowers root at your feet.
Me, voice on the wind
ready to wake your ears
from the ballad infecting
your past. Fleeting,
barely a strand of thought
connects us, gone the instant it arrives.
A few weeks ago I was sent a copy of this book by the author as a prize in a draw I’d entered by offering my opinion on which cover he should use for the English edition (which mine is), as the original was written in French. Now, sci-fi isn’t one of my go-to genres, but when I do read it, I quite like it. And I liked this book. A lot.
The basic premise is that Earth (or Terra, as it’s called in the book), mysteriously vanished a loooong time ago, with a few surviving humans still lurking about elsewhere in the Universe. However, on a very small planet, there is a country similar to Ancient Egypt, which is home to a humanoid species. In fact, their King, Sareth, is very much like a Pharaoh, and is not the nicest guy around, due to the fact that he’s very quick to put people to death.
Anyway, just as Sareth’s about to have someone killed, a portal appears and he’s transported to another planet, where the technology is much more advanced – in fact, they have an enormous library which has the history of just about everything, including how his species came to be. But Sareth, knowing nothing of science, simply can’t get his head around the fact that it was a stray food container and not God, that started life on his planet. Then he happens to see a button claiming to take him to the meaning of life. He presses it – and error 404 pops up. Their is a bug in the library database, and all knowledge of the meaning of life has disappeared. Depressed, Sareth stumbles into a bar where he meets Jah, a memory-less alcoholic, who later introduces him to his psychiatrist, Sigmufred. Sigmufred is appalled that the meaning of life has disappeared – after all, most of his clients come to him for help after they’ve learnt what it is. So, to stop himself going out of business, Sigmufred, his daughter Straecia, Jah and Sareth all get on board the Flamboyant, an old ship with an occasionally sassy on-board computer, to travel around the Universe in search of the meaning of life.
As my not-so-brief synopsis might allude, this is a rather crazy book that in no way attempts to take itself seriously. However, it does touch on some quite philosophical questions and there is a lot of subtle (and not so subtle) political and social commentary. What I really enjoyed is that the narrator is treated as a character, and as they directly address you to explain the details of how things work, there is a lot of fourth wall breaking going on. This made all the info dumping (there’s lots of space-time continuum, pandimensional and 5th dimension explanations) actually relevant and interesting, and didn’t interrupt the flow of the narrative (because a narrator can’t really interrupt themselves, I suppose…).
Now, there was one thing that made me stumble a few times while reading, and that was the dialogue tags – in this case, there is a distinct lack of them. And with a big group of characters as Around the Universe boasts, there were times when I had no idea who was saying what. Whether in the French version, it’s made clear who’s talking by the vocabulary and style they use when speaking and that that’s simply been lost in translation, I don’t know, but it was definitely a setback in my enjoyment of the story. There were perhaps one or two characters that could have had a bit more development, but it was such a whirlwind of a story that I’m not sure how that could have been achieved.
Overall, I am glad that I had the opportunity to read this, as I probably would have passed over it otherwise – as I said above, sci-fi is not normally a genre I think about reading. Now I can say that this book has certainly inspired me to widen my scope. The whole thing was fun from beginning to end, and as this is the first book in a trilogy, I am absolutely looking forward to the next book.
Great job, Manu!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am squealing with joy to FINALLY reveal the cover of my debut middle-grade fantasy novel, UNOFFICIAL DETECTIVE. Please take a look at the wonderful design my publisher, Creativia, has come up with (plus my unofficial blurb, just to give you an idea of what the book is about!):
Thordric has been told his whole life that his magic – that of a simple half-wizard – is dangerous and he must never use it. All over Dinia, half-wizards are treated the same, their magic labelled as dangerous and uncontrollable. But deep down Thordric knows that’s not true.
When Inspector Jimmson reluctantly calls upon him to help out with the investigation into High Wizard Kalljard’s murder, Thordric realises that the old wizard’s life was taken by magic. However, in order to prove his theory, Thordric has to learn how to control his own powers to find the evidence needed.
Will he succeed, or will the perpetrator forever remain a mystery?
Soon, the womb inside my head
will birth the worlds I dream of nightly.
The inhabitants, newborn
will look upon reality.
I know they will seek meaning.
I know they will want to carve
out their place among elders
from families where resources
and soapboxes are far from scarce.
Their voices will be a bawling, weariness inducing
cry. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
With time and hard work, they will
mature. I have found my place.
I am here. I am real.
Hello everyone, today I made a video about two picture books that have been self-published by local authors to great response. They’ve both managed to get their work in our local Waterstones, which is where (to my glee) I found them.
If you’re interested, you can watch it here