Blue
Words
MC
Edwards
Genre: Contemporary/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Warpath Print
Date of Publication: 30/11/14
ISBN: Paperback - 978-0994172303
ISBN: e-book - 9780994172310
ASIN: B00PWIW1ZC
Number of pages: 334
Word Count: 110,000
Cover Artist: Geoff Craig
Book Description:
Common threads have always woven
through the world's mythology and folklore, strings which seem to link cultures
divided by the vastness of oceans and time.
Have you ever wondered why? What if
I told you that they all stem from a single origin.....the Varth-lokkr. Within
this ancient creature's blood, stirs the power to save or enslave the world as
we know it, a power ignited by a simple word. But which does it truly desire?
This dark urban fantasy follows one
of these creatures through its emergence into 21st century Australia. It
chronicles the rise of those who oppose it, those who ally themselves with it
and those who are unwillingly drawn into its wake.
Shed the blood. Speak the words.
Change the world.
Book
Trailer: http://youtu.be/9Ez7jHeFp2U
Available for Purchase at Warpath Print
Excerpt
"Don't move
or we'll fire," ordered one of the guards, his voice shook and his trigger
finger twitched. Gudrik glared at him and swiftly shot towards George, who was
now leaning over the stainless steel top rail, still scouring for an escape
which didn't exist. The guards began to fire wildly at him. They may not have
seemed overly competent, but they could shoot. Several projectiles tore through
Gudrik's flesh as he moved, spattering blue onto the grass. Startled by the
gunshots, George spun just in time to see the scruffy relic hurtling towards
her. A bullet buried into Gudrik's knee. He stumbled. Before she had a chance
to react, Gudrik crashed into George. His momentum forced her backwards,
toppling them both indigently over the safety railing in a tangled mess of arms
and legs.
The pair rocketed
towards the ground. George screamed profanities so coarse that they blistered
the very air around her. She scrambled and flailed as if trying to climb back
up Gudrik's body. He wrapped himself tightly around her. "Earvictius
groot," he bellowed.
His bullet wounds
glowed, and the tender flesh surrounding them began to transform into cold,
speckled granite. The stone rapidly spread along his limbs and across his
abdomen, searing with pain as it went. He cringed and grated his teeth. As it
spread across his chest and onto George she began to scream as though he were
slashing chunks of flesh from her. Thankfully, the agony did not linger and in
the blink of an eye, stone had completely swallowed both of them. No matter how
hard she tried George could not move. It was both claustrophobic and
frightening.
The living statues
whistled closer and closer to the ground. Until......SMASH! They crashed unhindered onto the roof of a
parked car. Glass and shrapnel exploded from the vehicle as they tore through
the chassis and into the road beneath.
Just as painfully
as it had spread, the rock retreated returning the flesh to its vulnerable
state, leaving it sensitive and speckled with sweat. Both lay for a moment of
recovery. Their chests heaved deeply as they came to terms with what had just
happened. Gudrik crawled out of the mangled wreck and climbed to his feet.
"Are you harmed?" he grunted, lifting George to her feet.
She was pale and
disheveled with blank shock clouding her eyes. Time was of the essence. Gudrik
slapped her across the cheek. Fire filled her blank eyes. She swung a punch,
which he avoided. He grabbed her shoulders and repeated his question, "Are
you harmed?"
"I-I'm
confused as hell," she responded, panicked, but glad to be alive.
"But fine. I think. Yes fine. Definitely ok," she stammered
nervously, quickly checking her body over for injuries and pulling her dress
down to cover the lacy black panties on show to the world. Her hand quickly
went to her locket, checking it was still there. "Was I made of stone
then?” Gudrik ignored her question. His attention was otherwise occupied. By
that stage, a huge crowd of onlookers and good Samaritans had gathered around
their impact point.
"We must keep
moving."
He dragged his
hand along a twisted shard of the car's metal shell and spoke,
"Unjallius.”
Gudrik groaned as
huge, white wings tore from the flesh of his back in a puff of loose feathers
and a splatter of blue. They stretched to a massive, elegant span and quivered
in the sun. The suit jacket and shirt were left torn and tattered, spattered,
stained and hanging in shreds from Gudrik's muscled shoulders. The stunned
onlookers stepped back in awe. He grasped the confused woman tightly and with a
few powerful beats of his mighty wings launched the two of them into the sky.
George clung
tightly as they whipped and glided through the city. They weaved between the
highrise buildings, slowly gaining altitude and suddenly plunging toward the
ground as Gudrik negotiated the unpredictable up-drafts above the busy city
streets. George was not as terrified as her brain insisted she should be. She
loved the speed, she loved the wind and she loved the gaping faces of the
populous below. It all exhilarated her. Gudrik's grasp was gentle and caring,
but still so firm and reliable that there was no fear of falling.
Finally, Gudrik
surged up and breached the top of the sky scrapers. The onlookers below were
now nothing more than ants. George released her grip on Gudrik and shielded her
eyes. The sun was much fiercer up there without the buildings' protection. She
swivelled and squirmed as she gathered bearings. "Land on those cliffs
over there," George said pointing at a small lookout point above the
river.
Gudrik dived and
swooped in, gently putting the two of them down on the grass in a rapid flutter
of tiny wing beats. "Gratitude," Gudrik grunted as the wings collapsed
into a sprinkling of blood.
Author Bio
M.C. Edwards, or Eddie as he is
known to his mates, grew up in a coastal town on the picturesque Central
Queensland coast of Australia. He has
travelled to many corners of the world and has a love of all things
bizarre. He enjoys motorcycles, beards,
comics, videogames and the taste of a fine single malt scotch. In his writing he crafts immersive worlds
which mix reality and fantasy to create a strangely believable mix.
Interview
Please welcome Blue Words author MC Edwards to Diane’s Book Blog.
What is your favorite part of Blue Words?
I would have to say
that my favourite part of the story is when Gudrik and the Inscribed are
frantically weaving their way through pitch black mining tunnels. The way that
the tension and excitement bubble together is exactly the thing which keeps me
turning pages.
If you were stranded on a desert island which
of your characters do you want by your side?
Crave, definitely Crave.
His shared hallucinations could make a long period of isolation much more
interesting. If I was going to starve to
death, I may as well go out having fun.
If you could be best friends with one of your
characters, who would it be?
Probably Gudrik. I am fascinated by ancient history, who
better to be mates with than a man who was able to tell me all about it, as
someone who had lived and influenced it all.
What books have most influenced your life?
This is a really hard
question to answer, because I think that every author is influenced by
everything they read. So, I will go with
the earliest book that really affected me, The Hobbit. It was the first book I read cover to cover
by choice, and it was also the first book I ever really became obsessed with.
How do you overcome writer’s block?
I drink a lot of
scotch and see what stupid ideas roll out of my head. The next day when I go through them, some
actually make sense or at least inspire more eloquent and coherent ideas.
What book are you reading now?
I am deep into The
Count of Monte Cristo and The Gathering Storm at the moment. Though, I don’t really get that much time to
read…well not as much as I would like. I
am also reading Maze Runner to my class at school.
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