Excerpt from Between the Lines


A memory wavered into his mind, shimmery as heat rising off the road in summer.

He was six years old, and he’d been in Stonehaven no more than a week. He was hollow and lonely, confused. He missed the bustle of Melbourne. He missed the other kids on his street, the whole gang of them and their scampy games. He was stuck out in the bush, all of a sudden, with nobody but Lionel for company. Lionel had spent the first day ignoring him completely, and the last few beating the stuffing out of him whenever he got the chance. So that day, he’d wandered out to the back garden, if it could even be called that- just a scrubbed, flat expanse of hot red dirt with a veil of tangled trees and shrubs behind it.

The bush.


On impulse, he’d taken a couple of steps toward it, bare feet burning on the hot ground. The air was filled with the lemony scent of eucalyptus and the fresh tang of the distant sea. He'd filled his lungs and the two steps had turned into six, then ten, then before he knew it he was running headlong toward the wall of whispering green and brown, pushing all his mother’s warnings about snakes and savages from his head. He barrelled between the first spicy-scented leaves and, to his surprise, popped out on a sort of beaten down track, hidden from view of the house. After a moment’s pause to wonder how many strokes of the belt he’d get for this, he set off down the track toward the most interesting noise he’d heard so far- the babbling giggle of flowing water, and laced in with it, the high, clear notes of a girl’s voice, singing.

He stepped off the track with his heart hammering in his chest, suddenly terrified as he caught side of the wide river bank and the rolling mass of glassy green water.

She was standing there, all right- a girl not much taller than him, skinny as a rake, skin the golden brown of tree bark lit by sun. A cascade of golden curls rolled over her shoulders to skim at her waist, tendrils flicking out here and there as she drew back her arm and lobbed a big rock into the water.


He watched it go, traced the arc with his eyes until it hit the water with a loud splash and was swallowed. She was singing, still, her voice high and clear. She was wearing a white dress that finished at her knees and puffed into short sleeves at her shoulders. He looked down at himself, his grey shorts and jumper coated in jam, dirt and everything else he’d been busy with that morning. He stared at her back with suspicion. She was pristine. The only dirty bit of her was her feet, bare as his.

If it hadn’t been for those feet, he might have thought she was an angel. Or a ghost.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Contest: Where in the World is The Spymaster's Lady?

UPDATE! CONTEST DEADLINE EXTENDED TO 29th FEBRUARY!

OK! Let's get this thing on the road.

The Spymaster's Lady is a recent release from author Joanna Bourne, and one of the best reads you'll find anywhere. There are plenty of reviews around, but suffice to say it's the story of Annique Villiers, one of the most dangerous spies in 19th century France, and her English nemesis, the spymaster Robert Gray. Filled with intrigue, romance, thrills, spills and occasional chills, the book is a riveting ride through a tumultuous time in history.


It also happens to be some of the best writing craft you'll ever see on paper (yes, I know there's beefcake on the cover, but you'll just have to pick up a copy and see what I mean). Plus the author is a wonderful and giving lady who deserves all the attention we can give her.

The contest:

We want to know where in the world your copy of Spymaster's Lady happens to be. Remember, I'm in Australia, so pretty much anything is going to impress me :) I want you t
o go out with your copy of The Spymaster's Lady (and if you don't have one, you'll need to head on down to the store pronto and grab a copy) and take a photo of it (with yourself, if you like) in an interesting location.

We're looking for a nice bit of scenery, or something unique to your hometown. It can be your main street, or at a well-known landmark; on the beach, or up in the mountains; out in the fields, or in front of the local fast food store, if that happens to be the most interesting thing where you live! Anywhere- as long your picture gives us a sense of place.

How to enter:

You can email your pic to me at clairesgregory@gmail.com, and I'll post them up as I receive them. Please try to keep photos under 500kb, and make 'em .jpg if you can. Let me know if you don't want your photo in public and we can keep it under wraps. Let me know where your photo is (and also let me know if you want *that* in the public domain) and why it's a special location to you.

I'm also investigating whether you can just stick a photo in a comment box for this, but I suspect not. If anyone gives it a shot and finds that it works, let me know!

What are the judging criteria?

At the moment, they're a bit arbitrary. The lovely Ms. Joanna Bourne herself will look at the photos and decide which one she likes best. If it so happens that she's torn by too many wonderful e
ntries (and I think we're expecting this will be a given) we'll turn to the old random draw. I'll keep you updated, anyway.

What's the prize?

Well, you get your very own signed copy of The Spymaster's Lady,
which means you can hand your photographed copy to a very grateful friend or family member and tell them to keep spreading the word. You also get an exclusive, one-of-a-kind, handmade Firefly Designs book thong bookmark, made with rose quartz, amethyst and mookiate semi-precious stones, Czech and Brazilian glass, Swarovski crystal and sterling silver wire. Here's a really terrible photo (because my camera is just now missing in action), soon to be replaced with a fabulous photo:


Trust me, it's gorgeous- all lilac, fuchsia and peach colours. You really want it. It's worth AU$20, or about US $15, and nobody else has one just like this.

So, go to it, people! Go get a copy of The Spymaster's Lady, and start snapping your photos. The contest is officially open as of... now, and finishes on Friday 29th February, about two-and-a-half weeks from now. Please link your blogs to this contest if you're so inclined, too, and spread the word. Anyone can win.

8 comments:

Tara Parker said...

Does photoshopping expertise qualify? (vbg)

Precie said...

LOL, tara!

Ooh, pretty!

Joanna Bourne said...

... and if you give me permission ... I'll post the pictures on my blog.

(g)

Claire Gregory said...

Hi Jo,

Of course, of course! I'll send 'em straight to you when I get 'em (bg)

M. said...

hi claire

i was so intrigued by the contest that i blogged about it on my site, in case you're interested. as to entering myself - i am still very techno-stupid, so i'll have to see if i can figure out how to send a picture.....

your post doesn't say - what is your connection to ms. bourne? i'm guessing not every reader gets to run a contest with her participation

Claire Gregory said...

Hi M- I commented on your post at your site to say thanks for the link, and if you like you can post your entry at your blog, and I'll link it in (just let me know).

As mentioned at your blog, Jo is a mentor to myself and many others at the CompuServe Books and Writers Forum (link in my sidebar). We're all very lucky to know her and have her invaluable advice as we try to improve our own work.

Or, if I were an enterprising, authorial sort, I'd tell you I held a dark secret about her past, and I was eliciting her participation through dastardly blackmail...

All right, there are no dark secrets to Jo (g). But her writing is wonderful, and she deserves every success- thanks to all who check out the contest, and please jump in and enter!

Lenora Bell said...

Hi Claire,

I heard about your contest on Smart Bitches Trashy Books. So fun! I'm glad you extended the deadline. I'll send you a pic soon and I put a link to the contest on my blog.

Cheers,
Lenora

Katherine said...

Whoot! I can't wait to see some good pics! Funny, or pretty...anything! whenwherewhenwhere!?