Please
share a little about yourself, your genres, any other pen names you use.
I am a teacher, so I write a lot of children’s stuff
for my classes; I even published one a few years ago. It was under another pen name because I
wanted to keep my adult and children’s titles separate. Nothing against authors that use the same
name for both, but there have been a few times I have seen kid’s in my class
with say an Anthony Horowitz (awesome author) adult title and having no idea
what was happening.
Tell
us a little about your latest or upcoming release.
Blue Words is my first adult release. I really enjoyed writing it, I guess because
it is the kind of thing I personally love to read. It is full of action, fantasy and romance,
set in modern day Australia.
Are
you a dad?
Yes, I have two
year old son. He keeps me on my toes.
If
yes do you find it hard to juggle writing and parenting?
Sometimes.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love being a parent, so this is not me
complaining. It’s just that sometimes
when I am desperately trying to get a chapter finished and he wants to press
keys as well, it becomes a slow process.
Have
you ever based your book or characters on actual events or people from your own
life?
The book and
events no, but there are certainly bits and pieces of my friends and family
within the characters.
Is
there a theme or message in your work that you would like readers to connect
to?
Not really, different people take different things
from books, that is something I love about them. I just try to push that there is always more
than one side to events. It’s never as
simple as just good and evil and I hope people grasp that from my story.
What
would your readers be surprised to learn about you?
Not sure there’s anything really surprising about
me. I am really just a regular guy who
likes motorbikes, tattoos and beards.
Actually, most people are surprised when they find out I write.
When
you’re not writing what do you do? Do you have any hobbies or guilty pleasures?
Not really, I kind of do whatever works to get the
juices flowing.
Which
book or series do you wish you had written?
There are so
many I wish I had written, from Game of Thrones to Wheel of Time, from It to
Holes. If I really started the list I
would never stop, so yes.
If
this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?
It is a standalone title at the moment, but I am
elbow deep in the follow up at the moment!
What
book are you reading now?
I am currently reading two books. The first is The Count of Monte Cristo, I
have read it before, but it was the abridged version. So far I am glad I went back to read the full
version. I am also reading The Gathering
Storm, from the Wheel of Time series (amazing).
What
is in your to read pile?
Here’s a snap of my to-read list on Goodreads.
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.
About the Author:
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.
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