(I don't usually have blog tours coming through here but, for the first time ever, I've made an exception for the lovely and hugely talented Cate Gardner. Support her work, folks, you won't be disappointed).
"The Travelling Theatrical Tour: Diary of a Horsewoman"
Thank you to Mark for allowing me to invade his blog so that I can celebrate the release of my book, Theatre of Curious Acts.
The following page was found on a road made from teeth and toenails….
Actually, it's always Tuesday here. Or that's how it feels. Why name the days when they all have the same goal… Bloody hell, I think my sigh just toppled several trees. Sometimes it's cool to be apocalyptic.
Today, a rabble of schoolchildren took a wrong turning during a school trip and wandered into the Worm World Market. My sisters are convinced the children are whom we've been waiting for. The apocalypse is nigh. Overdramatic or what? Personally, I think they just don't like children. And I know the children don't like us. Such caterwauling.
We don't like Wednesday's. We'd quite like the world to end on a Wednesday.
I think I saw one of those schoolchildren hiding behind The Collector. He can't protect them all.
I'm going to take up knitting. I'm sure I could knit a scarf the length of the Anabiosis Station. I'll use intestines in place of wool. How long do those things stretch? I read it somewhere. Will make a mess of the floor, I suppose.
I don't care about the floor.
If I could find those children, I'd unravel them.
Knit one, pearl one, stuff another in the barrel and leave it to rot.
We had a riot here last night. An absolute riot. The patrons of the Apple Seed Inn tumbled down the hillside cracking both themselves and the ground open. Thankfully, no more children crept out.
A day of rest - or so the local market traders claim - but we all know there's no rest for the wicked. In fact, Blanche carves that saying into those she conquers. I bet it hurts when they sit down. I'd quite like to sit down for a moment or a millennia or until the world ends.
Is it the end of the world yet?
And the answer to the lady's question can be found in Theatre of Curious Acts which is available at all good bookstores.
Daniel Cole wants the world to end.
Returned home from the Great War, his parents and brother in their graves, Daniel walks a ghost world. When players in a theatre show lure Daniel and his friends, fellow soldiers, into a surreal otherworld they find themselves trapped on an apocalyptic path. A pirate ship, helmed by Death, waits to ferry some of them to the end of the world.
Already broken by war, these men are now the world's only hope in the greatest battle of all.
More information is available at www.categardner.net
Cracking stuff Cate (as ever) and thanks Mark for making an exception on letting her post... (and it led me to your site, which is great because I wasn't aware of it before)ReplyDelete
Thanks, James, glad you liked the guest post and glad you found my site too!ReplyDelete
I remember The Collector. He was an odd fellow with butterflies, or women, I seem to recall. A lovely, strange post, Cate. And hi to Mark.ReplyDelete
Hi Deborah, thanks for dropping byReplyDelete