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24 June 2017

Blog Tour: Guest Post: The Devil's Poetry by Louise Cole

Questions are dangerous but answers can be deadly.

Callie’s world will be lost to war – unless she can unlock the magic of an ancient manuscript. She and her friends will be sent to the front line. Many of them won’t come back. When a secret order tells her she can bring peace by reading from a book, it seems an easy solution - too easy. Callie soon finds herself hunted, trapped between desperate allies and diabolical enemies. The Order is every bit as ruthless as the paranormal Cadaveri.

Callie can only trust two people – her best friend and her ex-marine bodyguard. And they are on different sides. She must decide: how far will she go to stop a war?

Dare she read this book? What’s the price - and who pays it?

Commended in the Yeovil Prize 2016, this is an action-packed blend of adventure, fantasy and love story.

So, let's welcome author Louise Cole with a little bit about where she'd like to write.

Top Places I Write or Would to Write

OK, so this is where you really find out what a complete nerd I am.
  1. Jervaulx Abbey, North Yorkshire. Jervaulx was once one of the richest communities in the country until Henry VIII’s 1536 dissolution of the monasteries. Jervaulx hung on for a while but its defeat was inevitable. It was so well built Henry’s soldiers struggled to pull it down, so first minister Thomas Cromwell ordered it blown up with gunpowder.

    I haven’t yet sat down to write at Jervaulx but much of my writing takes place in my head before I ever start to scribble. I live scenes and spend time with characters while I’m washing up or walking dogs. Or just wandering. And Jervaulx is a place to wander. Set in the middle of sheep fields, its tumbled down walls are covered with wild flowers. It’s usually empty and haunting and very beautiful. A natural spring still bubbles up and pours down through the abbey grounds, clear sweet water. You can’t help but go back in time at a place like this, imagine the monks and the cheese and honey making, the fishing, the sheer peace and quiet of this life. And then the great tragedy that befell them when the king decided on a massive land grab. One day I’ll write their story. In the meantime it has a rocking cafĂ© with great cake and it’s rumoured that Daniel Craig lives next door. I’ve never seen him but, you know, I live in hope. I’m sure he’d find an unkempt writer with ink on her face and a mouthful of cake very attractive.

  2. My next place is London. If Jervaulx is silent and empty, London is clearly the polar opposite, but what they have in common is centuries of history. And I’m a sucker for it. I’ve been spending a lot of time in London recently, specifically in the historic royal places, researching my next series (you heard it here first J). I was given a private tour recently of the triforium above St John’s Chapel – a wide yellow stone gallery with huge open arches that look down on the chapel below. It’s where Lady Jane Grey spent her last night praying – they say her ghost haunts it still. I would love to curl up and write at the Tower of London but only if I could find a quiet spot. Maybe they’d give me a dungeon. I can always ask.

  3. New cities are good for writing. I’ve found myself scribbling in both New York and in Barcelona. Usually free form writing. I think new cities with their different energy, their scents, the way they make you feel stirs up all kinds of thoughts and observations which you need to capture or they’ll disappear like Scotch mist. I swear I’ve conjured at least five novels’ worth of phrases and ideas which I’ve forgotten before I set them down. New York was particularly interesting because of the feel of the streets. You are an ant in a canyon, looking up at these sheers walls of buildings and offices, the wind hurtling at you like an express train. Yes, OK, next time I’ll know not to go in March.

  4. Venice. I don’t really have to explain why, do I? Venice is magical. A hidden city, an ancient city, a drowning city. It has gorgeous palazzi and galleries and courtyards. It’s full of hidden spaces and there’s something wonderfully symbolic about its network of canals. If you’ve never read a magical book set in Venice, try The Passion by Jeanette Winterson, with its web footed gondolier. (Although apparently she’d never been there when she wrote it.)

  5. A tree-house. A proper one with little windows and a ladder and a peaked roof. My sisters and I spotted a gorgeous treehouse at Chelsea Flower Show two years ago and, although it cost a gazillion pounds and I couldn’t possibly afford it, it’s become known at home as ‘Lou’s treehouse’. One day. J My fascination with tree houses goes back to childhood. I love the thought of somewhere private, up high but safe, wild but cosy.
So that’s my list. There is, I should point out, one place that I cannot write and that’s bed. I have lots of writer friends who type away quite happily from under their duvets. I’d asleep in minutes. I need to be upright and I need my boots on. I can’t think without my boots on.

1 comment:

  1. I love how different all of these places are. I think I'd love to write somewhere peaceful or somewhere busy but not too loud...if that makes sense!


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