It’s been good to finally
have a fixed date for the book launch and to be making concrete plans. It has
given me a focus and a clear goal to move towards this week when other paths in
my life are now blurry and unclear.
This week has been one
of those weeks of my life that I wish I could just rub out like chalk on a
black-board, as if it never happened. I took a significant leap of faith in my
life recently, which is not turning out as I had hoped, and my health has consequently
taken a battering. I now have to re-assess ‘where to from here?’ At the moment,
things seem quite bleak, but I believe that there is no such thing as a dead
end road and that my hope for something better beyond this time is not
misplaced.
There are 6 weeks to
go now until the launch, and I have been discussing promotion and marketing
with the publisher this week, including pricing for the hard copy book and
e-book version. It’s really exciting after all the hard work of editing and
proof-reading to be talking about purchasing options.
Please continue to
follow my Novel Journey through the countdown to the launch, and I hope you
will enjoy this next extract from Mine to Avenge - this time from Chapter 43:
Spyridon sat waiting until Parker appeared from the
shadows of the lean-to. He pushed Spyridon over to the doorway into the house.
‘Inside,’ he said. ‘Move! And keep it quiet.’
Parker made Spyridon pause for a few minutes just
inside the door. Spyridon knew that Parker was allowing the time needed for
Linus to return to his suite. The boy had gone into the house only a minute or
two ahead of them. When Parker was sure all was quiet, he prodded Spyridon and
waved his hand, directing Spyridon towards the passage leading to the library.
Arriving at the library, Parker pushed Spyridon
inside. He waved the gun at him while positioning a chair with its back to the
door. He motioned to Spyridon to sit in the chair, then carefully put the gun
down behind him on Spyridon’s desk, well out of his reach. He took some strong
tape from his pockets and tightly bound Spyridon’s wrists and ankles to the
chair. Last of all, Parker taped his mouth. Spyridon gagged as his breath was
cut off, and concentrated on trying to breathe through his nose. Parker stepped
back to survey his handiwork, walking slowly around Spyridon to see that all
was secure.
Spyridon watched Parker as he moved in front of him,
puzzled in spite of his fear and predicament. He was moving in a strange
way—deliberately and slowly, with measured steps. He remembered that Parker had
moved the same way earlier when they were in the garage. He wondered if it was
because the man was without his walking stick. He was puzzled, too, that
someone who usually walked with a stick was so physically fit.
Parker picked up the gun again, levelled it at
Spyridon’s head, and then disabled the intercom system to the library. The
video monitor was already switched off. With his free hand, he reached for a
second chair, and positioned it in front of Spyridon. He straddled it
backwards, facing Spyridon, and leaned forwards, his chin resting on his arms
folded over the back of the chair.
‘Well, Spyridon Anastos, here we are,’ he chuckled,
keeping his voice low. ‘Aren’t you wondering why we’re here like this? Aren’t
you wondering what this is all about?’
Spyridon’s eyes communicated the
fear and panic he was unable to express.
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