Book Blast, Giveaway & Interview: Blue Words by @_Matt_Edwards_

 

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

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"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.

Character Name: Gudrik & George

Character Bio: When George accidently set Gudrik upon the world she had no idea exactly how much it would change her life. The excitement of a brand new job instantly erupted into a world chaos, blood, tattoos and ancient vendettas. She certainly never predicted the way their conflicting personalities would weave themselves together to form a loving, yet infuriating bond.

Pictures provided by the author.

Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?

George: Worst is easy, my temper. I get a bit punchy sometimes. As for the best…….it’s hard, I have so many amazing qualities. His best is definitely his fit, never aging body, his worst, his brutality. Killing just comes so naturally to him, it’s really quite terrifying when he gets that look in his eyes.

Gudrik: I am a product of my life, instinct is not something easily changed.

What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?

George: I’m not stupid and I’m not a psycho, despite how I might come across.

Gudrik: Cough.

George: No Gudrik, I’m not.

Gudrik: It was a genuine cough.

George: Bull#^&*. Anyway, I’m really not, I just panic in some situations. When I panic I get mad at myself and when I get mad at myself I get mad at everyone else. There have been a lot of those situations lately.

What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?

Gudrik: My biggest secret was that I am two millennia old and shed blood as blue as a summer sky, but I fear that is no longer a secret.

George: Yeah, after the last few months, that’s not even close to a secret anymore. He watches soap operas every day, and I mean EVERY day.

Gudrik: Only to practise my English.

George: You are such a liar.

What are you most afraid of?

George: that one’s easy, losing Tabitha; she’s my two year old. As much as she drives me to drink on a daily basis, I’m not sure how I would continue without her.

Gudrik: When you have lived as long as I nothing really holds fear anymore.

George: What, so you aren’t scared of losing me?

Gudrik: I would deal with it.

George: As$%^*.

What do you want more than anything?

Gudrik: To finally grow old and die. I hold many suspicions of what waits on the other side, and curiosity gnaws at me.

George: We that’s depressing, even for you. I just want to see my little girl grow up to happy and healthy, and I guess I would like him to be around too.

What is your relationship status?

George and Gudrik examine each other.

George: We are together, but constantly at war.

How would you describe your sense of fashion?

George: He would happily walk around naked, jeans and t-shirt would be the pinnacle of his fashion achievements. I think I am pretty fashion savvy though. I favour dark colours and I like a tight fit, well for as long as my curves allow for it.

Gudrik: What is a woman without her curves?

How much of a rebel are you?

Gudrik: I simply do what must be done, whether it is popular or not. Her on the other hand, she finds pleasure in being against whatever the majority supports.

George: I do not!

Gudrik : You do.

George: Well, the majority are all idiots.

What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?

Gudrik: I have saved mankind on several occasions.

George: Pft! That’s nothing; I have raised a two year old on my own without killing her.

What is your idea of happiness?

Gudrik & George: Our beach house.

Gudrik and George interlock fingers and smile.

George: Well what do you know, we agree on something.

What is your current state of mind?

Gudrik: Vigilant.

George: Ugh, you’re always so serious. I’m kind of hungry I guess, but happy…….and content.

What is your most treasured possession?

George: My daughter and my locket.

Gudrik: My uncle’s wand.

What is it that you, most dislike?

Gudrik: The false sense of superiority bred into modern society.

George: Geez, you may look like a twenty year old, but you are such and negative, grim old man at heart. I hate One Direction.

Which living person do you, most despise?

Gudrik: He is dead.

George: I’ve got to say I was thinking of the same guy he was, but let’s not go there.

What is your greatest regret?

Gudrik: Regret is a wasted emotion.

George: He has regrets, but good luck getting them out of him. I regret that Tabitha will never know her father, but at the same time, I’m glad she will know Gudrik.

What is the quality you most like in a man?

George: I have no criteria really and to be honest I don’t know what drew me to Gudrik. Even the few things I do usually go for in a man don’t match him at all. It’s almost as if it was just meant to be.

What is the quality you most like in a woman?

George: Answer this very carefully Gudrik.

Gudrik: I have always been drawn to strong women who could look after themselves. George definitely falls into that category.

Who is your favorite hero in fiction?

Gudrik: I have no time for fiction.

George: Once again…….soap operas Gudrik. I read a lot of Pepper Pig with Tabitha. She would be the closest thing I could claim to a favourite hero from the last couple of years.

If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

Gudrik: If I were to change anything, even my darkest moments, I would not be who I am today.

George: As much as I hate to admit it, I think he’s right.

What is your motto?

Gudrik: Say what you mean, do what you must.

George: Do what I say or duck.

 

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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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