The Copper Promise lives! Joy and Musings

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The Copper Promise making an appearance at Clapham Books

So my book is out today.

I have no words for how exciting this is, as you might expect. The Copper Promise is making its own way in the world, possibly carrying a stick with a handkerchief tied to the end, probably a red one with white spots. It’s off to go and live in other people’s heads now, and there is no bringing it back. All in all, it’s quite a strange feeling.

A brief sentimental pause…

This is the culmination of a dream for me, of course; a dream that I’ve had since I was a kid, and which I’ve never really believed was possible. Not even the year before last, when I’d written a number of books and was starting to toy with the idea of querying agents – even then I didn’t really believe it would happen, because it was always such a wild and impossible dream. It was like wanting a unicorn of your very own – a tiny one that would fit in your bag and sleep in a shoebox. You would feed her flapjacks, and she would write incomprehensible unicorn poetry into your bars of soap with her horn, and do tiny unicorn poops that smelt of candy. I don’t know. It’s a nice dream, but it’s unlikely to happen. Even as a small child, I knew that I wouldn’t find a mini unicorn under the Christmas tree, or waiting for me in the woods.

Being published was like that. Sure, sounds amazing, but wildly unlikely. Unicorn levels of unlikely, in fact. Except that it turned out that wasn’t the case. I’m still reeling slightly from that realisation. So huge thanks once more to my marvellous agent, the incomparable Juliet Mushens, and to my editor John Wordsworth, who has been a joy to work with. Thank you to everyone at Headline, particularly the design team, who have given me a cover a thousand times more gorgeous than I could have imagined, and thank you to everyone in the wider writing community, who have been ridiculously supportive and brilliant.

So if you fancy some adventurous sword and sorcery with a modern twist, The Copper Promise is out there now, looking for a new head to inhabit. I hope you can give it a home. And feed my unicorn.

No wait, that sounds dirty.

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Adrian Tchaikovsky: “A fast-paced and original new voice in heroic fantasy.”

Claire Nicholls, Sci-Fi Now: “A gripping, fast-paced adventure that’s a must-read…”

Nic Clarke, SFX: “…who doesn’t have a space in their heart for a knockabout swords and sorcery romp…”

The Eloquent Page: “I’d lost myself completely within a handful of pages and was entirely caught up in Wydrin, Seb and Frith’s world.”

Oh, and we’re launching it at Forbidden Planet on Wednesday the 19th of February, do come along!

The Copper Promise: First Copies & the Launch

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So it’s nearly here.

Eighteen days, more or less, until The Copper Promise is released into the wild.

That’s the funny thing about publishing that you don’t necessarily realise from the outside; everything happens incrementally, so that you gradually get used to the reality of being published. Here’s your first edit, here’s your email about cover designs, here’s the enormous fat wad of paper you need to mark up with red pen, here’s the proof copy of your book… It’s all amazing, and it gradually gets you used to the fact that this is actually happening. Your book is going to be a real thing.

And then it does happen and WHAM* you’re not as prepared as you thought you were.

On Saturday I received a copy of the finished book. Let me tell you, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And it’s huge. I would like to take it back in time and show it to seven year old me, who is patiently plonking out stories about pirates and unicorns on her new typewriter. “Look at this book you will one day write!” I will say. “Look at the bloody size of it! It’s bigger than your head! It’s probably heavier than you!”

I also now have details of the signing event I’ll be doing for the book’s launch at Forbidden Planet in London (please do come along, I will draw a dragon in your copy and everything). While I am hopping about through time, I would pause in the Forbidden Planet of 1993 and seek twelve year old me in the X-Files t-shirt hanging about awkwardly by the comics and I would say, “Hey you, you’ll sign a book here when you’re older. And look at the size of it! Also, don’t drink that bottle of pre-mixed cocktail the day before your History A-level exam, okay? Just don’t.”

It’s all pretty extraordinary, really.

 

 

*damn you Wham and your 80s pop classics!