Welcome to Day 4 of the Launch Party for A Few Dead Men! Today I’ve added the first excerpt from the novel (keep reading!)
Don’t forget to play the games in the right margin – Hang the Dead Man and Test Your Detective Skills. They’re lots of fun!
Today we have Brucschetta Flatbread on the menu. The flatbread is what makes it extra special. I love bread!
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A Few Dead Men – Setting: Cape Blomidon
Cape Blomidon is a headland located on the Bay of Fundy coast in Kings Country, near Darcy’s hometown of Wolfville, Nova Scotia. Headlands are characterized by high, breaking waves, rocky shores, intense erosion, and steep sea cliffs.
I attended university in Wolfville — back in the day — and I visited this Cape as part of my geology class. Geologists are fascinated by this area, since it’s comprised of sedimentary sandstone, even though it’s connected to a mountain range made up of basalt.
This cape’s distinctive reddish-colored cliffs reach up more than 300 feet over the water. English-speaking settlers called it Cape Porcupine, however the common term used was Cape Blowmedown, from which Blomidon is derived.
Darcy has special childhood memories about this windy place.
Excerpt: A Few Dead Men
“Cape Blomidon rose up like a chunk of red clay carved by a giant hand. The tide was out, and the sandstone headlands angled sharply down to the rocky shore. Slate gray water pulsed restlessly toward the horizon.
Her father would take her and Isabel to this place when they were children. Not often, but sometimes. After fierce, hushed voices hissed behind slammed doors.
Mommy’s sad today, their father would say. She needs to be alone.
So they would drive to this stretch of land, where she and her sister would run and dance and giggle, pretending they were wild fairies, and their father would stare gloomily out at the water until it was time to go.
Today there was something unsettling about the gusts of wind that whipped Darcy’s hair and blew cloud shadows across the ground. It left her feeling exposed, trapped in the vastness of space. She was lonely down in her soul.”
Blog Tour Updates:
Next stop - http://limebirduk.wordpress.com/
On Tuesday, March 6th I’m a guest blogger over at Limebird Writers, a wonderful team from the UK and USA whose motto is ‘Let Your Creativity Fly’. I’ll be blogging my theories regarding the question: How do Dead Men become dead?
Check out my home page for a full itinerary of my month long Blog Tour. Hope to see you tomorrow!