by D.L. Lewis
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BLURB:
Kitten, an American tabby residing in England, is a frustrated cat. He knows his place in the world:
he was born to kill. Killing, after all, is what felines are supposed to do. Confined within his Lady's house, however, the young fellow is deprived of the opportunity to hunt live prey. The mansion is a sterile playground for a predator; offering nothing more than furniture which allows itself to be brutalized far too easily. The ambitious cat is bored and hungry for a challenge.
Kitten learns of a passage hidden in his Lady's library: the Door, which leads to an unknown world. The cat has been told that the source of all evil dwells openly in this place. The feline is eager to fight the sinister personage and goes through the Door with no hesitation.
The tabby finds himself in what appears to be a forest like any other in England. It doesn't take long for him to learn that this is a very different place.
Written in the basic style of classic stories like THE LORD OF THE RINGS, WATERSHIP DOWN, and THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, this novel can be appreciated on different levels. To some readers, it's an allegorical tale: thought-provoking and filled with symbolism. To others, it's an adventure-filled page-turner.
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EXCERPT
First Horse, snorting and puffing, began to prance in place before her general and the tabby. Sinewy legs of solid muscle kicked high to break sharply at the knee and then dropped, like slow springs, only to bounce back into the break again after the first contact with the ground; as though the equine’s alabaster hooves feared the gentle kiss of the earth, yet couldn’t resist seeking it, over and over again. Erupting out of the controlled prance and into wild self-expression, the filly turned and kicked up her back feet in celebration of giddy feel-good happiness. One big jump-kick, two big jump-kicks, one near-somersault, and she dashed forward into an abrupt gallop that halted as soon as it had begun; chunks of disturbed earth flying into the air as hooves dug into terra firma for a flashy halt. In a final explosion of showing off, the quadruped kicked her hind feet up so high that Kitten feared the equine might tumble forward into a spine-shattering roll. First Horse wasn’t so foolish as to perform such a self-destructive feat, however, and brought her heels back to earth a millisecond before her equilibrium reached the endangered point. Standing suddenly quiet, she bowed her head to her superior.
Wolf’s tail drummed against the ground in an expression of appreciation for the athletic show. “What’s got into my girl today? Did you find a field of oats and stuff yourself into this tizzy of excess energy?”
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D. L. Lewis lives in northern California with a cello, four cats, and a crow named Harold. Where Wolves Talk is her first published novel; followed by Something in the House—California Gothic, Doppelgänger, and Fighting Back.
Where Wolves Talk is on sale at 99 cents (for a limited time) at Kindle and iBooks.
http://www.amazon.com/Where-Wolves-Talk-D-Lewis/dp/1497514738
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/where-wolves-talk/id931662653?mt=11
Author Blog: http://dllewisauthor.blogspot.com
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LOVE the cover.
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DeleteThank you so much for sharing my book, Hywela.
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Hi Mary,
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Welcome to my blog DL! This looks like a great story and I have it on my TBR list. Wishing you much success with 'Where Wolves Talk.'
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hywela! I'm glad you put me on your list. Who is the beautiful black horse in the photo at the top of this page?
DeleteAw, thanks DL. It's Harri, my sweet Welsh Cob, his show name is 'Pentrepiod Sovereign' but he's always called 'Harri'. He has a 'sister' who is part American Quarterhorse, called Flying T'pau, and she bosses him around when he lets her! There's a picture of them together in the left hand sidebar towards the bottom of the page.
DeleteI've never met a Welsh Cob, despite my decades spent at stables. He's lovely, and so is his part-Quarterhorse sister. People used to ask me all the time if my Arab mare was a Quarterhorse, as she was so solid and strong; not one of those willowy Arabs. I'll click on that link (at the bottom of your page) for the animal rescue now.
DeleteWelsh Cobs are solid too - fantastic ride and drive all rounders! Harri is very sweet and laid back whereas T'pau is much feistier and a great character. I click on the animal rescue site every day, although some of the stories on there choke me up, but they do a wonderful job!
DeleteWhile I've never met a Welsh Cob, I have read about them. It's a wonderful breed, and surely better for driving than my Arab. I harnessed and ground-drove her, but she was a bit too independent to be attached to a cart safely. In one of my books (Something in the House) I wrote a description of how it felt to be tossed off her back. She was a genius at that: I'd be sitting in the saddle and everything would be fine and dandy, and then I'd be facedown on the ground wondering how I got there.
DeleteI'll click on that link every day (to the best of my abilities).
this sounds brilliant! I'm sure it will be a great read to share with my family!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the compliment. A couple of short, scary scenes in the book might be a little too intense for tiny children, if you have any of those in your family. By "tiny" I mean about five or six years old . . . it all depends on the child, though.
DeleteHi Patanne, thanks so much for visiting and commenting, it does sound like a great read doesn't it, can't wait to read it myself!
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DeleteI enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the post and the giveaway!
ReplyDeleteI'm delighted that you liked my excerpt!
DeleteHi Ree Dee, thanks for stopping by. Yes, that excerpt really draws one in, doesn't it!
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