Hi folks.
I hope you don't mind my posting details here about the upcoming launch of at Goldsboro Books on 16th May at 6.30pm.
If any of you are about and free and fancy dropping by, it would be lovely to see you.
To give all Macmillan New Writers a voice and blog/web presence if they so require it. A presence to enable them to spread their news good or bad, a platform to discuss their writing and the whole experience of being published under Macmillan New Writing...
Malvazan had selected his outfit with care the previous night; scurrying around in the dawn gloom to find appropriate attire might suit Dravadan but such haphazardness was not the way to success. He performed a brisk ablution in the ewer by his bed—fortunately he needed to shave only a couple of times a week—and ten minutes later made his way down the stairs into the dining room where the table was laid for an early breakfast.To his surprise and contempt, his parents and brother were already at the table.“Ah, the sluggard!” cried Dravadan, his dark fringe hanging into his eyes. “The boy who lies abed till noon!” He spread some honey on a slice of bread and conveyed it to his mouth with more enthusiasm than delicacy. “You would think—”“Dravadan!” said his mother Flinteska sharply. “If you must bait your brother, at least do not speak with your mouth full.”Dravadan rammed the rest of the slice into his mouth and, for the moment at least, devoted his full attention to subduing it.Malvazan’s father Crostadan, head of House Umbinzia, raised his hands in a mollificatory gesture. “Can we not have peace at the breakfast table on a day like today?” he asked. “Malvazan, there is some minor amusement in such a habitually early riser being last among us. It would do you no harm to display a little levity.”Malvazan sat heavily as far from the rest of the family as the table allowed and reached for a slice of bread. “I am glad to be such a source of amusement,” he said. “It is good to know that a second son has some purpose.”Dravadan let out a belch which escaped explicit reproof, accompanied by a smirk towards Malvazan.Flinteska slapped her napkin down on the table. “Enough, both of you. Dravadan, as the eldest son you should show greater decorum; Malvazan, your invincible surliness oppresses us all. Today we meet the King and Queen of Gammerling: a pleasant demeanour is required.”