So, it is now sixteen days until The Caitiff comes out as an Amazon eBook – Don’t worry, I’m as amazed as you are that I actually finished the damn thing! – I don’t know why I’ve put it as a pre-order; it’s probably something to do with the fact that it now comes out on Friday the 13th cos’, you know, who needs superstition on their side?
Anyway, I’ve decided that, in the run up to its release, I’m going to put up a few of my favourite paragraphs from the damn thing – maybe one a day – so that you’ll, at least, have the opportunity to decide exactly what you dislike about my writing before you reject me out of hand; sound good?
I’m not really going to give any context, for fear that any eventual readers might find out any of the few narrative events which appear throughout the novel – these are only going to be very short extractions though, so don’t you worry about having to read loads of the stuff… at least, not yet!
‘I love you.’ I said, and my reflection mocked me. I was some piteous animal begging for the hunter’s bullet to turn, for the muzzle to twist at the last moment and fire blindly into the undergrowth. I was a liar and a thief of her life. I was, for the first time, I simply was. In that long moment, with tears brewing and love rising above me, I was exactly who I thought I should have been all along. I was Marcus and she was Julius and the Senates of our Consciousness watched her bleed to death and waited with baited breath for the words they feared, for Antony to roar at the crowd and strike out at a mannequin, at a cheap wax representation.