I’m on a five-week book tour that’s taking me to Denmark, the United Kingdom, France, the Czech Republic, and Ireland!
I’ve spent a lot of time in the U.K. these past few years since Traitor’s Blade was first published. The main reason for this is that both my main publishers (Bonnier and Quercus) are based in the London. Every time I come here I get to see a bit more of the city and the way it’s evolving as time goes by. Despite the multitude of transit options, I walk everywhere, which gives me plenty of opportunities to take in the sights. I’ll also be heading to Glasgow, Wigtown, Bath, and Cheltenham for various literary festivals.
I’d never been to Denmark until this year, and strangely this will be my second visit. In March I was in Aarhus for a couple of events, and in September I’ll be at the Esbjerg Fantasy Festival along with Patricia Briggs as guests of honour.
Next to the U.K., France is the country I’ve visited the most. Still, it’s always a thrill to go to Paris and this will be my first time meeting my delightful French publishers in person!
Prague will be an entirely new city for me, so that’ll be exciting, too. I’ve been to Ireland once before, but that was ages ago, so a visit to Dublin for DeptCon will be a terrific treat!
Les vieux maîtres de sort aiment raconter que la magie a un goût. Les sorts de braise ressemblent à une épice qui vous brûle le bout de la langue. La magie du souf e est subtile, presque rafraîchissante, un peu comme si vous teniez une feuille de menthe entre vos lèvres. Le sable, la soie, le sang, le fer… cha- cune de ces magies a son parfum. Un véritable adepte, autre- ment dit un mage capable de jeter un sort même à l’extérieur d’une oasis, les connaît tous.
'I totally saw this coming,’ Reichis growled, leaping onto my shoulder as lightning scorched the sand barely ten feet from us. The squirrel cat’s claws pierced my sweat-soaked shirt and dug into my skin.
The way of the Argosi is the way of water. Water never seeks to block another’s path, nor does it permit impediments to its own. It moves freely, slipping past those who would capture it, taking nothing that belongs to others. To forget this is to stray from the path, for despite the rumours one sometimes hears, an Argosi never, ever steals.