Read on for the interview and as a lovely side bonus I'd also like to announce that Pellucid has also agreed to give away five copies of his book for the kindle! All you have to do is post something below, be it a comment, a song lyric, or just the name of your favorite book! Make sure to leave an email address to contact you through if you've won, but type it emailname at domain dot com so the spammers don't get you!
In one week on August 30th, I'll announce the five lucky winners!!
Dew Pellucid first started writing books so he might have something new to read. Indeed, of the million books at the Orphanage of Castaway Children, there isn't one his watery eyes had not perused; this taking place in less than a decade.
But now, as this old Echo draws near his one-hundredth birthday, his hunt for a good story is only rivaled by his everlasting quest after Cold Fire Mushrooms. For it was as he scrapped the bottom of his crystal ball mushroom container that Dew Pellucid first heard of Fredrick Fingeldy.
Then strange events began to happen in his beloved library. And watching faithfully down every corridor, every garden path, Dew Pellucid witnessed a wonderful story, happening there, right before his eyes (his many Eyes). And, best of all, even he had a part to play in the unfolding tale, which he set down at last in the pages of a book.
"I will make you famous!" he promised the Prince's Sound. And so he has.
As to least desirable, I’d say Lewis Carroll (author of Alice in Wonderland). I couldn’t abide being outwitted by another for twenty four hours at a stretch.
Blancmange. A fish delicacy, which only Frenchmen and Echoes have the wisdom to savor. Sounds, on the other hand, have been known to dub it fish-puke.
Ms. Boldo invented me as her pen name for an excellent reason. Being shy and dull (like many writers), she needed a witty, charming old man to speak for her. When no one’s listening, she carries on conversations with her dogs (mimicking funny voices as the dogs reply). But if this should be considered news from the author (or a mark of insanity), is not for me to say.
Once upon a time there was an old Echo who sat by a desk all day and read books. The end! No, I’m afraid my life’s story is about as exciting as a still-life painting. But (with an author’s license) I have woven myself into The Sound and the Echoes. But which character I am, you’ll have to find out for yourself, by turning page after page in my story.
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The Sound and the Echoes
A see-through world. A reflection
of ours. An echo to our sounds.
Imagine that everyone around you has a mirror image living somewhere else. Your world is like a sound, which produced that other world of echoes. And in this land men are governed by a terrible law—no Echo is allowed to live after his Sound dies.
One Sound especially must die. The Prince’s Sound. The Fate Sealers and Fortune Tellers will make sure of that! Because after this Sound dies, the Echo Prince will have to die too.
Now, twelve-year-old Will Cleary is about to discover that he is the Sound the Echoes are hunting. And so begins his perilous adventure into a see-through, sparkling world, filled with spying crystal balls, an eerie fortress of castaway children, a hunt for clues in an ancient book of riddles, and a last-chance escape through a frozen gem-studded lake into a secret land that holds the key to placing the Prince on the throne and returning freedom to the Echoes.
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