I did an interview last week with Susan Larson for The Reading Life. It's a great interview, and you can listen to it on podcast here: http://wwno.org/post/reading-life-john-barry-and-cs-harris
I talk about the background of Where the Dead Lie and my ideas for the future of the series, as well as my new standalone historical, Good Time Coming. My interview is second, and comes at around 13:40.
Friday, March 31, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Coming' at Ya in One Week!
One week from today, Tuesday, April 4, is the official release date for WHERE THE DEAD LIE, the twelfth in the Sebastian St. Cyr series. To whet your appetite, here's a sneak peek at the beginning!
Chapter 1
Monday,
13 September 1813: hours before dawn
The boy hated this part.
Hated the eerie way the pale, waxen faces of the dead seemed to glow in the
faintest moonlight. Hated being left alone with a stiffening body while he dug
its grave.
He kicked the shovel deep
into the ground and felt his heart leap painfully in his chest when the scrape
of dirt against metal sounded dangerously loud in the stillness of the night.
He sucked in a quick breath, the musty smell of damp earth thick in his
nostrils, his fingers tightening on the smooth wooden handle as he paused to
cast a panicked glance over one shoulder.
A mist was drifted up from
the Fleet to curl around the base of the nearby shot tower and creep along the
crumbling brick walls of the abandoned warehouses beyond it. He heard a dog
bark somewhere in the distance and, nearer, a soft thump.
What
was that?
The boy waited, his mouth
dry, his body tense and trembling. But the sound was not repeated. He swiped a
ragged sleeve across his sweaty face, swallowed hard, and bent into his work.
He was uncomfortably aware of the cloaked gentleman watching from the seat of
the cart that waited at the edge of the field. The gentleman had helped drag
Benji’s body over to the looming shot tower. But he never helped dig. Gentlemen
didn’t dig graves, although they could and did kill with a vicious delight that
made the boy shiver as he threw another shovelful of dirt onto the growing
pile.
The hole was beginning to
take shape. Another six inches or so and he’d—
“Hey!”
The boy’s head snapped
around, and he froze.
A ragged, skeletally thin
figure lurched from the gaping doorway of one of the tumbledown warehouses.
“Wot ye doin’ there?”
The shovel hit the ground
with a clatter as the boy bolted. He fell into the newly dug grave and went
down, floundering in the loose dirt. Feet flailing, he reared up on splayed
hands, found solid ground, and pushed off.
“Oye!” shouted the ghostly
specter.
The boy tore across the
uneven field, his breath soughing in and out, his feet pounding. He saw the
gentleman in the cart jerk, saw him gather the reins and spank them hard
against his horse’s rump.
“Wait for me!” screamed
the boy as the cart lurched forward, its iron-rimmed wheels rattling over the rutted
lane. “Stop!’
The gentleman urged the horse
into a wild canter. He did not look back.
The boy leapt a low,
broken stretch of the stone wall that edged the field. “Come back!”
The cart careened around
the corner and out of sight, but the boy tore after it anyway. Surely the
gentleman would stop for him? He wouldn’t simply leave him, would he?
Would he?
The boy was sobbing now,
his nose running, his chest aching as he fought to draw air into his lungs. It
wasn’t until he reached the corner himself that he dared risk a frantic look
back. That’s when he realized the skeletal figure wasn’t following him.
The man—for the boy saw
now that it was a man and not some hideous apparition—had paused beside the
raw, unfinished grave. And he was staring down at what was left of Benji
Thatcher.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Enter to Win the Entire Sebastian St. Cyr Series! (well, at least the series so far)
Penguin is giving away a set of the entire Sebastian St. Cyr series, up to and including an Advance Readers Copy of Where the Dead Lie. The link to enter is:
https://sweeps.penguinrandomhouse.com/enter/enter-sebastian-st-cyr-mysteries
You can enter until 11:59 ET on March 29th. Unfortunately, entry is restricted to U.S. residents only. But it's a pretty cool offer. Good luck!
Thursday, March 09, 2017
WHERE THE DEAD LIE Upcoming Events
I've finally finished Sebastian St. Cyr #13, WHY KILL THE INNOCENT (coming April 2018) and now started on Sebastian #14, WHO SLAYS THE WICKED (coming April 2019). If you've been following my family's various health issues, I can say that Peanut is now fully recovered, fat, and sassy, Angel (who recently had his 18th birthday) is still hanging in there (although he gave us a scare by first getting a bad cold, then by falling off the dryer and hurting his back), and my son-in-law has just undergone a scary surgery which hopefully will fix or at least improve his long string of health crises. We're now 72 hours out from that.
AND things are about to get hectic with my upcoming book release. Here is my current schedule. If you live anywhere in the area of one of these events, I hope you can come by and say hi!
1. Jane Austen Literary Festival
Saturday, 1 April 2017, 2:45 pm
Panel and book signing
Old Mandeville Trailhead
675 Lafitte Street
Mandeville, Louisiana
2. Garden District Book Shop
Book signing
Tuesday, 4 April 2017
6-7:30pm
The Rink
2727 Prytania Street
New Orleans, Louisiana
3. Murder by the Book
Book signing
Saturday, 8 April, 4:30pm
2342 Bissonnet St
Houston, Texas
4. Poisoned Pen
Cozy Con
Book signing
22 April 2017, 1-4 pm
4014 N. Goldwater Blvd
Scottsdale, Arizona
It will be interesting to see what effect, if any, the change has on the paperback sales, although the truth is my sales have always been strongest in hardcover and ebook. But I know the switch will be rough on all you OCD types out there. Believe me, I understand.
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