A few weeks ago I had the privilege of staying in with Mark Bowsher to chat all about his book The Boy Who Stole Time in a post you can read here. Mark has had such a positive response to The Boy Who Stole Time that he is now having a formal blog tour and I’m thrilled to be invited to participate. I have an exclusive extract for you today and a signed paperback giveaway.
Published by Unbound, The Boy Who Stole Time is available for purchase here.
The Boy Who Stole Time
When 12-year-old Krish finds out his mum is dying, he is desperate to give her more time to live. This leads to a deal with a devil-like creature to travel to another realm, Ilir, and collect the Myrthali – the essence of time itself.
Ilir is a tiny desert world where the days are a handful of hours long and there is magic and treachery on every corner. Here Krish is set three impossible challenges by the brutal King Obsendei to win from him the Myrthali. He joins forces with the razor-tongued, young girl-wizard Balthrir, who hopes to free her parents from the Black Palace; a living, breathing structure built entirely out of those subjects who have incurred the wrath of the King.
But as Krish battles these impossible tasks he may be about to learn that there is more than his mother’s life at stake as he gets embroiled in a blood-thirsty fight for power in Ilir that will push his friendship with Balthrir to its limits.
An Extract from The Boy Who Stole Time
Exclusive extract from chapter 9, The King and the Lady of the North, for Linda Hill
‘Your Majesty…’ All eyes were on him. The echoes in the chamber seemed much louder than the tiny words he had uttered. There was a prickle in the air.
Krish looked about and felt exactly what that disturbance in the air was. Sweat. The perspiration of thousands, may be millions of prisoners, each with their eyes upon him. Each breathing in and out cautiously, filling every moment of comparative quiet inthat dreadful palace with the sounds of the undercurrent. The soundof breathing. Slowly, calmly, in and out. Droplets of sweat fallingfrom their near-naked bodies into the furnace-like atmosphere and evaporating into the formidable sense of dread hanging in the air ofthe colossal chamber. That prickle of heat. That sense of millions astense as anyone could possibly be trickling down through the very air.The tension from the million eyes that stared at him from above.
The King sat on his throne, toying with his beard and eyeing him curiously.
‘Your… Most Exalted—’ He’d heard that word used in a film, but before he could be impressed with himself he was interrupted.
‘You’d better make with the gift, boy!’ one of the advisors jeered at him.
The King raised his hand to silence the calls of assent that mumbled around the room as he kept his gaze on Krish.
‘You have only been before me for a few seconds, child,’ began the King. ‘But it is clear to all that there is no gift in your hands. I would advise you to produce one or an explanation with haste, young man.’ The King was still furious from his confrontation with Vira but the distraction Krish was providing seemed to have subdued his rage somewhat.
The sea of eyes from the advisors, the nobles, from the very walls,the chandelier, the ceiling and more than anything from the King himself burned into Krish. Eshter glanced at her staff, which was no longer glowing, and then back to Krish.
‘That is because…’ Krish was trying desperately to think. ‘That’s because… my gift is… a story.’
He wasn’t entirely sure how interested the King was but at least he wasn’t interjecting.
‘A story… about a woman. My mother.’ Krish tried to build up a good story (without involving the devil), but nothing that eventful had ever happened to her. She was just his mother and he loved her.He focused on how she was so determined, how she always pushedhim to be more confident and how much she would be missed. Butwith every word he just felt more and more pathetic.
The King allowed him to speak for a few minutes but he didn’t seem convinced.
‘A charming woman, I’m sure,’ said the King. ‘But the story of her life is hardly entertaining. Put a few jokes in next time. As for your fate: it is hardly a crime to love your matriarch, deluded as it was for you to come here. I find no pleasure in the prospect of punishing you.Get rid of him!’
Guards seized him by each arm.
‘No, wait!’ cried Krish. ‘I have another story!’
‘And I have another hundred or so subjects to get through before I’m utterly bored,’ said the King, walking back to his throne.
‘Drag him away quicker, please!’
‘A story about… Bahrtakrit!’
The King turned briskly and faced him. The motion itself was enough to make the guards stop dead in their tracks. The King thought for a moment and then marched up to him. Enraged, hes poke in hushed tones, clearly hoping that even those restraining Krish might not hear.
‘Where have you heard that name, child?’
(Oh my goodness. Now I can see where all the excitement about The Boy Who Stole Time comes from. Children of ALL ages will love this!)
Giveaway: A Signed Paperback Copy of The Boy Who Stole Time
If that extract has made you as excited about The Boy Who Stole Time as it has me and you’d like to enter to win a signed copy, click here! Open internationally and please note that the book will be sent directly from the author and that after the end of the giveaway I will not retain any of your personal details!
Giveaway closes at UK midnight on Sunday 18th November.
About Mark Bowsher
Mark is a proudly dyspraxic writer and filmmaker who has made over 100 book promos for a certain publisher named Unbound. He wrote and directed his first full-length play, Not the Story of Me, at 20 and went on to make three shorts which won Best Short awards (plus one Best Screenplay award) at festivals in the UK and the US. The last of these, Only One Person Will Like This Film, was picked by the BFI as one of their ’10 to try’ out of over 300 films at LSFF 2013.
He has written short fiction (The Pitch and I Killed Tristan Metcalf and Here’s How I Did It… ) for Lionsgate’s Fright Club ezine as well as articles for Den of Geek and Cult TV Times.
Since going freelance in 2013 he has created video content for Santander, Pearson, Choice Support, The Big Issue and MyLex as well as music videos (all based on concepts he pitched to the artists) for Nisha Chand, Ekkoes, Good Work Watson, Morgan Crowley and Go-Zilla. He recently wrote and directed the pilot episode for a sitcom based on his previous career in film marketing entitled It’s All Lies. He isn’t married and doesn’t live in Surrey but he did once climb a mountain dressed as Peter Pan.
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