charlie_cochrane: (old time winter)
Sand was originally in the now defunct anthology Last Gasp from the now defunct Noble Romance. It got reworked for standalone release (all for the better, I'd say) and came out in the summer, which is appropriate, given the title.

Excerpt:

Lunch was taken in the tent where finds were initially sorted; there the men grabbed both food and some welcome shade. Andrew hadn’t returned—they said he was still out, probably half way down a shaft into a newly located tomb, and would be back when he could. So I sat and tried to eat, even though my appetite had gone, watching the life of the camp go on around me.
A local lad passing by with a bundle of wood had that look of intense concentration only seen on the young, absorbed in their task. He suddenly gave a shrill, terrified cry, dropping his burden and flinging something from him, something small and dark that landed near my leg. I remember coolly thinking that whatever had been thrown had been affronted at both its unexpected flight and the hard contact with flesh.
It was a scorpion, and it rapidly took its brief revenge.
Strange how time expands at a time of crisis. I also remember thinking how Mother Nature must have known how I felt about her beasts of burden and had become determined to take her vengeance on me, proving she really was red in tooth and claw. Or rather in sting and telson. I must have cried out in pain, because everyone’s attention was on me in an instant, including the attention I most craved.
“What’s happening?” Andrew had appeared almost out of nowhere, pushing his way through the small knot of onlookers which had gathered around me.
“The boy had this in his load.” One of the conservators pointed at the small, possibly deadly creature, now smashed into an almost unidentifiable heap. The curve of the tail was still recognisable, although everything was beginning to look peculiar.
“Sorry about this, Charles,” Andrew drew his knife and efficiently cut out a piece of my flesh, clearing all the area surrounding the bite. I hardly noticed the pain, too shocked to understand fully what was going on. Nothing felt real any more. “Think it’s a scorpion sting, old man. Needed to attend to the wound as soon as I could.” His usually happy face was clouded with worry.
Some part of me couldn’t help being delighted that he cared, just as another part of me thought, Poison. This is serious.
The knife had done its work when the wave of real pain hit. I felt faint, all perception of what was happening around me fading and returning as in a dream. I was vaguely aware they’d called for the resident doctor and that someone was preparing a makeshift stretcher, to take me back to the camp. The one thing I saw most clearly was Andrew’s face—full of fear and trying very hard to hide the fact.
Just how bad was this bloody sting going to turn out to be?
charlie_cochrane: (sand)
"Sand is still a beautifully written and surprisingly melancholy story about two men who find love in the most unexpected place." Read more at The Novel Approach.
charlie_cochrane: (sand)
Rain, rain and more rain outside (if two zebras and two camels walk past I'm following them...)

Day has been cheered up immensely by a lovely review for Sand, over at Prism Book Alliance. "Ms. Cochrane’s way with words quickly immersed me in the magic of its setting. I felt the hot acrid air, the heat and most of all the sand. It’s charming and engaging, and the tale it tells is as timeless as its setting."
charlie_cochrane: (sand)
If you're interested in Litfests in general and Penzance in particular, I've done a write up of it from an author's perspective, over at the RNA blog. Next stop Havant.

I've decided to join the Goodreads ask the author programme, so from August I'll be answering one question a week. Do drop in and ask me something embarrassing.

Lovely to see Sand at ARE with the little magic silver star by it.
charlie_cochrane: (sand)
Life is extraordinarily busy writing wise, not least with two (count 'em!) new stories out next week. The cover for Sand has to be my favourite MLR cover (along with Tumble Turn) - thanks to the multi-talented Lex Valentine.

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“Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand.”
Andrew Parks has come to Syria to escape potential disgrace in Edwardian England, burying past heartache and scandal among the tombs. Charles Cusiter has travelled here more reluctantly, as chaperone to a friend whose fondness for the opposite sex gets him into too much trouble at home. Out in the desert there aren’t any women to turn Bernard’s head – just the ubiquitous sand.
The desert works its magic on Charles, softening his heart. Not even a potentially fatal scorpion sting can overcome the power this strange land exerts.
charlie_cochrane: (horns)
Anybody mentioning rugby in general or S_r_c_ns in particular will be getting a stern talking to. Suffice to say have wrung out my hankie and am looking forward to *UK Meet this weekend in Bristol. Got my hugging muscles ready for action.

News

I’ve got two releases lined up for late July, just after I get back from being a pirate – sorry, going to the Litfest – in Penzance. Second Helpings, of which you can read an extended excerpt here and Sand, from MLR.

Sand was in the anthology Last Gasp from the new defunct (and not much lamented) Noble Romance and has been titivated for release as a standalone story.

Here’s a snippet:

I sat and tried to eat, even though my appetite had gone, watching the life of the camp go on around me.
A local lad passing by with a bundle of wood had that look of intense concentration only seen on the young, absorbed in their task. He suddenly gave a shrill, terrified cry, dropping his burden and flinging something from him, something small and dark that landed near my leg. I remember coolly thinking that whatever had been thrown had been affronted at both its unexpected flight and the hard contact with flesh.
It was a scorpion, and it rapidly took its brief revenge.
Strange how time expands at a time of crisis. I also remember thinking how Mother Nature must have known how I felt about her beasts of burden and had become determined to take her vengeance on me, proving she really was red in tooth and claw. Or rather in sting and telson. I must have cried out in pain, because everyone’s attention was on me in an instant, including the attention I most craved.
“What’s happening?” Andrew had appeared almost out of nowhere, pushing his way through the small knot of onlookers which had gathered around me.
“The boy had this in his load.” One of the conservators pointed at the small, possibly deadly creature, now smashed into an almost unidentifiable heap. The curve of the tail was still recognisable, although everything was beginning to look peculiar.
“Sorry about this, Charles,” Andrew drew his knife and efficiently cut out a piece of my flesh, clearing all the area surrounding the bite. I hardly noticed the pain, too shocked to understand fully what was going on. Nothing felt real any more. “Think it’s a scorpion sting, old man. Needed to attend to the wound as soon as I could.” His usually happy face was clouded with worry.
Some part of me couldn’t help being delighted that he cared, just as another part of me thought, Poison. This is serious.
The knife had done its work when the wave of real pain hit. I felt faint, all perception of what was happening around me fading and returning as in a dream. I was vaguely aware they’d called for the resident doctor and that someone was preparing a makeshift stretcher, to take me back to the camp. The one thing I saw most clearly was Andrew’s face—full of fear and trying very hard to hide the fact.
Just how bad was this bloody sting going to turn out to be?

Inspiration:

Because in the summer one’s thoughts turn to other sports. Sometimes.

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Charlie
charlie_cochrane: (horns)
Basingstoke was alright. At least the little bit I saw, which was a wonderfully vibrant infant school. If only school had been like that when I was a womper.

'Sand' which was in the anthology 'Last Gasp' from the now defunct Noble Romance (what an unvibrant experience that was!) has been given a thorough going over and is now in edits for re-release from MLR.

And more things that make me happy:

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charlie_cochrane: (tudor garden)
The wonderful [livejournal.com profile] erastes used her powers of persuasion (and a whip) to assemble a set of four novellas for Noble Romance's anthology of gay historical romance called “The Last Gasp.” No release date yet, but we think it's the Summer.

Authors: Charlie Cochrane, Jordan Taylor, Erastes and Chris Smith (her debut). You can decide which of the Four Musketeers is which.

Blurbs and Charlie's ethical dilemma...Read more... )

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