My latest prehistoric fiction, Laws of Nature, is available for pre-sale on Amazon (officially on sale July 10th). To promote that exciting event, I’m putting Book 1 of the trilogy, Born in a Treacherous Time, on sale July 9th-July 13th, 2021.
1.8 mya, Lucy and her tribe struggle to survive in the harsh reality of a world where nature rules, predators stalk them, survival is a daily challenge, and a violent group of powerful men threaten to destroy everything Lucy thinks she understands.
If you ever wondered how earliest man survived but couldn’t get through the academic discussions, this book is for you. It will bring that world to life in a way never seen before.
The price:
$0.00
Free! I want to make it easy for anyone considering purchasing Laws of Nature to catch up on what they missed in Book 1. I hope you love it!
BTW, if you have KU, the books are free to borrow anytime through that program. Spread the news!
Here’s an excerpt:
Chapter One
Lucy Leaves Her Homeland
Forests gave way to bushlands. The prickly stalks scratched her skin right through the thick fur that layered her arms and legs. The glare of Sun, stark and white without the jungle to soften it, blinded her. One step forward became another and another, into a timeless void where nothing mattered but the swish of feet, the hot breeze on her face, and her own musty scent.
Neither male—not the one who called himself Raza nor the one called Baad—had spoken to her since leaving. They didn’t tell her their destination and she didn’t ask, not that she could decipher their intricate hand gestures and odd body movements. She studied them as they talked to each other, slowly piecing together what the twist of a hand and the twitch of a head meant. She would understand it all by the time they reached wherever they headed.
It was clear they expected her to follow. No one traveled this wild land alone but her reasons for joining them, submissively, had nothing to do with fear. Wherever the strangers took her would be better than where she’d been.
Lucy usually loved running through the mosaic of grass and forest that bled one into another. Today, instead of joy, she felt worry for her future and relief that her past was past. She effortlessly matched Raza’s tread, running in his steps at his pace. Baad did the same but not without a struggle. His sweat, an equal mix of old and stale from the long trip to find her and fresh from trying to keep up, blossomed into a ripe bouquet that wafted over her. She found comfort in knowing this strong, tough male traveled with her.
Vulture cawed overhead, eagerly anticipating a meal. From the size of his flock, the scavenge must be an adult Okapi or Giraffe. Even after the predator who claimed the kill—Lucy guessed it to be Megantereon or Snarling-dog—took what it needed, there would be plenty left. She often hunted with Vulture. It might find carrion first but she could drive it away by brandishing a branch and howling. While it circled overhead, awaiting a return to his meal, she grabbed what she wanted and escaped.
Feq must smell the blood but he had never been brave enough to chase Vulture away. He would wait until the raptor finished, as well as Snarling-dog and whoever else showed up at the banquet, and then take what remained which wouldn’t be enough to live on.
Sun descended toward the horizon as they entered a dense thicket. They stuck to a narrow lightly-used animal trail bordered by heavy-trunked trees. Cousin Chimp scuffled as he brachiated through the understory, no doubt upset by the intruders. Only once, when a brightly-colored snake slithered across her path, did Lucy hesitate. The vibrant colors always meant deadly venom and she didn’t carry the right herbs to counter the poison. Baad grumbled when her thud reverberated out of sync with Raza’s, and Cousin Chimp cried a warning.
Finally, they broke free of the shadows and flew through waist-high grass, past trees laden with fruit, and around the termite mound where Cousin Chimp would gorge on white grubs—if Cheetah wasn’t sleeping on top of it.
I haven’t been back here since that day…
She flicked her eyes to the spot where her life had changed. Everything looked so calm, painted in vibrant colors scented with a heady mix of grass, water, and carrion. A family of Hipparion raised their heads but found nothing menacing so turned back to their banquet of new buds.
As though nothing happened…
Lucy sprinted. Her vision blurred and her head throbbed as she raced flat out, desperate to outdistance the memories. Her legs churned, arms pumped, and her feet sprang off the hard earth. Each step propelled her farther away. Her breathing heaved in rhythm with her steps. The sack around her neck smacked comfortingly against her body. Her sweat left a potent scent trail any predator could follow but Lucy didn’t care.
“Lucy!”
Someone far behind shouted her call sign but she only slowed when the thump in her chest outstripped her ability to breathe. She fell forward, arms outstretched, and gasped the damp air into her tortured lungs. Steps thumped louder, approaching, but she kept her eyes closed. A hand yanked her head back, forcing her to look up.
Despite the strangeness of Raza’s language, this she did understand: Never do that again.
Feq followed until Lucy had reached the edge of her—Feq’s—territory. Here, he must let her go. Without Feq, the Group’s few children and remaining female would die. She threw a last look at her brother’s forlorn face, drawn and tired, shoulders slumped, eyes tight with resolution. Lucy dipped her head and turned from her beleaguered past.
Maybe the language difference made Raza ignore Lucy’s every question though she tried an endless variety of vocalizations, gestures, and grunts. Something made him jumpy, constantly, but Lucy sniffed nothing other than the fragrant scrub, a family of chimps, and the ever-present Fire Mountain. Nor did she see any shift in the distant shadows to signal danger.
Still, his edginess made her anxious.
What is he hiding? Why does he never relax?
She turned toward the horizon hoping whatever connected sky to earth held firm, preventing danger from escaping and finding her. Garv credited Spider’s web with that task, said if it could capture Fly, it could connect those forces. Why it didn’t always work, Garv couldn’t explain. Herds and dust, sometimes fire, leaked through, as did Sun at the end of every day. Lucy tried to reach that place from many different directions but it moved away faster than she could run.
Another truth Lucy knew: Only in Sun’s absence did the clouds crack and send bolts of fire to burn the ground and flash floods to storm through the canyons. Sun’s caring presence kept these at bay.
A grunt startled her back to the monotony of the grassland. At the rear of their column, Baad rubbed his wrists, already swollen to the thickness of his arm. When she dropped back to ask if she could help, his face hardened but not before she saw the anguish in the set of his mouth and the squint of his eyes. The elders of her Group suffered too from gnarled hands. A common root, found everywhere, dulled the ache.
Why bring a male as old and worn as Baad without that root?
Lucy guessed he had been handsome in his youth with his commanding size, densely-haired body, and brawny chest. Now, the hair hung gray and ragged and a white line as thick as Lucy’s finger cut his face from temple to ear. In his eyes smoldered lingering anger, maybe from the shattered tooth that peeked through his parted lips.
Was that why he didn’t try to rut with her? Or did he consider her pairmated to Raza?
“Baad,” she bleated, mimicking the call sign Raza used. “This will help your wrist,” and handed him a root bundle from her neck sack. “Crack it open and swallow the juice.”
Baad sniffed the bulb, bit it, and slurped up the liquid. His jaw relaxed and the tension drained from his face, completely gone by the time they passed the hillock that had been on the horizon when Lucy first gave him the root.
“How did you know this would work?” Baad motioned as he watched her face.
Why didn’t he know was a better question. Lucy observed animals as they cared for their injuries. If Gazelle had a scrape on her flank, she bumped against a tree that wept sap so why shouldn’t Lucy rub the thick mucus on her own cut to heal it? If swallowing certain leaves rid Cousin Chimp of the white worms, why wouldn’t it do the same for Lucy? Over time, she’d collected the roots, blades, stems, bark, flowers, and other plant parts she and her Group came to rely on when sick.
But she didn’t know enough of Baad’s words to explain this so she shrugged. “I just knew.”
Baad remained at her side as though he wanted to talk more.
Lucy took the opportunity. “Baad. Why did you and Raza come for me?”
He made her repeat the question as he watched her hands, body movements, and face, and then answered, “Sahn sent us.”
His movement for ‘sent’ was odd. One finger grazed the side of his palm and pointed toward his body—the backtrail, the opposite direction of the forward trail.
“Sent you?”
“Because of the deaths.”
Memories washed across his face like molten lava down the slopes of Fire Mountain. His hand motions shouted a rage she never associated with death. Predators killed to feed their families or protect their territory, as they must. Why did that anger Baad?
“Can you repeat that? The deaths?”
This time, the closest she could interpret was ‘deaths without reason’ which made no sense. Death was never without reason. Though he must have noticed she didn’t understand, he moved on to a portrayal of the world she would soon live within. His location descriptions were clear. In fact, her Group also labeled places by their surroundings and what happened there—stream-where-hunters-drink, mountains-that-burn-at-night, and mound-with-trees. Locations were meaningless without those identifications. Who could find them if not for their surroundings?
His next question surprised her.
“Why did you come?”
Bile welled in Lucy’s throat. She couldn’t tell him how she failed everyone in her Group or explain that she wanted a better life for the child she carried. Instead, she grunted and pretended she misunderstood.
That night, Lucy slept fitfully, curled under a shallow overhang without the usual protection of a bramble bush barrier or a tree nest. Every time she awoke, Raza and Baad were staring into the dark night, faces tight and anxious, muscles primed.
When Sun reappeared to begin its journey across the sky, the group set out, Lucy again between Raza and Baad. She shadowed the monotonous bounce of Raza’s head, comforted by the muted slap of her feet, the thump in her chest, and the stench of her own unwashed body. As they trotted ever onward, she became increasingly nervous. Though everything from the berries to the vegetation, animals, and baobab trees reminded her of home, this territory belonged to another group of Man-who-makes-tools. Before today, she would no sooner enter or cross it as they would hers. But Raza neither slowed nor changed direction so all she could do to respect this land-not-hers was to move through without picking a stalk of grass, eating a single berry, or swallowing any of the many grubs and insects available. Here and there, Lucy caught glimpses of the Group that called this territory theirs as they floated in the periphery of her sight. She smelled their anger and fear, heard them rustling as they watched her pass, reminding her she had no right to be here. Raza and Baad didn’t seem to care or notice. Did they not control territories where they lived?
Before she could ponder this any further, she snorted in a fragrance that made her gasp and turn. There on the crest of a berm across the savanna, outlined against the blue of the sky, stood a lone figure, hair puffed out by the hot breeze, gaze on her.
“Garv!” Lucy mouthed before she could stop herself. He’s dead. I saw it.
No arm waved and no voice howled the agony of separation.
“Raza!” Baad jerked his head toward the berm.
“Man-who-preys?” Raza asked with a rigid parallel gesture.
Lucy’s throat tightened at the hand movement for danger.
“Who is Man-who-preys?” Lucy labored with the call sign. “We don’t prey. We are prey.” Why did this confuse Raza?
Raza dropped back and motioned, “I refer to the one called Man-who-preys—upright like us but tall and skinny.” He described the creature’s footprints with the distinctive rounded top connected to the bottom by a narrow bridge. She knew every print of every animal in her homeland. These didn’t exist.
“No. I’ve never seen those prints.”
He paused and watched her face. “You’re sure Mammoth slaughtered your males? Could it have been this animal?”
“No. I was there. I would have seen this stranger.”
Raza dropped back to talk to Baad. She tried to hear their conversation but they must have used hand motions. Who was this Man-who-preys and why did Raza think they caused the death of her Group’s males? Worse, if they followed Raza from his homeland, did that bring trouble to Feq?
Lucy easily kept up with Raza, her hand tight around an obsidian scraper as sharp and sturdy as the one the males gripped. Her wrist cords bulged like the roots of an old baobab, familiar with and accustomed to heavy loads and strenuous work. Both males remained edgy and tense, often running beside each other and sharing urgent hand motions. After one such exchange, Raza diverted from the route they had been following since morning to one less trodden. It’s what Lucy would do if worried about being tracked by a predator or to avoid a group of Man-who-makes-tools. They maintained a quicker-than-normal pace well past the edge of her world. That suited her fine though she doubted that Man-who-preys could be more perilous than what preyed in her mind.
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Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular prehistoric fiction saga, Man vs. Nature which explores seminal events in man’s evolution one trilogy at a time. She is also the author of the Rowe-Delamagente thrillers and Building a Midshipman, the story of her daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy. Her non-fiction includes over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, reviews as an Amazon Vine Voice, a columnist for NEA Today, and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics. Look for her next prehistoric fiction, Laws of Nature, Summer 2021.
What a wonderful gift, Jacqui! I’m sad I missed it. Now, after three weeks of visits to friends and family in Belgium and little time and internet, I’m catching up on my favorite blogs! Congratulations with the official release of Laws of Nature. I’m looking forward to spreading the news on Roaming About in early August!
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I do have all of my books on KU so if you’re a member of that, they’re always free! You have such an eclectic group of friends. I’m excited to spend some time with them in August.
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You’re tearing it up, Jacqui, so prolific! I’ve been working on my current novel for the last four years. Sheesh! I just can’t find enough time with work, volunteer stuff, etc.
Always happy to see someone making it work. Good luck with the new release!
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Well, my work is at home and volunteer stuff ground to a halt with COVID. I have one more in this series that will come out pretty fast and then, I’ll be on your four-year track.
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Well I’m rooting for you. 🤞♥️
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Hi Jacqui – I will get … I need to read it physically … but so glad it was a successful promotion … cheers Hilary
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It surprised me how well it worked. That’s never happened before!
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Hope it was a successful promotion, Jacqui!
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Beyond my wildest dreams. Oddly successful. I just wish I knew how I did it.
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Wow this is lovely and I Will like to know more about it
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It has a lot of comments on the Amazon page. You can see what others are saying. Thanks for stopping by.
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Hello dear friend it’s been long how is the business
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Slow! Sigh.
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Purchased it 🙂 Hoping to read it while away next week.
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The oddest thing happened. I checked my stats for this Free sale–I sold 888 yesterday. That’s never happened. It actually makes me nervous.
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That is fantastic, Jacqui! I am so pleased for you. You’ve worked hard for this and deserve it 😀
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Just downloaded my copy. Look forward to reading it!
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Woot! I hope you like getting to know Lucy.
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I’m sure I will!
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Good luck Jacqui! 🙂
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Thanks, Deb! Always hard to get the word out but a sale sounds like a good first step!
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Good marketing! 🙂
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A great promotion to get everyone ready for your release of book II. A fabulous read, Jacqui. I hope your fans scoop it up!
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So far so good. I haven’t tried these sort of freebies often (only once) so I’m curious how it works.
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How exciting and thanks for the special offer! Soon both books will be in everyone´s hands.
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And I got my first review on Laws of Nature! This is a good day, Darlene.
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Very generous, Jacqui! Much luck with Laws of Nature.
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Thanks, Pete. I am very excited to get it launched.
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This is an engrossing excerpt. I particuarly like the emphasis on smell.
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Thanks, Liz. Our ancestors were big on all of their senses!
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The sensory imagery is what made the passage come to life. It wouldn’t have been as effective without it.
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Mucha suerte con el libro, te mando un beso
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Thank you!
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Wonderful first book, Jacqui! I wish you all the best and I’ve ordered my copy of the second!
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It was the first in this series. Thanks so much, Terri.
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Nice offer! The insight that he could never relax (in your story) rings true. Who could relax when you’re part of the food chain out there! Good writing.
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That’s true. It’s something we never even worry about anymore.
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Awesome! Sharing and wishing you lots of new readers… xo
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Thanks so much, Bette!
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Well dang! I just ordered the first Lucy book a few days ago ~ LOL! I’ll still preorder your next book though. Have a happy weekend!
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Can’t you return it? And then reorder? I don’t know how many days they give you for that. Dang!
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I’m happy to buy your book, Jacqui, and it arrived last night. I’m beginning the book now, but just reading your glossary was a thrill. When I earned my certificate in paleontology from DMN&S, I wrote a looong paper on the animal life in the Pliocene. So horse-that-walks-upright, long-tooth-cat, tree-man, and hipparion are old friends. I’ve also had the incredible experience of holding real hammerstones, flakes, and other tools ~ something you cannot do without thinking of the people who made them and what they thought and felt. Loved the intro and prologue too, and the character list made me feel like a kid in a candy store. I am so going to enjoy this book!
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That is so wonderful to hear. I had a similar experience with an authentic ancient stone tool. I couldn’t put it down. I think my professor got a bit worried about me!
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That’s an awesome sale, Jacqui! Wishing you a ton of downloads!
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I don’t do free too often. Do you? Does it work?
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I’ve done it once or twice in the past with varying levels of success. I did it with Eclipse Lake years ago and had awesome results. Was never able to recapture that afterward. Most all of my other books are through my publisher so I don’t have control of them.
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That is something I’d like–to offload marketing to a publisher!
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So generous! Sharing.
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I had great results when I did a freebie four years ago. I wonder how this will compare…
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Eep!
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My cat crawled across my laptop and so I hit send before I was ready. LOLOL
What I wanted to say was that I downloaded “Born in a Treacherous Time” and I’m so excited to read it! Thank you so much for the awesome sale!
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I am thrilled you grabbed it, Kymber. Thank you for trusting my storytelling.
That’s funny about the cat. Dogs don’t do that, BTW
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LOL I love dogs, too, but we don’t have one. My cat never seems to care if he sits on my laptop while it’s in use. It’s all about him anyway. 😂
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Talk about a bargain! No one can resist free! Congrats, Jacqui! Sharing!
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Thank you! I have grabbed a lot of free books to try out an author. Often, I end up loving them.
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Fabulous, Jacqui. Sharing for you.
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Thank you so much! You are a good efriend.
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Great offers, Jacqui! I can’t wait to read the new one!
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A lot of good stuff–and frightening stuff–happens in it.
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Congratulations on your latest publication. I’ll be ordering my copy soon. I always enjoy catching up on your blog. Keep up the good work.
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Thanks, Diane! I am pretty excited to get this out there.
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Anyone who is smart enough to take advantage of this will be SO happy they did.
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I’m curious if it will make a difference. I’m watching for that.
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I hope so. For the reader it’s a “No Lose” situation.
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Congratulations Jacqui… I am waiting for my copy of your latest creation to be delivered.
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Yay! I think that’s tomorrow. I have everything ready!
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That’s so exciting, Jacqui. Best wishes on the sale. And your upcoming release.
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My books are all free with a KDP membership so I’m wondering how big a difference this will make. I’ll see…
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Well, any sale is a sale. Hopefully you get a lot of them, though.
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You KNOW I wish you the very best with the entire series!!
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Thank you so much, GP. I really enjoy trying to understand what ‘human’ means.
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That’s a tough one.
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Good luck with your launch,and thanks for the heads up, I’ve downloaded a copy to give myself a nudge into a new genre 😀
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At their heart, these are stories of survival against impossible odds but there’s not the focus on emotion that draws many to stories. I can’t find any proof that emotion as a driving force was fully developed 2 million years ago.
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Ah, but that’s the fun of writing – licence to permit your imagination free-rein with no one able to tell you it wasn’t so.
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Dear Jaqui,
we are wishing you good luck with this book and all your books as well.
Have a happy weekend
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, Klausbernd! The next few weeks I hope to well-launch my latest prehistoric fiction.
BTW, I’m probably not the only one who eagerly awaits your monthly posts. Are you a few days late or did I create a pattern that didn’t exist in your publishing? Any sneak peaks?
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Dear Jacqui,
well, what shall we say, we are a bit lazy but do a lot in the garden, Dina is busy photogaphing wildlife and last noch least we don’t know a topic for our next post.
Today we were with a friend in the marshes. He writes an article for the BBC media about samphire. We love samphire and know special places at the edge of creeks in the marshes. Of course, we came home with quite some samphire for us and even our neighbours and many pictures. He desperatly needed samphire-pictures for his article. He lives in Norwich but you find samphire on the coast only.
Well, we do things like this, hedgecutting tomorrow, Hanne will photograph with a friend on Sunday. Siri :-), Selma 🙂 and I will relax and potter around. But for next week we hope for an inspiration.
Sorry. Wishing you a great weekend
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Well this is helpful, Klausbernd. I am left wondering about samphire. I’ve never heard of it before. That should hold me over for a week.
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We love the samphire most just cooked for a minute and then eating with butter. We eat it with fish or as a starter. The early samphire is the best.
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Best of luck with this, Jacqui! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Harmony. I’m pretty excited and nervous.
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I feel that way with every new release 💕
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How exciting!!! Good luck!!
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Thank you! I want to give readers an opportunity to read the prequel to my new book (and then hopefully buy the next!) We’ll see how it goes.
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Fingers crossed for you!!! 🙂
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Great book!
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Thanks so much, Jill. A good introduction to Lucy.
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Very intriguing story!
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It is. It’s akin to survival stories told today but for them, it was life. I enjoy exploring Lucy’s world.
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