Today on The Tattooed Book Geek I am pleased to be taking part in the blog tour for Ruin’s Wake by Patrick Edwards with an excerpt from the book.
My thanks to Sarah Mather for the tour invite, Titan Books and Patrick Edwards.
- Paperback: 448 pages
- Publisher: Titan Books (UK) (12 Mar. 2019)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1785658794
- ISBN-13: 978-1785658792
- Amazon UK / Amazon US
A moving and powerful science fiction novel with themes of love, revenge and identity on a totalitarian world.
A moving and powerful science fiction novel with themes of love, revenge, and identity. A story about humanity, and the universal search to find salvation in the face of insurmountable odds.
An old soldier in exile embarks on a desperate journey to find his dying son.
A young woman trapped in an abusive marriage with a government official finds hope in an illicit love.
A female scientist uncovers a mysterious technology that reveals that her world is more fragile than she believed.
Ruin’s Wake imagines a world ruled by a totalitarian government, where history has been erased and individual identity is replaced by the machinations of the state. As the characters try to save what they hold most dear – in one case a dying son, in the other secret love – their fates converge to a shared destiny.
Ruin’s Wake Book Excerpt.
The hardy aryx followed the ship. Cale wondered if they slept on the wing. Watching the sea and the clouds in silence calmed him and he welcomed the monotony. Keeping his eyes on the distance helped, though he didn’t think the discomfort would ever completely fade. The problem was that when the sickness went away the fear came back, a smouldering ball of worry in his gut. If he concentrated hard he could go without seeing the images in his head for whole minutes but he wished there was some way to make the big ship go faster.
One day, on one of his walks, he passed by a tarp that had slipped, revealing a mouldering pile of wood. A small chunk caught his eye – something in the grimy, rain-soaked grain grabbed at him, though he didn’t quite know what. He snatched at it before anyone could see and carried it to the bows, running the pad of his thumb along the ridges of the wood. The next day, with the old folding knife from his kitbag, he stood at the rail where he’d shared grog with Derrin and whittled shavings into the sea, working towards the hazy shape from his memory. The next day, he did the same. Bark gave way to wet fibre gave way to dry heartwood and the work got easier. He was just an observer as his hands worked, following their own plan.
On the fourth day, he saw what it was he was making. A wooden doll with a bulbous head and narrow shoulders. A toy soldier with a rifle over one shoulder, the bend of the wood suggesting a raised knee, as if marching. Bowden had owned a toy like this. It had been his favourite. Cale’s hands had remembered what memory had thrown away.
Even then, when his knees knocked together, he wanted to be a soldier. And look where it got him.
He felt a surge of nausea. He went to the rail to throw the unwelcome reminder into the sea, but at the last instant held back. Perhaps it was the hours his hands had put in to shaping it. Or perhaps it was the memory of the look on Bowden’s face as he’d played General in a sun-dappled garden, manoeuvring his pieces in an endless stratagem only he understood against an enemy of leaves and stones.
Later, he placed the toy on the small shelf by his bunk and let it watch over him as he slept.
About Patrick Edwards.
I live in Bristol with my family. I’ve loved books since I was a boy.
I started a sci-fi novel at school, but never finished it. I wrote some moody poetry when I lived in Paris; I blame the wine. I finally got serious about it in 2015 and now I don’t want to do anything else.
I like martial arts, space flight and sour beer. If they need a writer to go to Mars, I’m there (might be some competition).
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