#Excerpt from The Boy Who Stole Time by Mark Bowsher @MarkBowsherFilm @unbounders

#Excerpt from The Boy Who Stole Time by Mark Bowsher @MarkBowsherFilm @unbounders The Boy Who Stole Time by Mark Bowsher
Published by Unbound on August 30 2018
Genres: Fiction, Young Adult
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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

I am so excited to be on the blog tour today for Mark’s book The Boy Who Stole Time. When Mark first contacted me about reading his book, I just at the chance. I mean just look at the beautiful cover! I was not alas, able to read it in time for the tour, but you will be seeing my review soon! So before I share with you an exclusive excerpt from the book, what have the bloggers said so far about the book?

Books from Dusk to Dawn says

This was a story that just kept giving. An adventure that has to continue I hope not too long into the future. Only time will tell! Superb no matter how old you are.

Chronicles of a Fantasy Writer says

Every scene was so richly described, I felt like I was actually there, beside Krish experiencing every moment of the tale. I think that’s a huge accomplishment. Instead of letting descriptions weaken the quality of his work, the author made them his biggest triumph.

Bibliophile Book Club (Ellen’s Review) says

This story reminded me of the stories of Arabian Nights/One Thousand and One Nights that I loved to read as a child. There are elements of The Boy Who Stole Time that will appeal to everyone. This book is the first in the series and I can’t wait to see what is going to happen next!!

‘Sleep …’ Balthrir’s staff made gentle circles in the air. Krish began to slip away from the conscious world.

           In an instant, a dream swooped in and took him …

A snort … a muzzle lifts out of the dirt … looking ahead

… into the trees … eyes wide … an ecstasy of barking …

lean, muscular legs bounding through darkened woods …

Screaming … he was screaming

in the dark …

Their paws beat the ground … they were close … too close …

Screaming … she calls out … she calls

again … he doesn’t understand her words …

So close … the smell of putrid meat on their breath …

Her desperate whispers … Where?

Which direction? He points …

Their pace quickening … their quarry near …

The twine thrust into his hands … the mule

neighing, running from them … her tearing the

dead creature on the ground, scattering 

flesh behind them as they run …

Some chewed the meat … others barked …

this was not their prey …

Running, running … hearts beating wild in their chests …

violent breaths … stumbling over branches … feet too close …

confused … fingers, his fingers, large as swollen branches …

They were on their scent again …

The swish of a blade … a shriek of pain across his arm,

his friend opening his vein … a faint attempt at reassurance

through stuttering breaths … her mixing his blood with

the meat … discarded on the ground …

Beasts tearing into the bloody flesh … swallowing

leaves and twigs and dirt stuck to that filthy mess …

Wading … rancid, stagnant water … her

commanding him to drench himself … her

hand on his wound …

The scent was cold …

they had had their fill …

for now …

Water so close, too close … feeling it at his

waist, seeing it up to his neck … he would drown! He was

lost! He’d die! Falling under the water, one eye above,

both below. No sense. What? What?! Help!

Deep, deep below. Drowning! Dying!

Fetid water pouring down his throat …

Her over him, shouting, shouting,

screaming, no sense.

Every mark, every scratch, every bead

of sweat on her skin so clear …

           ‘Open yer eyes!’

He swore she was calling to him in his dream and

in the real world all at once …

           ‘Krish! Open yer eyes! O-pen yer –’

           He jolted awake.

           ‘– eyes!’

           He was lying in a shallow pond, no higher than his knees. Balthrir still hovered over him but she was a little farther away than she had been in his nightmare.

           ‘Where are they?’ she asked.

           He looked into her eyes, confused, and she asked again.

           ‘I don’t know,’ he said.

           ‘Look.’

           He looked roughly in the direction of where the dogs had been chewing the meat in his dream. But he saw nothing.

           ‘Look,’ she said. ‘Just for a moment …’

           Then he realised. The smoke in his eyes. The grains of sand. The wind. That’s when he’d seen them. Hesitantly, he allowed his eyelids to slide over his eyes.

Across the forest … a clearing … dogs stood

over the carcass … One’s head shot a look in his

direction … snarling …

           Krish opened his eyes with a gasp. Balthrir was looking expectantly at him.

           ‘There!’ he said. ‘Over there! One looked—’

           ‘It’s fine. The water will keep them off our scent for now. At least … well, it should do. We’d better move on. And keep yer eyes open.’

           Krish looked up into her eyes, which were fearful, apologetic.

           ‘They’re real, aren’t they?’

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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.

2 Comments

  1. jenchaos76
    November 19, 2018 / 9:44 am

    This would be a good book for my Time theme

    • Zoe
      Author
      November 19, 2018 / 9:59 am

      Ooh yes! Do it do it lol

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