#RainbowSnippets: Jack and Marjory
Happy Saturday! This is going to be my last snippet from Jack and Marjory for a little while because the first book in the series (Jack and Marjory is just a side story really) is available for pre-order today on kindle so I’ll be snipping from that instead and you’ll get to hear all about Max and his octopus Collin and meet Captain Jack Diamond who helps Jack and Marjory escape the treacle mines (in book 2).
But for now, here’s my #RainbowSnippets post for this week – if you’re new to this, Rainbow Snippets is a chance to read and share 6 sentences of LGBTQIA+ fiction every Saturday. There’s a huge variety from Steampunk, like mine, to Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Comedy and everything in between. You can join the fun and read all the other fabulous snippets at the wonderfully friendly and supportive official facebook group here 🙂
So, here is the next snippet from Jack and Marjory – my novella-in-progress which gives two of my Bi-Gendered characters a chance to tell something of their own little side-adventure, which actually had a massive impact on the history of Ire in a ‘behind-the-scenes’ kind of way.
If you missed last week’s snippet you can catch up here: #RainbowSnippets: Jack and Marjory
If you want to start from the beginning you can do so here: https://blakeandwight.com/2018/09/29/rainbowsnippets-jack-and-marjory/
To re-cap, Jack and Marjory have temporarily forgotten all about the priceless teaset and are feeling star struck at a so cool your trousers might freeze party for beatnik poets, painters and revolutionaries… I’ve been really naughty and slipped in 7 rather long sentences but I hope you’ll forgive me, it is the last we’ll be seeing of J&M for a little while 😉
There was a theatre group re-enacting The Ballad Of Amelia Manylentils (how could there not be) in a back passageway and they was lifting Amelia up into the air on a bar stool, but singing the line about the automaton dolls instead, while someone puffed pipe smoke across the floor through a length of copper tubing.
There was poets everywhere and everyone was talking – some was reciting and some was conversing and some was just ranting loudly away to themselves, or perhaps the room at large, or perhaps the universe, or someone in particular on the other side… and men and women with quills and nibs and paintbrushes and wells of ink and mugs of cold, black chicory coffee was writing all over the walls the things wot was being said or thought or sung around them or inside them so that they became essays and poems and novels, by the look of some of them… and still others was reading aloud what was being written as if it were prophecy or scripture or a recipe for the most sinful cake in Devon…
All come to the Golden Lion… all come to see Max… get hung.
The Golden Lion; a shrine and a womb and a cathedral and a tomb and a chrysalis all at the same time… all to see one man (who wasn’t perhaps, by his own admission, even a man at all) get mullered for love.
« Because that was all it was, really »
We suddenly realised that Johnny Moonstruck, owner of the Garish Theatre Company, was standing beside us, with his foot on a bar stool rocking it back and forth, back and forth while he drummed with a paintbrush on the side of his mug of dandelion root coffee, regaling us with his views on life the universe and nothin’ interestin.’
We smiled politely and wondered if the sly bar steward weren’t spiking these innocuous ground root beverages with a dash of camellia sinensis. Like true scientists, we ordered a pot for ourselves without missin’ a beat of Johnny’s dandy disquisition…
being an entertaining and informative piece of travel writing by a couple of rogues on the run as they attempt to avoid the machinations of wizards, monarchs and a ruthless band of beatnik poets, deflect a civil war and deliver a priceless, historical tea set before the owner finds himself at the gallows.
Wishing you all a most splendiferous week and don’t forget to check in at the #rainbowsnippets facebook group for more fabulous snippets of LGBTQIA+ fiction 🙂
book cover image by Renphoto