Monday, 21 August 2017
Release Date: 28th July 2017
Publisher:Endeavour Press
Publisher:Endeavour Press
Genres: Historical Time Slip Romance
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Two women 1500 years apart. One need: to save the world they know. Can
they help each other to achieve their greatest desire? And what if that world
they want is not the one that's best for them?
University lecturer in medieval studies, Dr Viv Dulac, is devastated
when her partner walks out (and with her best friend too!) and threatens her
home. Drunk and desperate, her world
quite literally turns upside down and she finds herself in the body of the
fifth century Lady Vivianne, who is struggling with the shifting values of the
Dark Ages and her forced betrothal to the brutish Sir Pelleas who is implicated
in the death of her parents. Haunted by both Lady Vivianne and by Viv's own
parents' death and legacy, can Viv unravel the web of mystery that surrounds
and connects their two lives, and bring peace to them both? A haunting story of
lives intertwining across the ages, of the triumph of the human spirit and of
dreams lost and found.
EXTRACT
God, why did it all have to happen now, when she needed to
be on top form. Oh, why did it have to happen at all. Everything in her life
was crumbling away. Pete, what have you done to us …
Again, a movement behind her,
a parting of the rushes. The sense of a dark figure at her back. She swung
round. Nothing. Then she turned back to the mere. A shadow on the water. She
stared at the ripples but the image diffused and disappeared. Hardly daring to
look she glanced round again. Nobody. She was alone.
Viv shuddered, her eyes fixed
on the water in front of her. She must get out of here, get safely home, but
somehow she couldn’t move. She was transfixed and held against her will, as if
her body was bound with invisible ropes. The mere and the world around her
juddered, swept away and then returned, misty and echoing in her head.
She felt herself cry out. But
it was a cry, not for help, but of despair.
Then a hand planted firmly on
her back, pushing her. She staggered but felt the inexorable push towards the
dark murky water. As she fell, she had the odd sensation of someone breathing
on her neck, falling with her. Her hand reached out to save herself, to grasp
anything that might halt her tumble. She scrabbled wildly at the undergrowth
but felt the branches break as she tried to clutch hold of them.
The cold water rose to meet
her and there was no longer firm ground beneath her. She flailed about but it
was hopeless; the cold stole her breath and her strength. Something was pulling
her downwards, sucking her into the murky depths of the mere.
My
little Lady Vivianne.
She was sinking, as if there
was someone below her who was grasping her ankles and pulling her down. The
water covered her head and, even at the last, when she managed to struggle her
head above the surface she saw that she was much further away from the bank
than she had imagined. She could no longer fight, and with that realisation,
the water covered her head for the last time.
*
* *
A deep male voice came faintly from far away and slowly
entered her consciousness.
“Lady
Vivianne!”
Viv felt a strong arm grip her
waist and then she was floating, being drawn gently through the water. She
gasped for breath as she rose, and her mouth filled with balmy air, sweet and
fragrant. Oddly, it was light, and the sun was just starting to sink into dusk.
“What …?
In heaven’s name …?” Viv spluttered, as
the man lifted her up and over his broad shoulder and, splashing through the
shallows, carried her to the bank. The world swirled around her and she found
it hard to focus. She tried to draw in her breath but her chest felt too tight.
She was trapped against him. Her body felt strange, her dripping sleeves seemed
wider than they should be, her jeans somehow flapping against her legs. She was
soaked through but yet the mere seemed to be calling her back again. She tried
to twist round to it but the man only held her tighter. She grabbed hard at his
shoulder and a piece of wet cloth tore away in her hand. It felt strange, not a
fabric she was familiar with, thick and closely woven, but not rough.
He lowered her to her feet and
grinned down at her. His eyes were dark like smoke, skin olive and exotic, and
he ruffled his long dark curly hair to flick away the water that soaked it. She
stared at his large wide mouth and the dark shadow that swept his chin and
upper lip. His smile was intimate as if they shared a secret. For a moment, Viv
felt her brain somersault. Her mind was drifting in and out of consciousness.
She was aware of movement
around her and she tore her eyes away from him. There were people, men, their
figures moving out of focus behind him, their voices echoing as if from far
away. There were trees that she didn’t remember being around the mere. It
seemed wilder than it should have been.
Yet everything within a few feet of her was exceptionally bright and
clear, the light picking out all detail: the veins on the leaves, the knobbles
and crevices of the tree bark starkly sharpened in high relief. Beyond that,
all she saw was misty and swirling.
As she clenched her hands into
fists she realised that she still held the torn fragment of cloth, and made to
thrust it into the pocket of her jeans. The pocket was no longer there. She
looked down and saw that she wore a long skirt, the dark wet fabric clinging to
her legs. Good god, what was happening?
Viv looked back at the tall
figure before her. He was dressed in some kind of loose cream tunic, dripping
with lake water, with a brown leather belt that was finely tooled in gold, and
as she stared he pulled on his boots that he had left at the water’s edge.
She looked wildly around her.
The other men were dressed likewise in tunics, though not so fine. There were horses higher up on the bank-top;
she could hear their loud snorting and feel the juddering of the earth as they
stamped their hooves. What was this?
What was going on? Her brain didn’t seem to be working properly; she
felt confused, dull-witted. The sun was sinking behind the trees, leaving a
trail of bloody streaks, red and orange, in the sky. Yet she had stumbled into
the lake in the dark. She remembered staggering, a hand on her back, clutching
for the branches to halt her fall into the water, floundering, or being pushed?
Her clothes … her peculiar-feeling body … these people.
Her hand found a pouch hanging
from her waist within the folds of her soaking skirt and she thrust the fabric
into it, hiding it, though she had no idea why she needed to.
“Sir
Roland,” murmured one of the men, holding out to the dark-eyed man a large heavily embroidered crimson cloak which
her rescuer swept around his shoulders and pinned with a huge gold brooch,
covering the torn seam. As he did so, he glanced at Viv and smiled intimately
again, his glance insolently drifting down to the clinging folds of her skirt
and the pouch where the fragment of cloth nestled. His eyes found hers. Embarrassed, she turned away.
Julia Ibbotson has been an author I have always enjoyed reading and this book has shown me the diversity of genres that she is able to turn her hand to. Having read her children's fantasy book S.C.A.R.S I did wonder if it would only be a matter of time before writing in this fantasy genre developed into something more for an adult readership from her usual romance /contemporary fiction I had read from her previously. Drumbeats being such an intriguing book for me. A Shape On The Air is proof that Julia Ibbotson is a diverse writer able to give something to readers of differing genres.
In the book we are introduced to Viv Du Lac, a university lecturer who appears to be blissfully happy with her life. She has a man she adores, and is living in a place she loves and completely enjoying her job studying and teaching Medieval history and it seems that she has it all. And then, her partner drops a bombshell and her whole life is turned upside down. The trauma of this seems to set in motion a series of very weird experiences for her when she finds herself thrown in and out of time, living the life of Lady Vivianne, living in the Dark Ages and desperately trying to fight off the advances of her so called protector Sir Pelleas. She is alone in this world after the suspicious death of her parents and is betrothed to Sir Pelleas, a man she despises as he has little or no values and is claiming Vivianne and all the lands and people that her parents once ruled over. It seems that only Sir Roland and her young apprentice maid are her only allies to help uncover the mystery of her parents death and the magic that seems to be her destiny. However, she is unaware of Viv Du Lac and her involvement in this mystery from across the ages.
This is a really enjoyable time-slip romance. Julia Ibbotson clearly knows her stuff when it comes to medieval history and the depth of research that was undertaken for this book is evident. There is quite a lot of historical detail to process and there were times when I had to go and look up some words and their meanings / context but being a bit of a history buff I actually didn't mind this. If you like historical accuracy then Julia Ibbotson has left nothing out! I found this period in history quite fascinating and one I hadn't known an awful lot about. It is laid out in this book brilliantly. There were other times however that I felt there was unnecessary detail regarding certain things such as brand names of jeans, coffee machines etc but this didn't in any way detract from my overall enjoyment of the story.
Julia Ibbotson has created fascinating characters and I did have a few light-bulb moments of recognition regarding people and names etc. Sir Pelleas is a character that quite easily makes your skin crawl and Sir Roland of course is definitely swoon-worthy along with the hunky Rev Roland! As well as a modern day mystery that has its foundations back in the Dark Ages, A Shape On The Air is a super read and treasure hunt all rolled into one and I really enjoyed it. With just the right amount of suspense to leave the reader thinking about the connections through time that bind the characters, its a really great book that I'd recommend to those of you who love to disappear through time.
GIVEAWAY
An
e-copy of either The Old Rectory or Drumbeats (outside UK) Or paperback (UK
only)
ABOUT JULIA IBBOTSON
Award winning author Julia Ibbotson lives with her second husband in the
heart of England in a renovated Victorian rectory, and, their four children
having grown up, she is now suffering from empty nest syndrome. She is obsessed
with the medieval world and concepts of time travel (and chocolate) (and cakes
…). She read English at Keele University
(after a turbulent but exciting gap year in Ghana) specialising in medieval
studies. She wrote her first novel at 10 years of age, but life (and later the
need to earn a living as a single mother) intruded and she became a school
teacher, and then, on gaining her PhD as a (very) mature student, a university
lecturer. Julia has written a memoir The Old Rectory: escape to a Country
Kitchen (with recipes) and a children’s book S.C.A.R.S (a fantasy medieval time
slip), before embarking on her Drumbeats trilogy (which begins in Ghana). Her latest novel, A Shape on the Air, is a
historical (medieval) time slip romance. Clearly, she is obsessed … Apart from insatiable reading, she loves
travelling the world, singing in choirs, swimming, yoga, baking, and walking in
the English countryside.
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Thank you so much for this lovely review today. It's made my day!
Julia x