Hola guys, how are you all? I know it has been a long time since the last post. So here I am with yet another blog tour for a beautiful book “The Unmaking of Ellie Rook” by Sandra Ireland, organised by Love Book Group. Doesn’t the title sound interesting? The book is also interesting as the title.
Hola guys, how are you all? I know it has been a long time since the last post. So here I am with yet another blog tour for a beautiful book “The Unmaking of Ellie Rook” by Sandra Ireland, organised by Love Book Group. Doesn’t the title sound interesting? The book is also interesting as the title.
TITLE: THE UNMAKING OF ELLIE ROOK
AUTHOR: SANDRA IRELAND
PRICE: £8.99, paperback
ISBN 9781846974823 Published July 2019
BLURB
A single phone call from halfway across the world is all it takes to bring her home . . . ‘Ellie, something bad has happened.’
Desperate to escape her ‘kid from the scrapyard’ reputation, Ellie Rook has forged a new life for herself abroad, but tragedy strikes when her mother, Imelda, falls from a notorious waterfall. Here, according to local legend, the warrior queen Finella jumped to her death after killing a king. In the wake of her mother’s disappearance, Ellie is forced to confront some disturbing truths about the family she left behind and the woman she has become. Can a long-dead queen hold the key to Ellie’s survival? And how far will she go to right a wrong?
A single phone call from halfway across the world is all it takes to bring her home . . . ‘Ellie, something bad has happened.’
Desperate to escape her ‘kid from the scrapyard’ reputation, Ellie Rook has forged a new life for herself abroad, but tragedy strikes when her mother, Imelda, falls from a notorious waterfall. Here, according to local legend, the warrior queen Finella jumped to her death after killing a king. In the wake of her mother’s disappearance, Ellie is forced to confront some disturbing truths about the family she left behind and the woman she has become. Can a long-dead queen hold the key to Ellie’s survival? And how far will she go to right a wrong?
EXCERPT
I let myself in the back door. It’s like falling through a hole in time, with all the usual suspects sitting around the table: my father, River, Shelby Smith. The teatime smell of cucumber and tinned salmon makes my stomach cramp. Unable to face airline food, I’ve flown nearly 6000 miles fuelled by only water and crisps.
My father is buttering a slice of white bread, wiping his knife compulsively on the side of his plate as he always does. He stops, mid-wipe when he sees me and remains very still. The river gets up in slow motion, comes to engulf me in a bear hug that blocks out everything else. He’s taller than me now, with muscles of iron. He lets go eventually, leaving me smelling of some cheap teen cologne. There’s a new sharpness to his face, his eyes.
I shed my rucksack and sink into a chair. The river gets a mug from the dresser and pours tea. My father still hasn’t moved. He rubs his silver beard, but it’s Shelby, the adopted Rook, who reaches over to grasp my hand.
‘Tell me again.’ I’ve barely spoken to anyone in twenty-four hours and my voice comes out all croaky. ‘Tell me what happened.’
‘It was an accident,’ River says. He’s still standing there with the teapot, besides our mother’s empty chair, and he looks so like her – that hesitant stance, the way he hides behind a shock of dark hair. I rise and take the teapot from him.
‘Go on. It’s okay. Tell me everything. You were at the Den of Finella?’
I replace the teapot carefully on its iron trivet.
‘We’d gone for a walk, Mum and me. How many times have we done that? I was standing right next to her, at the top of the waterfall.’ I nod slowly, rub his bony shoulder as if to ease the words out of him. ‘I didn’t actually see what happened. I turned away for a second and she must have slipped somehow. I heard her cry out and then—’ His eyes are fixed on the floor tiles.
‘What? What did you see?’
He looks up, but his gaze flinches from mine. ‘I didn’t see anything after that. She was just – gone…’
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