Author: D.L. Lewis
Series: N/A
Pages: 240
Date Published: 2014
Publisher: Createspace
Format: Kindle
Genre: Adventure
Kitten, an American tabby residing in England, is a frustrated cat. He knows his place in the world: he was born to kill. Killing, after all, is what felines are supposed to do. Confined within his Lady's house, however, the young fellow is deprived of the opportunity to hunt live prey. The mansion is a sterile playground for a predator; offering nothing more than furniture which allows itself to be brutalized far too easily. The ambitious cat is bored and hungry for a challenge.
Kitten learns of a passage hidden in his Lady's library: the Door, which leads to an unknown world. The cat has been told that the source of all evil dwells openly in this place. The feline is eager to fight the sinister personage and goes through the Door with no hesitation.
The tabby finds himself in what appears to be a forest like any other in England. It doesn’t take long for him to learn that this is a very different place.
~Try an Excerpt!~
The little silver tiger tabby had everything, it seemed. The
fortunate fellow had been blessed with a fabulous home in the country northeast
of London; this grand mansion provided by his Lady, with over a hundred
fascinating rooms to explore, and countless flights of stairs for dashing up
and racing down. Along with the palatial digs came the exquisite sustenance the
cooking staff lavished on the feline with loving care. Surely few cats were
lucky enough to dine on food fit for royalty; delicacies such as sweet fresh
salmon flown in via helicopter from a remote Scottish loch and poached into
pink perfection by the household’s Swiss chef. This entrée was customarily
followed by an antique plate of Sèvres porcelain bearing hunks of blue-veined
Stilton. As Kitten licked the creamy cheese from his French dish’s illustrated
surface, he could enjoy a painted scene depicting Hercules in the act of capturing Cerberus; the vicious
three-headed canine of Greek myth. Snatched from his guard post at the entrance
to the underworld, the hideous dog snarled and struggled in enameled vain under
the sandpaper friction of the tabby’s rosy tongue.
Such an existence was the most pleasant and thoroughly
civilized one a house cat could hope for; that much was certain. This
particular house cat, however, spent a great deal of time at the mansion’s
windows; his glowing amber eyes staring with relentless longing at the wildlife
that moved about through his Lady’s forested garden. Yes; the wildlife: the
Wild Life.
~Meet D.L. Lewis!~
D. L. Lewis
lives in northern California with a cello, four cats, and a crow named Harold.
Where Wolves Talk is her first published novel; followed by Something in the
House—California Gothic, Doppelgänger, and Fighting Back.
D.L. Lewis will be awarding a $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.
Thank you, Andra, for sharing my book!
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this excerpt. Thank you for the post and the giveaway!
ReplyDelete"...a crow named Harold...." Really? I think that's the first time I've heard of someone living with a crow. Is Harold a pet who lives inside, perhaps in a cage, or is he an outside bird who visits often and you've just named him because of that?
ReplyDeleteYour second theory is the correct one. Every morning when I go onto my front porch, Harold is waiting for me on the telephone line overhead. As soon as I set out the peanuts he's expecting, he starts calling to his friends to let them know the food has arrived. I know it's always the same crow because he has a long feather sticking out on the right side of his body.
DeleteI wish he was tame . . . many people have succeeded in making close friends with crows. However, that's not going to happen in my case. The crows in my neighborhood are extremely wary of humans; I think it's because of the almost nonstop loud noise here.
Wow. I have a really good friend named Harold (he turns 60 soon). Your description of a "long feather sticking out" reminded me of MY Harold, as he has a cowlick that ALWAYS sticks out!
DeleteThanks for the explanation, and best of luck to you in the literary world! (It can't be easy!)
So . . . both of our Harolds have cowlicks! Thanks for the laugh; I needed that.
DeleteYou're right: trying to achieve even a low level of success in the literary world is not easy.
I am in awe of your crow. I understand that they are a very smart bird. How did you acquire him?
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say I had acquired him, but he is wild: a daily visitor in my yard who awaits the peanuts I put out for him and his friends. Crows are incredibly smart! They can solve complicated problems like raising the level of water in a glass (using rocks) so they can drink from it. There's only one drawback to feeding the crows every day . . . they like to return the favor. One morning I went out into my yard and found that someone had deposited pieces of a dead animal on my patio. I was mystified until I learned that crows tend to provide food for humans who feed them on a regular basis.
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