THE BONELESS MERCIES adds new twists to the classic BEOWULF tale!
April Genevieve Turcholke‘s Wink Poppy Midnight turned heads in 2016, but next year, her writing will hit epic new proportions with The Boneless Mercies, a genderbent retelling of Beowulf in which “four mercenary girls chase glory and honor by battling a monster that’s been terrorizing a nearby earldom.”
Lady warriors taking on mythical monsters? Count us in!
The book has a gorgeous new cover that was recently revealed by Bustle, along with an excerpt that introduces readers to the gritty world of the tale. Take a look below!
They say dying makes you thirsty, so we always gave our marks one last drink.
I reached for the flask of black currant Vite I carried in my pocket and put it to her mouth. “Here,” I said. “Drink this, lamb.”
She took a long sip. I pulled the flask away and wiped a drop from her lips. They felt plump and warm under my fingers, like a red plum in August just picked from the tree. I called all our marks lamb. Even the big ones, with thick beards and hands the size of boulders. Even the mean ones, with cold, shriveled hearts and dried blood under their fingernails. This lamb was neither.
She was covered in black silk, head to toe. The silk clung to her curves and moved lightly through the air as if woven from soft summer breezes. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to wear it. Our thick Vorse wool and furs and leather kept us warm, but they were utilitarian and plain next to her delicate dress.
“You’re from Iber.” Runa stared at the woman’s clothing as well.
The woman nodded. “I grew up with soft white sand, instead of snow. The sun shone bright and brazen, and women had fire in their blood.”
She’d hired us herself. She wanted to die. Her husband, children, all dead from sickness. How she ended up in a dark, sod-roofed house on the other side of the Black Spruce Forest, I didn’t know.
The woman in silk was tall, taller than me, taller even than Runa. She had deep brown eyes and pointed ears like the Elvers in Vorse fairy tales. She took another sip of Vite when I offered it, and then slipped a gold coin into my hand.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Frey,” I said. I didn’t ask hers in return.
The Boneless Mercies hits bookshelves on October 2, 2018, but you can preorder via Amazon now!