We are so excited to reveal the cover for J.S. Breukelaar’s next novel THE BRIDGE coming April 2021. This book is a wonderfully weird dark fantasy with blood cults and witches and creatures galore. As usual, Breukelaar’s beautiful prose and exceptional storytelling abilities knocked our socks off and we asked Luke Spooner of Carrion House to do this stunning cover. It is perfect for the story, and we can’t wait to see this book hit the shelves next year!
Excerpt from THE BRIDGE
I was raised by three sisters, one a witch, one an assassin and the third just batshit crazy. By the time I left their place deep in the Starveling Hills I’d met the middle one, Tiff, only once in person, and I never told the others. She’d run off or something, and they didn’t talk about her much, and maybe it was for that reason that she was my favorite—her absence having as big an impact on my growing up as the others’ presence. By the time I’d escaped the Father and came to live in the Hills, carrying my own dead twin in my arms, Tiff was already gone, leaving behind nothing but bad blood and a trunk filled with old clothes from across the ages. Among them were a pair of Roman sandals that fell apart in my hands, some rusted crinolines and a moldy cat o’nine-tails, concert T-shirts and even a diary whose discolored parchment pages could have been the skin of one of her victims, for all I knew. The pages were scribbled in illegible symbols which gave me a funny feeling in my lady-bits, and convinced me, from day one, that ‘Aunty’ Tiff wanted me, and only me, to find her.
In time Narn, the eldest sister, sent me away. To what seemed like the ends of the earth, may as well have been. To college. I lay awake in the Tower Village dorm room, at Wellsburgh College in Upper Slant, too sick to go to class, wondering why I was here. The damp pillow case chaffed my cheek, the weary thwack of a campus security pod overhead tangled in the jerky drum of my heart. I tried to push thoughts of the Father’s birds away, couldn’t help wonder how far I had really come from all that—the three crazy sisters and my own dead twin, buried under a bloodwood tree high in the Starveling Hills? I tried not to. I tried not to ask myself if it would ever be far enough.
Meera and her twin sister Kai are Mades—part human and part not—bred in the Blood Temple cult, which only the teenage Meera will survive. Racked with grief and guilt, she lives in hiding with her mysterious rescuer, Narn—part witch and part not—who has lost a sister too, a connection that follows them to Meera’s enrollment years later in a college Redress Program. There she is recruited by Regulars for a starring role in a notorious reading series and is soon the darling of the lit set, finally whole, finally free of the idea that she should have died so Kai could have lived. Maybe Meera can be re-made after all, her life redressed. But the Regulars are not all they seem and there is a price to pay for belonging to something that you don’t understand. Time is closing in on all Meera holds dear—she stands afraid, not just for but of herself, on the bridge between worlds—fearful of what waits on the other side and of the cost of knowing what she truly is.More info →