British Fantasy Award nominations

I’m incredibly pleased to be able to say that BLOOD AND FEATHERS has been shortlisted in two categories of this year’s British Fantasy Awards: for the Sydney J. Bounds Award for Best Newcomer, and for the Robert Holdstock Award for Best Fantasy Novel.

I’m stunned and delighted – and my thanks to everyone who included the book on their list of nominees (the BFA shortlists are nominated by members of the British Fantasy Society and the previous year’s FantasyCon) and to everyone at Solaris. It’s a weird feeling – but a wonderful one.

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Meet Alice…

Alice didn’t want to think about that, not at all. It was enough that she had two men standing in front of her talking about angels, and that one of them had a gun and a hipflask. She had so far, while they were talking, been devoting a great deal of energy to not thinking about what any of this had to do with her…

Meet Mallory…

“Ouch,” he said. “That hurt.”

He pulled his hand away and looked down at it crossly, wiping it on his jeans. “I don’t like getting shot. Frankly, it pisses me off.” His wings stretched further out from his back as he leaned over Mickey, clamping his hands down over the arms of the chair and pinning him in place. “And you probably don’t want to piss me off…”

Meet Vin…

“Mallory,” said Vin, sitting on the sofa and putting his feet up on the table, “You know perfectly well that I have never claimed to be a gentleman…”

Meet Gwyn…

Gwyn smiled. “For you? I’ll do my very best.”

A rush of wind blew dust into Alice’s eyes, and she blinked, rubbing her hands across her face. When she looked up again, Gwyn was striding towards Batarel… but he looked different. His suit had disappeared, and in its place was armour: a breastplate strapped over shining mail, and his wings out wide, sparks coursing across the feathers. It only took him a few steps to reach Batarel, whom he knocked off his feet with a single blow to his chin.”

Meet Xaphan…

“I really did expect more from you. We all did. He certainly did. And after all that time we spent together, after everything we talked about, I was absolutely convinced that we understood one another… and then you go and do something like this.”

Meet Brieus…

“We’re talking about the Fallen. Of course they’re stupid.” Brieus peered into the eye-socket of a skull. “This guy must’ve been a looker; just get a load of those cheekbones.”

“That’s a woman’s skull, Brieus.”

“Even better. Hellooo.”

Meet Rimmon…

Rimmon’s face clouded and he drew back slightly, straightening his back and pulling away from the bar. When he spoke again, his voice was chilly. “You won’t win. You can’t.”

Meet Charon…

“Look what the angels have done to you, child. Turned you into their toy…”

Meet A’albiel…

A’albiel was at the edge, looking down. “We will not abandon you…”