Hi all:
You will remember that I had Lucy Pireel as my guest a while back. OK, if you don’t remember, here is the post:
Since that post I’ve had a chance to get to know Lucy better, and we’ve talked not only about writing (believe it or not, writers talk about other things…sometimes), but of such varied subjects as yoga (because Lucy practices and teaches Yoga, and I’m seriously considering attending one of her courses maybe next year…), spirituality, work, spare time (what is that?), hobbies (Lucy has green fingers and loves growing things… I just eat green things)… By the way, if you want to keep up-to-date with new authors, don’t miss Lucy’s blog (see link below) where you can get to know the most talented writers through Lucy’s fabulous interviews (yes, I’ve visited her blog).
But of course, Lucy is a writer, that’s how I met her, and today she brings us her new book, a collection of short stories with a very suggestive and inviting name ‘A Menu Of Death’. And don’t forget to check the giveaway!
Badly.
You can’t always get what you want, but you might just get what you need.
leads her.
her other passion. Or she could be on a long hike somewhere in the
beautiful British nature.
coffee to live on while writing, but she doesn’t shy away from trying
to prepare intricate dishes, for cooking is another thing she enjoys.
They had walked for days without seeing any of the lush greens the others had said he’d be able to eat. Gwars hadn’t had any food before they left, because a part of the initiation had been a fast and now his beast clawed at his bindings. Flesh, red, fresh meat, bloody, alive, ready to grab and devour. He shook his head to rid these thoughts.
“When will we eat?” Gwars asked Twark.
“You’ll eat when we are back. Be strong, prove you are worthy to be in our coven. It’s not much further before we will be at our destination.”
Puzzled Gwars recognised the street they had started out from and looked around to see if he was right. At that moment the sound of a rift closing caught his attention and he turned.


