I decided to take a break from flash fiction this week and give you an extract from the new book instead.  Since the cover illustration clearly shows a storm brewing, I decided to jump in with a 600 word extract for you, to celebrate V for Victor in the NATO Alphabet.

Victor is asked to help Sundance discover who is behind some illegal activity involving cola export and import.  He follows the likely culprit, the ‘professor’, to his castle high on a rock above the river Rhine, and meets one of his old friends – or adversaries – Hugo, who he usually sees in a different timeline, thanks to the time tunnel [in Books 1 and 4].  Hugo asks Victor’s help in sorting out a little trouble he has with an illegal cola exporter! Things are just getting really complicated when the storm arrives.  Victor takes up the story…

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I wake up.  The air is still; it is hot and oppressive, and there is some crackling noise far off in the distance.  My hairs crackle as if ants are crawling through it.  I scratch a bit, then throw back the covers and look out of the window.  Clouds are scudding across the sky, which is weird.  Off in the west a glow catches my eye, but it fades so quickly I think I must have imagined it.  I gaze off into the distance and catch another glow, travelling through the clouds on the horizon.  I rarely have the chance to see this far into the distance, living as I do in a depression in the ground, but I think this may be a far-off thunderstorm.

I hear voices murmuring some way below me, in the place that I now think of as the professor’s study.  There are some noises like books being thrown, or at any rate wooden things falling on the floor.  I remind myself not to jump to hasty conclusions.  Then there is definite shouting, then a loud bang, and then the sound of someone running across the courtyard below me and down the steps towards the entrance of the castle.

“You need me far more than I need you, you know!” the professor yells across the courtyard.  I get the impression of patches of white on the departing figure’s coat.  Why doesn’t Hugo use camouflage when he’s moving around at night?  It really does look like him.

All falls still below me, so I suppose Hugo took off into the night.  I wonder where he’ll go, but then I see a very smart sailing ship leaving the little harbour at the foot of the rock and setting off downstream.  He had his escape all planned, then.  I wonder where that leaves me.

The thunder is getting closer.  The lightning is odd, since it seems to move sideways through the clouds.  I’ve only seen lightning that splits the sky and stabs the earth.  Very spectacular.  This seems to rumble round the clouds, visiting them all.  It rumbles and grumbles and the clouds tumble into new shapes.  Then they start welling up and the wind comes back.  Lightning is now flashing from the clouds down to the ground on the other side of the river.  It is getting much closer now.  Another flash – and another, then a whole connected dancing puppet of them, strung together, stabbing and crashing, with a sound like the whole of the sky splitting.

Now the castle is surrounded by the storm.  Lightning spears are crashing down on the turrets, the clouds are in turmoil, and the wind is grabbing at everything that isn’t anchored in solid rock.  I draw back from the window but hold on tight, afraid I will be sucked into the thick air outside.  Driving rain is going up, down, and sideways.  I am getting soaked, even indoors.  I try to close the shutters but become entangled by the wet drapes; they writhe like serpents and I’m afraid they’ll grab me and throw me out of the window.  I leave the shutters to bang against the wall and run to my bed.  The drapes fly out of the window with an unearthly shriek.  Another double or triple lightning bolt hits, the light glaring off the water.  The placid river I’ve admired is replaced by turbulent white waves that rear up and dive into whirlpools.  I imagine some water monster rising out of the depths and swarming up into the castle to swallow me whole, and I crawl under my bed to hide from it.

(c) Princelings Publications 2014

– and here is the real Victor with his book!

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19 thoughts on “V for Victor – an excerpt from Bravo Victor

  • 25 April, 2014 at 3:10 am

    I enjoyed this, Jemima, and I’m intrigued by the time tunnel. I think I need to explore that further! 🙂

    • 25 April, 2014 at 6:16 pm

      Thanks, Sheri! The time tunnel appears in the first book (that’s a bit of a spoiler really, but it’s fundamental to the series). You can get book 1 free by following this blog by email!

    • 25 April, 2014 at 6:17 pm

      I think he enjoyed posing, too 😀 He’s really on form at present.

  • 25 April, 2014 at 7:31 am

    Hi Jemima – thanks for visiting .. the combination of Victor and Hugo sounds interesting and I love the cover … then a time tunnel …

    Cheers Hilary

    • 25 April, 2014 at 6:19 pm

      Thanks, Hilary! I suppose I’d better rustle up a picture of the real Hugo now – with Victor, probably .

  • 25 April, 2014 at 10:26 am

    Looking forward to the book. Thank you for the extract. Intriguing as usual!

  • 25 April, 2014 at 1:05 pm

    The cover of the book is spectacular and I hope Victor is appreciating it! Thanks for sharing a bit of the book with us!

    • 25 April, 2014 at 6:20 pm

      Oh, I think he does. He expects me to appreciate him, as well – which I do, of course!

  • 25 April, 2014 at 3:08 pm

    Excellent, Jemima. I love the way Victor described the storm. I just jumped over to Goodreads to add it to my shelf. I’ll keep checking for when you list it.

    • 25 April, 2014 at 6:22 pm

      Thanks, Steve. I find that Goodreads won’t list it until Amazon have listed it. Hoping to get that up next week…

    • 25 April, 2014 at 10:50 pm

      Thanks Charlotte! I’ll be over to visit you tomorrow 🙂

  • 26 April, 2014 at 3:06 am

    So visual and can imagine being in that castle with the storm and that time tunnel….sounds so intriguing-Love your cutie pie with your book. It’s funny, in Graz there is a destroyed castle which you can walk up to and have a beer. It was destroyed in the 1700’s (I think) when a lightning storm came and it struck the castle and it blew up sue to the munitions there

    • 26 April, 2014 at 12:01 pm

      I keep meaning to visit Graz! One day…

  • 26 April, 2014 at 12:02 pm

    Victor’s visiting hours are ten till twelve mornings and six till nine evenings, or any other time if you bring freshly picked grass 🙂 I will be on the alert for pignappers!

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