Mark Lawrence: 2 books

The magic's in the dance and the dance goes on. Dad stopped drinking the day my sister was born. He called her his angel, and the booze didn't take him back until she died. He came drunk to the funeral, crying and roaring, loud enough for two parents, loud enough to make up for Mam's silence. At the end, the men had to hold him back, or he'd have thrown himself in the grave.

A slightly left of centre guide to the mechanics, --and plumbers--, of the fiction writers world. This ebook will disclose the background information that defines genre in the publishing industry. This is the stuff no-one will teach you, mainly because it doesn't matter. Here you will learn the finer...