Showing posts with label The Fifth Knight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Fifth Knight. Show all posts

05 May 2013

Guest Blog: E.M. Powell

This week, we're welcoming author E.M. Powell with her latest title, The Fifth Knight a #1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical and Action & Adventure.   The author will offer a free paperback copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:

To escape a lifetime of poverty, mercenary Sir Benedict Palmer agrees to one final, lucrative job: help King Henry II’s knights seize the traitor Archbishop Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. But what begins as a clandestine arrest ends in cold-blooded murder. And when Fitzurse, the knights’ ringleader, kidnaps Theodosia, a beautiful young nun who witnessed the crime, Palmer can sit silently by no longer. For not only is Theodosia’s virtue at stake, so too is the secret she unknowingly carries—a secret he knows Fitzurse will torture out of her. Now Palmer and Theodosia are on the run, strangers from different worlds forced to rely only on each other as they race to uncover the hidden motive behind Becket’s grisly murder—and the shocking truth that could destroy a kingdom.

**Q&A with E.M. Powell**

The Fifth Knight was originally published as a Kindle Serial. What’s a Kindle Serial and how does it differ from usual publication?
Kindle Serials were launched by Amazon in September 2012. A reader pays a one-off price and gets their chosen novel delivered automatically to their Kindle in two-week segments, called Episodes. There’s a discussion forum for each episode, where readers can chat to each other and to the author about how the story is unfolding. They can of course also post reviews. It was really exciting to do it in that way. The biggest challenge for me was keeping spoilers under control when responding to readers!

So you wrote the story as it was being serialised?
Not in my case. The Fifth Knight was already a completed novel. Some of the other Kindle Serials writers write an episode at a time. I’m afraid I’m far too much of a control freak to do that! Once the serial was finished, the novel was released in complete form.

What was it like for your debut novel to top not one, but two Amazon.com charts: Historical and Action & Adventure?
Truth be told, I was completely shocked. When I saw the Action & Adventure charts, with my book above Life of Pi and Dan Brown’s forthcoming Inferno, it was like a dream. A very nice one, but definitely not real. Same with the historical charts. My bedside reading’s on that list, so to top it was indescribable.

What do you think it is about The Fifth Knight that appeals to both audiences?
My agent, the wonderful and tireless Josh Getzler at HSG, describes it as car chases with chain mail. That probably sums up what readers can expect! But the phrases that crop up in 5* review after 5* review are ‘page turner’ and ‘couldn’t put it down.’ That means so much to me. People love the medieval setting but they also love the pace of the action.

There’s also a lot of love for the hero, Sir Benedict Palmer, in the reviews. Why do you think readers connect with him?
I think it’s because he’s not a typical hero. He’s not been born with a sliver spoon in his mouth, he’s had to work to get as far as he has. And he’s very conflicted when we meet him first. He’s not rushing in to rescue the young Sister Theodosia Bertrand- he just sees her as a means to earning a whole lot of money. But when his values as a man are tested by the knights’ leader, Sir Reginald Fitzurse, Palmer shows us what he’s really made of. What’s also really nice is the positive reviews about him have come from male reviewers as well as female reviewers. I think that shows I’ve made the right call with him as a character.

Are we going to hear any more from Benedict and Theodosia?
I’m working on the sequel, The Blood of The Fifth Knight, as we speak. King Henry II will be calling on Sir Benedict Palmer’s help once more.

Do you have anything you would like to say to your readers?
I’d love to be able to thank every single reader individually for buying the book and for people who took the time to post reviews. That includes the people who reviewed it and who didn’t like it! But unfortunately I can’t because there are far too many readers of my book. But just to say that readers are what make a writers’ career. To get a review or an e-mail from a reader who has spent a few hours lost in your book and who has loved being in the world you’ve created is the best feeling in the world. So for those that do see this: thank you! And thank you too, Lisa- it’s been so nice to guest here.


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Twitter: @empowellauthor

02 May 2013

Excerpt Thursday: The Fifth Knight by E.M. Powell

This week, we're welcoming author E.M. Powell with her latest title, The Fifth Knight,  a #1 Amazon Bestseller in Historical and Action & Adventure.   Join us on Sunday, when the author will offer a free paperback copy of the book to a lucky blog visitor. Here's the blurb:

To escape a lifetime of poverty, mercenary Sir Benedict Palmer agrees to one final, lucrative job: help King Henry II’s knights seize the traitor Archbishop Thomas Becket at Canterbury Cathedral. But what begins as a clandestine arrest ends in cold-blooded murder. And when Fitzurse, the knights’ ringleader, kidnaps Theodosia, a beautiful young nun who witnessed the crime, Palmer can sit silently by no longer. For not only is Theodosia’s virtue at stake, so too is the secret she unknowingly carries—a secret he knows Fitzurse will torture out of her. Now Palmer and Theodosia are on the run, strangers from different worlds forced to rely only on each other as they race to uncover the hidden motive behind Becket’s grisly murder—and the shocking truth that could destroy a kingdom.

**An Excerpt from The Fifth Knight**
Chapter 2, as the knights approach Canterbury
“How much longer till we get there?” Palmer asked le Bret, the driver of their small tarpaulin-covered cart.
Ahead, down a long, straight featureless highway, with winter-empty ploughed fields on either side, lay the town of Canterbury. The storms of two days ago had been replaced by clear skies and ice on the air, making easier progress along the mud-churned road. Plumes of grayish white smoke rose from hundreds of hearths and hung above the distant roofs, shrouding the cathedral’s huge towers.
Le Bret shrugged. “Hour. Two, maybe.”
“Good,” said Palmer. “My backside’s sick of this seat.” He shifted to stretch his deadened legs and nodded to where the other three knights led the way on horseback. “I’d rather ride any day. Keeps you moving. And warm.” He pulled his thick woolen neckerchief tighter to keep the afternoon’s deepening chill at bay.
Le Bret shrugged again. “Need the cart. Fitzurse says so.”
“What for?”
“Don’t know.”
Palmer shook his head to himself. Le Bret didn’t know much.
“You there!” De Tracy’s shout carried across the frozen fields. “Make haste and stand aside.”
Palmer leaned to one side to see past his mounted companions. Shortly ahead on the roadway on the left side were two men, ragged laborers mending a wide gap in the hedge by laying new pleachers. Piles of dead branches and shorn evergreens spilled partly on to the road. Both men looked up at the order and dropped their billhooks at once. They bent to scoop the trimmings back up onto the ditch, scrabbling low in their haste.
As the knights on horseback went past, the men snatched their coarse dark woolen caps off and bowed their heads.
Palmer’s rumbling cart drew level. One of the ragged men risked a glance up, then dropped his gaze abruptly again.
“Sorry sirs,” he muttered, eyes fixed low on the muddy wheels.
Neither Palmer nor le Bret acknowledged him.
“Stupid peasant,” said le Bret as they carried on.
Palmer glanced back around the canvas cover. The men had replaced their hats and were re-ordering their work, gesturing angrily to each other. He faced forward again. “He should have better manners. But they’ve a job to do with that hedge.”
Le Bret smirked. “You a clod-grubber, Palmer?"
“Better that than the son of a gargoyle and a whore. Go grab yourself, le Bret.” But Palmer was born a clod-grubber, with no land, no money. He’d hedged, ditched, picked stones from behind a plough, pitching them into a basket on his back until his five year old knees would near give way. Unblocked privies, carried hay on his shoulders. Always following behind his weak, meek father, trying to earn enough to feed them as well as his mother and his sisters. And never succeeding. Like the men on the side of the road, he’d lived in rags, feet numb and frost-bitten in split, useless tatters of boots. He too had snatched off his cap a thousand times to his betters.
Palmer took a last look back at the two men bent low at their back-breaking task. There would come a day when they couldn’t do it anymore, when illness or old age or a slipped billhook would rob them of their pitiful livelihood. He settled himself onto the hard seat again. He wouldn’t have to face that fate, not any more. Once he’d finished his work for Fitzurse, he’d never know poverty again.

Author Links:
Twitter: @empowellauthor