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Lost Things and Steel Blues

A really great review of Lost Things! I'm so excited that Lost Things is doing well.

Currently the first sequel, Steel Blues, is with our publisher and we expect that it will be out early in the new year. So! Pick a character and I'll give you a little taste of what they're up to in Steel Blues!

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lferion
Aug. 24th, 2012 05:29 pm (UTC)
Jerry, please! (Entirely predictable, I know)
jo_graham
Aug. 24th, 2012 05:40 pm (UTC)
But of course! :)

This is in the second chapter.



Jerry Ballard levered himself out of Mrs. Holton's Model T. It was an awkward process, first getting the wooden leg to the ground, and then the cane, swinging his body around to get his hands on the door's frame to lift and balance. It was worse in the snow, and he made himself take his time even though he wanted to be out and gone, to walk off the anger filling him. He made sure he was steady, and turned carefully to lean back into the car.

"Thank you, again." He couldn't drive any more, of course, not with the missing leg, had had to cadge rides to school from his fellow teachers, and Catherine Holton lived only a little further up the road.

"Oh, my pleasure, Dr. Ballard." Her smile was as false as his, and he only hoped his worry didn't show as clearly as hers. She had two children, and her husband had already been out of work six months.

"Will you be all right?" he asked abruptly, and her eyes fell.

"We'll have to be, won't we?" She reached for the gearshift, and Jerry took a step back, closing the car door gently. She put the Ford into gear with equal care, and Jerry turned to make the long walk up the drive. At its end, the farmhouse waited -- Gil's house, Gil's and Alma's; Alma's and Lewis's now, and Mitch's. And his, too, except he didn't want it. Not like this, anyway: his dream had been summers in the Near East, a dozen different dig sites mapped out in imagination, and winters here in the mountains, coming back to friends and lovers only long enough to write his papers and ready himself to leave again. Gil had never wanted that much travel -- he was a pilot, not an archeologist; he needed a home base, a home field, and there had been a few months when it all seemed as though it would come together. But the war had ended that. He shook himself and fished in his pocket for his key, his breath steaming in the thickening dusk, fogging his glasses.
shezan
Aug. 24th, 2012 09:20 pm (UTC)
Wow, dream review or what?
jo_graham
Aug. 25th, 2012 11:39 am (UTC)
I know! Such a great review!
st_aurafina
Aug. 25th, 2012 02:52 am (UTC)
Mitch! (Also very predictable, me.)
jo_graham
Aug. 25th, 2012 11:43 am (UTC)
Very! :) Here you go!



“I’ll take her now,” Mitch said, and Lewis gladly handed over the controls. This was Mitch’s plane, and if anybody could make this work, it was him. Lewis looked at the fuel gauges again, the bars resting on the red warning mark, and shook his head.

Can you land her on two?”

Mitch shook his head. “I’m landing her on three.”

“Is there enough gas?”

“There’s going to have to be,” Mitch answered. “Get ready to start her up.”

As long as we don’t have to circle, Lewis thought, as long as the runway’s clear and Mitch can just bring her down…. He bent his attention to the controls, priming the center engine, setting spark and throttle.

“Now,” Mitch said, and Lewis flipped the ignition. The engine choked and died; he hit it again, and this time it caught, ragged at first but steadying.

“Got you,” Mitch said, softly, big hands easy on the controls, throttling down, lowering the flaps as the ground rushed closer. “There you go.” The starboard engine missed, but caught again, Mitch never wavering from his steady line. And then they were skimming the ground, speed cut to stalling, and Mitch lifted the nose to set them gently down again.

“Oh, you kid,” he said, and Lewis released a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.
st_aurafina
Aug. 25th, 2012 12:21 pm (UTC)
I love how he loves his plane. And what a great pilot he is.
jo_graham
Aug. 25th, 2012 01:19 pm (UTC)
He does love his plane! And he is a great pilot. :)
kickstand75
Aug. 26th, 2012 12:44 am (UTC)
Can I cheat just a wincey bit (my kid's phrase, not mine, meaning tiny, I think)and ask about the lovely and mysterious Russian countess? I think you've referenced her before so maybe it's not so much cheating?

Love the review, btw. I think I left one on either barnes and noble or amazon. I can't remember which now. lol.
mari4212
Sep. 3rd, 2012 03:24 am (UTC)
Late to the party (been stuck under a new day care baby all week), but Alma? I loved her character so much.
jo_graham
Sep. 6th, 2012 05:34 pm (UTC)
I just put it up for you! :)
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