My editor at Penguin e-mailed yesterday with what I believe to be the final cover copy for Daughter of Hounds. It's pretty much as I rewrote it, with only a few changes here and there. I see no harm in posting it here. It's probably as accurate as any 150+-word synopsis of the novel will ever be (which is to say, not very). Hopefully, though, it is intriguing enough that it will entice a few people to buy the book:
They're known as the Children of the Cuckoo. Stolen from their cribs and raised by ghouls, the changelings serve the creatures who rule the world Below and despise the world Above. Any human contact is strictly forbidden and punishment is swift and severe for those who disobey.
Eight years ago, Emmie Silvey was born on Halloween while a full moon rose in the sky. Raised in Providence by her widower father, she's a strange, yellow-eyed girl, plagued with visions of impossible worlds and fabulous beings. Now her path is about to intersect with one of the changelings, a violent young woman named Soldier who's quickly slipping from the favor of her ghoul masters.
Emmie and Soldier's fates are inextricably linked, and together they must face the monsters and unearthly forces that have shaped their lives...and threaten their futures.
And, of course, I'll post the cover as soon as I have it (which probably won't be very much longer).
This afternoon we have to take Sophie to be boarded at the vet and then head west et south to Birmingham. Something I've put off as long as I can. Two days lost that I really can't spare, what with the Daughter of Hounds deadline bearing down on me. But I'm going, anyway. At least I'll get to see my mother for a bit. We'll be back in Atlanta late on Wednesday, I believe. It's sort of a frelling boomerang, this trip.
Last night I followed the progress of Cyclone Monica along the northern coast of Australia. What a monster she has been.
Okay. That's it for now. Time to find something that can qualify as breakfast...