Letting people know my novel, “Bone and Blood” is about to be published feels like throwing a boomerang in a public place. When I tell people or invite them to the launch, the words curve in the air and vibrate energy into empty space before coming back with new and different energy. I have to teach myself not to duck, but watch where it lands so that I can pick it up and send it off again.
‘Why is it called Bone and Blood? a friend asks, ‘Blood and Bone sounds better.’ And no it is not a crimi or thriller. The title comes from the last phrase of a Medieval English Lyric that has stayed with me since teenage years. The last two lines are evocative of grief and loss.
“Much sorrow I walk with
For best of bone and blood”