Argh, I hear you cry! Not more vacuous nonsense from that Editorial Assistant at Jo Fletcher Books! But ooooh yes, I’m back, unfortunately for you, and I truly won’t blame you if all you see is white noise from here on in, really I won’t. But honestly, you might want to read on a bit, because I’m about to tell you about a book we’ve got coming out in July next year, and it’s something that I’ve very much enjoyed reading and therefore feel, you should all know about.
You may have read about our other fantastic authors that we’ve got out next year, what you may not have read is that we’ve recently acquired a title by Lisa Tuttle, called The Silver Bough. As Jo Fletcher puts it: ‘Despite rave reviews from the likes of Neil Gaiman and Publisher’s Weekly, Lisa Tuttle has not been published in the UK for many years. It’s time to correct that oversight’. So here we are, correcting said oversight, and I’m very glad we are, because I haven’t enjoyed a book quite so much in a while.
This book is set in Appleton, a small town on the coast of Scotland. No one knows where it came from. It doesn’t feature on the ancient maps in the little library and although the prevailing argument is that it was originally a floating island, forced onto the mainland by a cataclysmic event, a far more sinister explanation soon becomes apparent.
Appleton was once famous for its – you guessed it – apples, but this is no ordinary apple, it is aptly named ‘The Fairest’ and is said to be one of the most delicious apples ever grown. There was even an incredibly rare version, a golden apple, said to promise eternal happiness to the young couple who eat from it, secure in their love – or a curse, for those who take its gift for granted. But the secret of ‘The Fairest’ has been lost, the town is falling into decline, the old rituals have been forgotten . . . and the town is disappearing, bit by bit into the mists. A price must be paid you see, for a pact has been broken.
But when three women are drawn to the little town, each seeking something lost, their destinies will become entwined and hope is restored, hope in the single tree one of them grows in a walled orchard. A gnarled tree, far from perfect, that produces one, brilliant golden apple. The question is, will three strangers to the town be able to realise its significance in time? Because in the mist, something is stirring . . .
Have I whet your appetite? I hope so, and for the really curious out there, i.e. those that are wondering what on earth the title of this post has to do with this book, you might want to consider the legend of the Silver Bough. In celtic tradition, one tree branch covered with silver blossom was the price, before death, of entrance to Elysium . . .
by Nicola Budd