Lluck By Tim Rayborn [Book Spotlight]

Lluck - Tim RaybornTim Rayborn has a new queer urban fantasy out, sequel to Qwyrk: Lluck. And there’s a giveaway!

All Qwyrk wanted was a few winter days of rest of and relaxation in the small town of Knettles in Yorkshire, but of course, it all goes wrong immediately. She wants to spend time and with her young human friend, Jilly, but Jilly and her not-so-imaginary friend blip have just met a remarkable boy named Lluck, who seems to be able to bend events to his favor.

Lluck is on the run from some awful and obnoxious goblins. On top of that, Qwyrk meets a mysterious and beguiling woman, who’s also looking for the boy. And in the dark, something wants Lluck for itself, but why?

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Lluck Meme“I’ll be dead in a few seconds… or worse.”

Still, he kept running, plowing through snowy lanes, stumbling more than once on wet cobblestones blanketed in a thin sheet of slippery ice and powder. His breathing was furious, his heart pounded, and he knew he was running out of time. He sprinted back out to a main street and worked his way through thronging crowds of holiday shoppers, trying to hide in their numbers.

“Blend in, shake them off!” But he knew his pursuers weren’t interested in these people; they were only after him. He ducked into another alleyway, sped for the exit on the other side, and almost crashed into a padlocked gate.

“No!” He slammed the bars with his fists.

They were near; he could smell them, like bad fast food and garbage, with a hint of cheap cologne. But he tried pulling on the lock, and sure enough, it came loose. He laughed and opened the gate. Dashing through, he shut it behind him and relocked it.

“Have fun with that, you knobs!”

He turned around and there they were: grotesque, lumpy goblin creatures with mottled grey skin, bulbous noses, and large, pointy ears. They were mostly bald, except for some wiry black curls under said ears. Their snarling grins revealed bared, off-white crooked teeth. Beady yellow eyes completed the

horrific ensemble.

“Well, well, what ‘ave we got ‘ere?” the larger one grumbled.

“Looks like a lost waif in need of some assistance to get to where he’s goin’,” the other replied.

“I’m not going with you, you tossers!” he shouted, defiant. He raised his fists in front of him. They just laughed.

“You gonna take us on in a fist fight, little boy?” the big one mocked. “That oughta be entertaining. Maybe I’ll even let you get in a blow or two in before I mash your pretty face into the pavement!”

“Oh, I won’t fight you, you miserable troll! I’m just getting ready.”

“Ready for what, lambkin?” the smaller one sneered.

“For this!” He threw his open hands forward in one jerking motion, and at once, both fell on their behinds, slid on the ice, and smacked their heads on the stones. They groaned, but didn’t get back up. He stepped over them (well, on them really, just to make a point; he might have even dug his boot heels in a bit) and made his way back to the crowds.

Once on the main street, he looked around and saw the town hall in the distance, with its multitudes packed in to celebrate the holiday festivities.

“All those people milling about; you can lose them there. Then get the hell out of here and head south.”

He paused, took a deep breath, and ran again.

* * *

“I do love a good festive celebration!” Blip announced. Resembling a bipedal frog sporting a handlebar moustache and a proper Victorian-style mutton chop beard, he strolled along the pavement in his Regency riding boots, while swinging an ornate walking stick, every so often accidentally hitting a passerby and eliciting an astonished yelp. A red, woolen scarf wrapped snugly around his short, froggy neck completed the ensemble.

“I love it too! It’s so much grander than the one in Knettles,” Jilly Pleeth said in a hushed voice. She looked down at him, quite grateful that a magical two-foot creature who liked to expound on nineteenth-century philosophy couldn’t be seen or heard by anyone over the age of thirteen, give or take a bit. Of course, there were plenty of children about, a few of whom gasped and stared; but most ignored him, being far more fascinated by the lights of the Leeds Christmas market, the aromas of cinnamon, nutmeg, and chocolate, the sounds of carols and stall hawkers, and the general merriment of the season. It was all rather like one of those displays in a department store window, but larger, louder, and less garish.

“We’ll have to keep an eye on the time, though,” she continued. “I need to meet mum and dad back at the train station in about an hour. They’ll be done with their stupid real estate meeting and keen to get back home before it gets too dark.”

“Come, come, my dear, no need to be so reserved, at least not in this instance! It’s the holidays, and the day of your birth is also upon us—twelve years!—so just this once, it is entirely satisfactory that we kick up our proverbial heels and live a bit. The holiday market is splendidly arrayed in front of us, a fine old tradition that I am glad to see being kept alive. So, throw caution to the wind, and embrace the revelry!”

“Oh, it’s not that,” she whispered. “It’s just, since most people can’t see you, I look like I’m talking to myself, like I’m a bit mad.”

“Hm, well yes, I do suppose that could cause some to think that you are a suitable candidate for admission to Bedlam, but again, this is the time for inversions of the social order in a controlled way, don’t you know? The Feast of Fools! The Boy Bishop! Saturnalian silliness! So I say, let them think that you are singularly odd and be done with it! And other children can see me, so what does it matter?”

“Yeah, but they probably just think you’re one of Father Christmas’s elves, anyway,” she said with an impish grin.

“Do not mention that reprobate in my company!” Blip admonished. “You know very well that the Father Christmas affair is a bone of contention with me!”

“Are you ever going to tell me

what happened between you two?” she asked.

“A gentleman does not duel and tell, I’m afraid.”

“You fought a duel with Father Christmas?”

Author Interview

 What were your goals and intentions in this book, and how well do you feel you achieved them?

As the second book in a bigger story (four books), it was important to move things along and introduce several new key characters and players, which I’m happy to have done. These characters are not one-offs, but most will be back for the remainder of the series. It’s always fun to expand on what you’ve already created and flesh out the world a bit more. I think readers will find some major revelations in this book. Jilly finds out some surprising things about herself, and Qwyrk starts to question if the way she’s been living her long life is really what she wants.

What inspired you to write this particular story? What were the challenges in bringing it to life?

Each book takes place in a different season, at the solstices and other ancient markers of time. Book one unfolded around the summer solstice, while this time, the tale plays out during the winter solstice. The contrast between warm weather in book one and snowy weather in this story was something I really enjoyed featuring. The biggest challenge was, of course, not to simply repeat the first book and tell the same story again. Introducing new characters and throwing curve balls to existing characters helped keep that from happening, I think!

What character gave you fits and fought against you?

The title character, Lluck, was a little bit of a challenge for me. Maybe it’s just because I haven’t been a thirteen-year-old boy for a very long time! On the other hand, I’ve never been a 2,000-year-old Shadow, either, so that’s not much of an excuse! But as I sat with him and read and re-read his scenes, he started to open up a bit, and I feel like we’re friends now.

What secondary character would you like to explore more? Tell me about him or her.

It has to be Bogtrotter and his Nighttime Nasty entourage! I can’t really explain too much more about why he probably deserves his own book (or at least a novella), but as you read his scenes, I think you’ll understand.

What was the weirdest thing you had to Google for your story?

Well, I needed to make up some funny rhymes for a very specific song that Qwyrk has to sing in this book, so it took some searching to put it all together. Again, I don’t want to give anything  away, but suffice to say, it is completely mortifying for her in the best and funniest way! Rhyming dictionaries are a writer’s friend!

What’s your core motivation in this book?

Basically, I wanted to continue the story, because there was so much more to explore. When I wrote Qwyrk, I always thought it would be fun to expand the world and introduce new, weird, and wonderful characters. There were way more people and locations waiting to be explored. At the same time, new crises had to befall the existing characters in order for them to grow and become new (and hopefully better) people. They face more challenges, but this time around, the stakes are a bit higher, and they will be changed for the rest of the series.

Book characters: Are you happy with where your writer left you at the end of this book?

Qwyrk: Are you kidding? It’s the best bloody day ever!

Jilly: Weeeeeeeee!

Blip: Stop this nonsense at once! Do you hear? At once!

What are you working on now, and when can we expect it?

Various work-for-hire books, as always, and of course the third book in the Qwyrk series. It’s done but needs some work, so it will be a while before it’s ready. It takes a different tone and starts to set up the grand finale that will be in book four. I’m not saying anything else at the moment!

Author Bio

Tim RaybornTim Rayborn is a writer and internationally acclaimed musician. He plays dozens of unusual instruments that many people of have never heard of and often can’t pronounce, including medieval instrument reconstructions and folk instruments from Northern Europe, the Balkans, and the Middle East. He has appeared on over forty recordings, and his wanderings and tours have taken him across the US, all over Europe, to Canada and Australia, and to such romantic locations as Marrakech, Istanbul, Renaissance chateaux, medieval churches, and high school gymnasiums.

On the writing side of things, Tim lived in England for nearly seven years and has a PhD from the University of Leeds. He has written books and magazine articles about music, the arts, history, and business. He currently lives amid many books, antique music reproduction devices (that is, CDs), and instruments, and with a demanding cat. He’s also rather enthusiastic about good wines, single-malt Scotch, and cooking excellent food.

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