The Books of Umber

As you may already know, there are subtle connections between The Books of Umber and my previous five novels: The Thief and the Beanstalk, The Brave Apprentice, The Eye of the Warlock, The Mirror’s Tale, and The Riddle of the Gnome. You don’t need to read those earlier books before The Books of Umber, but if you do read them before (or after), you'll have fun spotting familiar names, places and creatures. What I’ve written here are little moments that will illuminate some of those connections. And by the way, if you haven’t completed The Books of Umber trilogy, have no fear – no spoilers lurk in these passages.

Finally, if you’re interested in reading some of those older books, I’d suggest first asking your independent book store if they can order it for you. And if that doesn’t work, you can order them at amazon.com or another online bookseller – links here.

The first lost chapter follows. More to come. Comments always welcome at facebook.com/pwcatanese, twitter.com/pwcatanese, and by email at pwcatanese@aol.com.

UMBER INQUIRES ABOUT THE FABLED CLOUD ISLAND

Umber yawned, stretched and scratched his belly. He was just about to blow out the candle by his bed when he heard a scratching at the window. He opened the shutter a crack to peer out and saw, clinging to the wall, a familiar sight: A small, feminine head mounted on seven jointed legs.

“Arabell,” Umber said. “What a surprise. And you look so lovely tonight – is that a new ribbon in your hair?” The spidery creature cooed back at him. Her crooked smile revealed a row of tiny baby teeth and a pair of sharp fangs.

The Silkship floated a few feet above the Aerie’s terrace, moored by sticky spider threads. The other spider-folk, Gossilen and Quellin, scuttled up and down the lines, making them fast. Pilot had already disembarked and helped himself to an apple from the tree of many fruits. Umber gave him a wave, and Pilot nodded in return.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Umber said, after he’d thrown on a robe and hustled down the stairs to join Pilot on the terrace. “I might have a little adventure for you, if you are willing.”

Pilot nodded and waited for Umber to go on. He tended not to speak unless it was absolutely necessary.

Umber described his plan: a flight across the Rulian Sea, to search for a dangerous warlock who’d gone missing and might have relocated to a different island.

“I don’t know what other ventures you’ve been up to, but you haven’t seen anything else unusual along the way, have you?” Umber asked.

“Nothing that would interest you,” Pilot replied. Arabell climbed up his leg and back, and perched on his shoulder.

Umber’s jaw worked back and forth. He wondered if the next question was worth asking, and decided to plunge in. “What about that other thing? I know you don’t like to talk about it.”

Pilot’s eyebrows descended. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, sure you do. The Cloud Island. Any sign of it?”

“No. None.”

“So you’ve never seen it? Not a glimpse?”

“Never.”

“Pilot. We are old friends. You can be honest with me. If anybody has seen an island, floating in the sky, it is you, on the only airborne ship in existence. You must have seen it: an enormous storm cloud when viewed from below, but a vast floating land when viewed from above. You have to understand, one of my fondest wishes is to set foot on that place, and see if the legends are true. But you’re the only living soul that I know of who could take me there.”

Pilot had gnawed the apple to the core. He stood up and flung it over the balcony of the Aerie, and darkness consumed the rest. “If you insist on wasting my time with this, I might as well leave.”

Umber stared up at Pilot. He was certain the Cloud Island existed. But the people who could help him the most wouldn’t talk about it. Not that wealthy old recluse in Londria, Old Man Jack, who’d been there himself, if the stories could be believed. And not Pilot. The more Umber thought about it, the more he was sure that Pilot had some important, intimate connection to that fabled place. Questions danced on the tip of his tongue: You’ve been there, haven’t you? In fact, I think you came from there. And the secrets to your flying ship come from there as well. And those spidery things you use for your crew – is that where they come from? He was aching to ask all those questions, but could not, because he knew they might break the fragile bond between him and his mysterious and terribly useful friend.

If you’d like to know more about what’s going on here, read The Thief and the Beanstalk, available from Amazon.com and other online booksellers. Available as paperbacks and for the Nook and Kindle. Where to buy.