Failt erriu, everyone! Here I am with the final stop in the blog tour for
Fear the Drowning Deep
by Sarah Glenn Marsh!
Fear the Drowning Deep is set in the small island nestled right in between England and Ireland, the Isle of Man. So today, I'm bringing you a special little taste of the Manx culture! Along with an exclusive excerpt of the story, I'll be sharing a recipe for Fruit Bonnag, a traditional Manx tea cake. The simple cake is a big part of the island's cuisine--they even have a World Bonnag Championship bake-off every year! So take a look below to learn more about the book, read an exclusive excerpt, enter to win a gorgeous tote designed by Evie Seo, and bake up some goodies with me! :D
by Sarah Glenn Marsh
♦publisher: Sky Pony Press
♦release date: October 4th, 2016
♦hardcover, 310 pages
♦intended audience: Young adult
♦stand-alone
♦stand-alone
Witch’s apprentice Bridey Corkill has hated the ocean ever since she watched her granddad dive in and drown with a smile on his face. So when a dead girl rolls in with the tide in the summer of 1913, sixteen-year-old Bridey suspects that whatever compelled her granddad to leap into the sea has made its return to the Isle of Man.
Soon, villagers are vanishing in the night, but no one shares Bridey’s suspicions about the sea. No one but the island’s witch, who isn’t as frightening as she first appears, and the handsome dark-haired lad Bridey rescues from a grim and watery fate. The cause of the deep gashes in Fynn’s stomach and his lost memories are, like the recent disappearances, a mystery well-guarded by the sea. In exchange for saving his life, Fynn teaches Bridey to master her fear of the water — stealing her heart in the process.
Now, Bridey must work with the Isle’s eccentric witch and the boy she isn’t sure she can trust — because if she can’t uncover the truth about the ancient evil in the water, everyone she loves will walk into the sea, never to return.
Soon, villagers are vanishing in the night, but no one shares Bridey’s suspicions about the sea. No one but the island’s witch, who isn’t as frightening as she first appears, and the handsome dark-haired lad Bridey rescues from a grim and watery fate. The cause of the deep gashes in Fynn’s stomach and his lost memories are, like the recent disappearances, a mystery well-guarded by the sea. In exchange for saving his life, Fynn teaches Bridey to master her fear of the water — stealing her heart in the process.
Now, Bridey must work with the Isle’s eccentric witch and the boy she isn’t sure she can trust — because if she can’t uncover the truth about the ancient evil in the water, everyone she loves will walk into the sea, never to return.
~Excerpt~
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The ocean flashed and sparkled under the sun in welcome, putting on a show for the girl on the island least likely to appreciate it. My bare feet met the mushy sand, making me cringe, and I picked my way around tide pools in search of the snigs.
If only Lugh and Cat could see me now.
As I walked along the shore, I fingered the horrible charm Morag had given me that morning.
“The mouth-bone of a Bollan wrasse,” she’d said gruffly, putting the pendant around my neck with oddly trembling hands. “Also known as a Bollan Cross. It’ll keep you from drowning.” The fishbone vaguely resembled a row of human teeth, but I’d seen wrasses’ impressive mouths enough times to know Morag wasn’t lying.
If only I had the faintest idea of where to look for snigs, I wouldn’t be on the beach long enough to need the bone’s protection.
When I was quite small, and unafraid of the water, Grandad had shown me a nest of snigs. The silvery eels were no bigger than his fingers, and no wider. But their nest had been out in water up to my knobby toddler knees, and there was no way I’d ever walk into the sea of my own free will now.
Inhaling the nausea-inducing scents of brine and stranded shellfish, I hitched up my skirt and knelt shakily beside a deep tide pool. Who knew what was waiting to bite or sting me in there? Still, my conscience demanded I put forth some effort.
I braced myself for the chill water, rolled up my sleeve, and plunged my hand into the pool. A gray-shelled creature about the size of a coin skittered out of reach.
Gasping, I withdrew my hand. What was I thinking, coming here? I was too scared to pick up a wriggling eel. I couldn’t even stick my hand in a tide pool for a few seconds.
Rising unsteadily to my feet, I spotted a long piece of drift- wood resting in the sand nearby and grasped it, thinking I might be able to spear a few snigs on its sharper end—even if I lost the contents of my stomach in the process.
Cold sand oozed between my toes as I paced, scanning the area for kittiwakes. The white and gray seabirds preferred to eat snigs, so seeing their feathers would give me hope.
Nothing stirred but the breeze tugging my hair. Even the sun appeared to be a distant spectator, refusing to warm the sea and sky.
I trained my eyes on the ground, searching for anything I could bring to Morag to appease her: a perfect scallop shell, a jumble of sea glass, a smooth lump of lightning-struck sand. I didn’t know what might put a smile on her wrinkled face, but gathering flotsam from the beach was worth the gamble for extra coin in my pocket.
A flash of emerald green caught my eye. I tossed my drift- wood spear aside and grabbed it, expecting to feel the water- rounded sides of sea glass.
“Mollaght er!” I growled as a razor-sharp edge sliced into my thumb. Someone, probably a thoughtless tourist, had smashed a bottle and left it where anyone might stumble on the broken shards.
I wiped my stinging thumb on my cloak. Warm, sticky droplets trickled down my hand, but I’d earned cuts this painful from a tangle of briars plenty of times before. Picking up my driftwood, I scaled a hill of sand that didn’t quite pass for a dune and stopped cold.
At the waterline lay a dark-haired young man, naked and horribly still. Despite the distance, there was no mistaking the crimson gashes on his stomach. Waves lapped at his feet as the tide moved in, and I pictured the dribble of water from the dead girl’s mouth when the fishermen had turned her over.
This boy could be another victim. Of who or what, I wasn’t yet certain.
Heart thumping wildly, I abandoned my pail and driftwood to dash across the sand.
“Please don’t be dead,” I choked out, sinking to my knees beside him. His fingernails were bloody and ragged, as though he’d fought hard against something. “Please, please, please don’t be dead.”
• ABOUT THE AUTHOR•
Sarah Glenn Marsh is the author of the YA fantasy Fear the Drowning Deep from Sky Pony Press, the forthcoming Reign of the Fallen fantasy duology from Razorbill (Penguin), as well as several forthcoming children's picture books. An avid fantasy reader from the day her dad handed her a copy of The Hobbit and promised it would change her life, she's been making up words and worlds ever since. She lives in Virginia with her husband and her tiny zoo of four rescued greyhounds, a bird, and many fish.
When she's not writing, she's often painting, or engaged in nerdy pursuits from video games to tabletop adventures. You can visit her online at www.sarahglennmarsh.com, and follow her on Twitter @SG_Marsh.
When she's not writing, she's often painting, or engaged in nerdy pursuits from video games to tabletop adventures. You can visit her online at www.sarahglennmarsh.com, and follow her on Twitter @SG_Marsh.
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Bake up some Fruit Bonnag! :)
This is a traditional tea cake served in the Isle of Man. I went a little rogue, working with several different recipes that I found for it, and adding just one or two of my own special additions. I hope you try this out and enjoy with a nice cup of tea or coffee!
To get started, grease a 8 or 9 inch round cake pan or line it with parchment. Preheat oven to 350○
Ingredients:
• 1 cup buttermilk, or milk/vinegar mixture (see below*)
•3 cups all purpose flour
•1/2 cup sugar
•1/2 cup light brown sugar
•1 teaspoon baking soda
•1-1/2 teaspoon of apple pie OR pumpkin pie spice
•1-1/2 teaspoon of apple pie OR pumpkin pie spice
•pinch of salt
•3 tablespoons butter
•1 cup dried berries (I used 1/2 cup cranberries, 1/2 apricots)
•1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
•Raw sugar to sprinkle on top
*If using milk/vinegar as a substitute for buttermilk: Put 2 teaspoons of white vinegar in a measuring cup, then fill to "1 cup" line with milk. Let this sit for 10 minutes.
•Mix together all dry ingredients. Cut the butter into small cubes and incorporate into the dry mixture. Stir in the berries.
•Add vanilla and the milk to the dry mixture until a dough forms. Do not overmix. Add flour as needed to make a dough that is sticky but not wet or runny.
•Transfer dough into prepared pan. Slightly smooth out surface. Brush top with a little milk and sprinkle with raw sugar. Bake for 45-50 minutes, it should be lightly browned on top and a toothpick stuck into the center should come out clean.
When cooled, slice, slather with butter, and grab a cup of tea! Yummy :P
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Enter to win an ARC of Fear the Drowning Deep and a beautiful book tote designed by Evie Seo!
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Be sure to check out the rest of the tour stops for more great reviews and posts all about
Fear the Drowning Deep!
Week 1:
8/1 - Bookish Lifestyle - Excerpt + Tote Design
8/2 - A Perfection Called Books - Review + Pinterest Board
8/3 - Booknerd Addict - Review
8/4 - Caught Read Handed - Review + Interview
8/5 - Dana Square - Review
Week 2:
8/8 - Alexa Loves Books- Bookish Style Files
8/9 - It Starts at Midnight- Review
8/10 - The YA Book Traveler - Interview
8/11 - Brittany's Book Rambles - Review + Playlist
8/12 - Stories & Sweeties - Bonnag Recipe + Excerpt
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