|Giles (11) ready for the WALL|
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On our breaks (me groaning and resting my feet) we will be rereading HOSTAGE LANDS, one of my favorite books to write. Set at the Wall in AD 211, Hostage Lands features the clash of world views, Roman imperialism and paganism, Celt paganism, and nascent Christianity-- and it features treachery, high-octane suspense, and the clash of arms between warring factions.
One unsolicited reader said: "We had trouble putting Hostage Lands down. We are familiar with the great authors. You are a great writer and communicator." Bill Busshaus
Giles and I will begin in the west on the Solway Firth where the Romans actually completed the wall, making our way 84 miles to Wallend near the mouth of the Tyne River on the North Sea where they had started busting stone and building it eight years before. We want to share this experience with as many readers as possible, so come along and join us on our Roman route march adventure!
Here's how it works:
1. Anyone who keeps up through various media is entered to win:
Hand of Vengeance (5 drawing winners)
2. Most active follower wins 3-book grand prize:
Stand Fast, Fathers & Sons, Vol. 1
Hold Fast, Fathers & Sons, Vol. 2
Grace Works (And Ways We Think It Doesn't) new release!
Share and tag at least five friends you think would enjoy following our progress (the more shares and tags the better, #hikehadrian for retweets on twitter), and join us in reading Hostage Lands (or rereading) while we hike Hadrian's Wall, starting June 19 (6-7 fast-paced chapters a day).
How to get started:
1. To enter the drawing, comment on this blog post. This will get your name added to the drawing (subscribe to my blog so you won't miss the latest email notifications on our progress). Tell us what you like about Hostage Lands (or other Bond books)
2. Tweet and/or share on Facebook to earn more entries. Tag Douglas Bond on Facebook shares and include @prpbooks and @bondbooks in your Tweets (and #hikehadrian). Each social media action will earn you one more drawing entry. So the more shares and tags the better (we especially like substantive thoughtful comments)!
Optional participation (but super valuable!): While on our Roman route march, we also invite you to join us in memorizing some of the key gems in Romans chapter 8, "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus!" I love this grand chapter, the Apostle Paul almost giddy with exhilaration at the splendors of the gospel of free grace. Giles and I will be joining in his delight, reveling in this glorious passage together. Comment on the blog and FB on your reflections on this grand text of Scripture (Romans 8--84 miles of ancient Roman wall).
We will do 5 DRAWINGS from readers and followers of our progress who tag the most friends and who make encouraging comments while we are on our Roman route march of Hadrian's Wall (my feet, knees, ankles will be needing the encouragement!).
|With tour group at the Wall, April, 2014|
"This book is amazing! When I finished Hostage Lands, I wished there was more of it to read. Great book, from cover to cover." (unsolicited Amazon reviewer)
Get started on reading HOSTAGE LANDS
"Of arms and the man I sing," intoned the teacher, red blotches of exhilaration glowing on her cheeks. She lifted her half-closed eyes to the blackened timbers of the classroom ceiling, and continued. "That is to say, ‘Arma virumque cano.’"
"Arms? Like, well, arms?" said a girl, her nose crinkled in bewilderment as she looked from her copy of Virgil to her own arms.
"Weapons, Sally, dear," said the teacher, Miss Klitsa, blinking rapidly, her bony knuckles turning white as she steadied herself with a grip on her lectern. "Swords, spears, catapults--you know, the tools of warfare. Now then, if I may recommence. ‘Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam fato…’"
"Hey, I’m getting it. I’m really getting it!" said Sally. "That’d be something about a fat Italian, right?"
Snorts of laughter erupted throughout the classroom.
Miss Klitsa blanched, as if someone had slapped her. Her eyes fluttering at the class over her half-rimmed glasses, she blew her nose and began again.
Neil Perkins watched every gesture of the recitation from his desk at the north corner of the classroom. He always sat in the back, in the north corner, because through the leaded panes of a window he had a pretty good view of a stretch of moorland and sky—and of the wall. All things he’d seen before, too many times, but for daydreaming there was simply no better seat in the classroom. Miss Klitsa’s recitation continued, "…multa quoque…"
Neil rolled his eyes with embarrassment as the teacher’s voice rose and fell, one hand clenched in anguish over her heart, the bony fingers of the other splayed with twitching fervor, changing gestures from hand to hand as she spoke. He frequently asked himself at times like these: Why did Haltwhistle Grammar School, crammed up against an old pile of rocks in the north of England, why did the students from this hole-in-the-wall place have to have a teacher like Miss Klitsa?
Miss Klitsa was not normal. What else was a boy of fifteen to conclude about a sixty-something-year-old spinsters with hair so red it made your eyes go blood-shot looking at it? Worse yet, the curly mass seemed to spew from her head like molten lava from a volcano. Come to think of it, she would have made a great physical science teacher, thought Neil, a living, fire-regurgitating specimen right in the classroom. Or maybe she should have taught ancient history. What could be better than a flesh and blood, walking, sneezing fossil for your ancient history teacher?
Which brings up the matter of her nose. Neil’s mother had tried to explain about chronic sinus difficulties and post-nasal drip, but never to the effect of producing in her son an ounce of sympathy for the poor woman’s condition. Finding a way to steal yet another of Miss Klitsa’s lacy pink handkerchiefs, which she habitually stuffed under her watchband between blowings, was a daily task that Neil assumed with disciplined regularity. Good days he succeeded. Bad days he failed. To date, his collection of pink hankies numbered thirty-four. Thirty-four good days out of forty-five days of school, he had to admit, was decidedly above average.
|Northumbrian panorama at Hadrian's Wall, April, 2014|
JOIN THE FUN! Follow and share (FB share and tag friends and Douglas Bond, and retweet @bondbooks and #hikehadrian) and encourage us along the way!
Donna Eggett, Christian Book Previews: "Douglas Bond knows how to portray people of all ages. He is a rising star in the historical fiction genre for both older and younger people. With a wide but understandable vocabulary, a talent for keeping the plot under control, a penchant for characterization, and a wonderful imagination, Bond presents a tale sure to engross any reader. As well as being a good read for the individual, Hostage Lands makes a fine read-aloud book."
To Start: Make a comment below on this book or any other by Douglas Bond. This enters you in the contest. Then follow, share, tag, and retweet! Be ready for June 19--HIKE HADRIAN begins!
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