Marie Marshall

Author. Poet. Editor.

Tag: book

Aspiring cover artist wanted!

2Are you an aspiring artist? Would you like to take a punt at designing a cover illustration for my latest YA/teen vampire novel, KWIREBOY vs VAMPIRE, sequel to From My Cold, Undead Hand? I have little to offer you at this point except recognition, but in that respect I would be helping you and you would be helping me.

Your illustration does not have to be fancy. In fact if you could take a cue from Millie Ho’s excellent black-and-white cover for the first book in the series (look right) you’ll see the kind of aesthetic we’re looking for.

If you would like to offer your services, please get in touch with the publisher direct.

Thank you,


Free copies of my novels

books1I am offering a few free copies of my three published (so far!) novels. The copies will be made available, in pdf or ePub form, to anyone who would like to read any or all of them, and who is prepared to write and publish a review. The review may be posted on Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or anywhere else where the book is available on-line and where readers can offer reviews. Alternatively, if you have a lively blog with a decent number of followers/readers, I’ve no objection to your posting it there. Just let me know where and when. The novels are:

Lupa. This was my first novel. Someone suggested I should write a novel about a female gladiator. I sat down to do just that, and out came two parallel stories about young women in Imperial and 20c Rome. It has attracted a fair amount of interest since it was. One of my beta-readers said “I don’t do ‘Roman’, but I couldn’t put it down!” Find out more about it here.

The Everywhen Angels. This was my first novel for younger readers, and it was written in response to a challenge to set a fantasy story in a school or stop passing remarks about a certain fellow Scottish author. So I came up with this. There’s no D*mbled*re as a presiding deus ex machina, no Sn*pe or V*ldem*rt to hiss at, just a bunch of teenagers trying to make sense of the weird powers they have been given. This is the teenagers’ world, and adult interference is largely irrelevant to them. Read more about it here.

From My Cold, Undead Hand. Just when I thought I had time to work on a projected novel I had notes for, my publisher upped and asked me if I could write a teen-vampire novel. So I did just that. Someone told me it was ‘INSANELY good’ – think Buffy meets the Coen Brothers – but what will you make of it? Find out more about it here.

To get your fee copy, send an email to the email address below. Put Review: [title of your chosen book] as the subject of your email, and mention in the body of the email whether you would prefer a pdf or ePub version.


Thanks, and enjoy!


Poetry about morning, afternoon, evening, and just before midnight…

1There’s an excellent poetry enterprise, over in the USA, called PoCo Publications. It’s the child of poets Mary Boren and Toni Christman, and one of the projects it supports is the Poets Collective, having now published two anthologies of work by contributing poets. Mary and Toni were gracious enough to invite me to contribute to their most recent anthology – Collect the Day – in which we deal, metaphorically and literally, with the subjects at the head of this item, four times of day. Thirty-one poets have their work featured in the book, and I have eight poems in there, including four extracts from my A dem●n’s diary series, all unpublished elsewhere, all therefore entirely new to you!

The collection is available via Amazon UK of course, and Amazon USA, but you might like to consider buying direct from the publisher.

So, what has my demn been up to, in the pages of Collect the Day? Well, morning finds him musing on the craft and artistry of demn-kind needed to produce petty annoyances. Afternoon finds one maverick demn from amongst the army of Pandemnium settling down for a picnic. Evening comes, and his is in his favourite Italian restaurant. Just before midnight and he’s eating again – fish and chips from paper – as he watches young women stagger home on their high heels. I think you want to know more. I think you want to read the book. I think you’ll enjoy it.