The Devil's Poetry by Louise Cole is a brilliantly suspenseful story about magic and mayhem!
Praise for The Devil's Poetry
"I LOVED IT!! A must-read!"
"Addictive, spooky and thrilling."
Faye, Big Book, Little Book
"Beautifully written and fast-paced"
Zoe Collins, nosaferplace.co.uk
"I didn't want it to end! I truly loved reading The Devil's Poetry."
"Action-packed with an original premise."
Amy McCaw, YAundermyskin.com
"Louise is a fantastic author. I am beyond excited to read more of her work in the future!"
Louise Bodle, louisebodlex.wordpress.com
"Hard to put down!"
Nat, the Tween Book Blog
A Message From Louise Cole
The Devil's Poetry is a page-blistering thriller. But it's also a homage to the importance of books. As one reviewer said, it's about how books can "transport us, support us and sometimes even save us". Books have saved me again and again, giving me a place to hide, to learn, to heal, to grow, to love, and to have wonderful adventures well beyond the scope of my physical reality. But it's also about how the most important element of a book is the reader. And that's you. xx
An Interview with Callie from The Devil's Poetry
What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Gosh. If you’d ask me that a few weeks ago I would probably have said in a library. A huge, empty, echoing library with galleries and rickety wooden ladders and lecterns laid out like altars to the books.
Now – my idea of perfect happiness would be more complicated because it would have more people in it. My Dad, for one. And my friends, all safe and delivered from the jaws of war – and worse fates.
And Jace. My beautiful sweet soldier.
We’d still be in a library though, because you can’t compromise the most important things in life even for love. Right?
What is your greatest fear?
That’s a rather personal question. What if someone asked you your greatest fear? Would it help you? Would it make it all magically go away to share it, pollute the air with it, spill it across the page like ink?
Do you really believe it would help?
Trust me, it doesn’t. There’s a reason we bury pain deep, like nuclear waste. It’s so that it can’t ruin our lives any more than it already has.
Which living person do you most admire?
That’s easy. My friend Amber. Don’t get me wrong, my dad has been amazing the way he’s coped with being left alone. And he’s really clever. And Jace is brave and selfless. Possibly the best person I know, in terms of virtue, you know, honour and duty.
But the person I admire most is still Amber. She… she lives. I don’t know how else to describe it. I live in my head. I live in books, I over think, I imagine, I analyse. Amber just lives with her whole being. It’s not that she isn’t clever – book smart I guess Americans would call it. She is, fiercely intelligence. But it’s a practical, concentrated joyous intelligence that just infuses everything she does.
She loves cult TV. Not just likes it but loves it passionately, drinks it in. She loves dancing. She’s as terrified as any of us at the war that’s coming – with more reason to be than many – but she doesn’t let it stop her. She dances harder, laughs more, loves more fiercely.
Like I said, she really lives.
On what occasion do you lie?
I never used to lie at all. Or swear. Honest. My dad took very little notice of me and I never really did anything wrong. I find school work easy so my teachers were always happy. I never really had any reason to lie to anyone. I suppose, if I’m honest – ha, see, that’s the good girl still coming out in me – I thought I didn’t lie because I was a moral person.
I no longer think that’s true.
I didn’t lie because I didn’t need to. The Order of Sumer turned up in my life, in my village, and somehow the need to lie, the need for secrecy, has grown up thick and fast like bindweed all around me. Sometimes at night now, I lay awake and feel like it’s choking me. Trouble is, I don’t know what clogs my throat more – the truth or the lies.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
[I’m trying not to lie. It’s not that I’m deliberately lying to you, I’m not. And you can’t tell him this. Please. Because I do love him, more than anyone. He is the love of my life. He’s the who.]
The what is the Book.
As soon as the Order of Sumer pressed the little illuminated manuscript into my hands, it began to bond with me. I couldn’t resist. Why would anyone want to resist? Its pages are soft as brushed cotton where they aren’t stiffened by the glistening paint of the illustrations. Parakeet blue, blood red, firework gold, they explode off the pages, insinuate themselves around the poetry, cocooning it and protecting it.
Just as I protect the book. It belongs to me. It lives in me and through me.
Who is Callie?
Callie is a normal North Yorkshire girl. Well, as normal as someone who spends most of her time reading can be. The whole world teeters on the edge of war and, when she turns 18, Callie will be drafted just like her friends. So when agents from the secretive Order of Sumer say she can bring peace just by reading from an ancient manuscript, she wants to believe them. After all, books have already saved her so often since her mother died and her Dad largely ignores her. But she’s smart enough to know that if something seems too good to be true, it probably is…