TLG Blogpalooza: Echoes and Encyclopedias

First: A BOOK TRAILER!

(Am I excited about it, you ask? Who, me? Excited? Heavens, no. Just... moderately pleased. Excitement is for sillies. Oh, who am I kidding... I am excited about the book trailer. Not because it's, like, the most spectacular thing or anything - it's not - but because I had a lot of fun making it and it's finally out in the world. It's my way of practicing for when the actual book is finally out in the world.)

SO HELLO, TRAILER!



As for the book: well, some of you have read it already. But some of you have probably only read the description or nothing at all. So I wouldn't blame you if you were a teeny bit confused sometimes. There are lots of words in THE LOST GIRL (lots. I'm sure the sheer volume of them has made every editor and/or copyeditor at HarperCollins Children's Books cry), words that mean one thing in normal everyday use and mean quite another in Eva's world. So I've consulted Sir Matthew, a Weaver, and he somewhat grudgingly allowed me to use extracts from his (I quote) 'definitive encyclopedia on echo behaviour'.

Echo (n.) Sentient being. Copy stitched exclusively to replace its original (better known as its 'other') in the event of the original's demise. Though these copies possess remarkably human characteristics, including (on occasion) a decidedly inconvenient impulse to be individual, it is important to remember that they. Are. Not. Human.
(edit: it is also worth noting that Adrian insisted upon that last bit.)

Weaver (n.) Creator of echoes at the Loom (London, England). Possessor of extraordinary knowledge and skill. The first Weaver was one Henry Borden, Adrian's great-something grandfather, a madman by all accounts (though brilliant. Funny how those traits often go hand in hand). Currently there are three Weavers: Adrian Borden, Elsa Connelly and yours truly, Sir Matthew Mercer. I am by far the handsomest, cleverest and most charming. Moreover, I know everything.
(edit: Elsa thinks I should focus on the task at hand and not wax lyrical about myself. I'll never understand why everyone feels compelled to stick their noses into my affairs.)

Hunters (n.) Lunatics. And minus the brilliance.

Eva (echo.) Irksome brat. 

I hope that clears a few things up.

Tease of the Day

When he pulls away, I catch a look in his eyes that tells me he will never forgive me.

-THE LOST GIRL

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Happy weekend, everyone!