"Holy cow! This is one of those books that amazes you."
(Amanda, Novel Addiction)
"...This book is the very reason that itís a good thing for readers that indie publishers exist..."
(Jamie Ratliff, Book Reviews Weekly)
In 17th century London, an elusive stranger named Doctor Azaz introduces a new science called picoepistemology to the world, thereby leading to the invention of aeroplanes, the capability for regenerative materials, and a new means for reproduction. Over 200 years later, the mysterious Doctor continues to work from his ivory tower and witnesses, firsthand, the plane crash that takes the lives of Air Chief Marshal Toby Racine and his pregnant wife. Captain Jack Racine, polar opposite to his brother Toby except in aerial talents, doesn't buy the police's explanation of Toby's crash and decides to take matters into his own hands---after he downs a gin and a few drops of laudanum, that is. Joined by his aerobatics team, The Sherwood Six, Jack sets out to discover the truth behind Toby's death. But in doing so, he discovers that Toby was on a secret mission from Doctor Azaz and that the good Doctor would like vice-ridden Jack to pick up where his brother left off. The Sky: The World takes readers on an adventure from London to Egypt , from 1848 to 1584 and back, and through the delicately complex world of Jack Racine, The Sherwood Six, and a god amongst men: Doctor Azaz.
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(please bear in mind that this was my first attempt at making a book trailer AND my first time using iMovie.)
"The Sky: The World was very enjoyable, and I am surprised that itís not been picked up by a bigger publishing house. The Sky: The World is currently published by Reliquary Press, an indie publishing house. For me, this book is the very reason that itís a good thing for readers that indie publishers exist, otherwise we might not get the chance to read great stories by great authors like The Sky: The World by Jessica McHugh."
Thanks for the review, Jamie! To read the rest of the review, head over to http://www.bookreviewsweekly.com/the-sky-the-world-by-jessica-mchugh
"Every so often, readers come accross a character they would want to study, want to delve a little deeper into his psyche - I think Jack Racine is the perfect example of this. I'm so glad I got the chance to read "The Sky: The World" by Jessica McHugh. This is definitely an author to watch for any fans of good fiction."
Thanks for the review, Amanda!! To read the rest, head over to Amanda's blog here: http://glowsnoveladdiction.blogspot.com/2010/11/review-of-sky-world-by-jessica-mchugh.html
The room was perfumed with the opium's alluring scent of soap and sex, and he breathed it in with a sigh as the administrator of The Dark Room sat down next to him with his eyebrows raised hopefully. It had been weeks since Jackís last visit, weeks since he'd been able to justify the luxury, but when he slipped the coins into the proprietor's hands, he slipped the layout into Jackís. The trayís accoutrements gleamed with freshly polished cloisonnť, and he could smell the coconut oil already in the chamber: the first step of intoxication. He sparked the wick and drew a steady flame as he lay down with his head upon his favorite pillow. With needle in hand, he pierced the pill, heated it over the lamp, and then gingerly but hungrily placed it in the ceramic bowl affixed to his ox-horn pipe. As he inhaled deeply, his eyes danced across the decorations on the pipe-bowl, the Buddhist symbol called the "endless knot", and he contemplated, as he usually did, how it applied to his life. He smoked the pill to bubbling tar and down to wasted ash, and gazing around his dream world, he beheld the opium girl: the one who came to love him in the dark and followed him home to punish him in the light of day. He didnít see her in a real light, of course; she was just some drug-induced ideal, but he made her real when he stumbled through The Still with arms open and eyes closed and dry tongue ravenously seeking a cool sip of love. His thirst was almost painful and when a dram of laudanum was passed into his hand, he downed it without a thought of recourse. The girl came again, more brilliant than ever before with scarlet locks cascading down her bare, milky shoulders and eyes illuminated with wanton expectation, and when he reached out to touch her, she danced into his embrace as if she knew it would happen all along. He felt as light as a feather as they floated out of The Still and onto the street, and under the gawking eyes of the lamplighters, he quenched his thirst again on the opium girl's nectar, and even though she was not doused with as much sugar as the laudanum, her tincture tasted far sweeter.