Mari Strachan and her husband live on a tiny smallholding in the hills of Ceredigion, West Wales. Blow on a Dead Man’s Embers is her second novel, following the acclaimed The Earth Hums in B Flat.
“Whales, porpoises, mermaids and mermen, dead sailors, fishes, crabs, tiny shrimps; the sea is forever full of eyes that watch me. I never fly far beyond the shore. If my town were a map the bay would have Here Be Monsters written on it in golden ink”
“Davey’s face darkens and he grabs the figure from the tablecloth and throws it into the fire where it immediately begins to smoulder. ‘Cannon fodder,’ he says in a conversational tone. ‘Cannon fodder, little Osian’”