Cover Artist: Anne Cain
Dog Days was my first novel with Dreamspinner Press. It’s a book I started shortly before I left Newcastle, which was where I was living at the time. And is where — more or less — Dog Days is set. It’s actually in Durham, which is about an hour down the road and where I worked there.
So I guess that Dog Days could be seen as my goodbye to the city. The encroaching winter that froze the city symbolic of how my memories of the place were now frozen in time, static and preserved.
It’s very deep. Of course, my actual motivation was that I was DESPERATELY hoping for a white Christmas while I lived there and didn’t get one. The year before I arrived? Snow. While I was there, rain. I can get rain at home in Northern Ireland.
So, I modded in snow to my version of the world. Like in Sims. It’s less deep, but is the truth.
I really do miss Durham though. I mean, it was full of students and tourists, the only city I’ve ever lived that’s uphill both ways no matter where you go, and I still regret not buying those emoji DMs…but I loved it. The Castle was beautiful, the market was fun, and in the indoor market there was an AMAZING second-hand book shop where I got some sweet, gently used books on the history of warfare.
So it was a shame that I didn’t get to revisit it in the recently completed sequel to Dog Days, Stone the Crows. It would have been fun. However, Stone the Crows is set primarily in Scotland so that’s where I ended up having my research trip.
For your information, Scotland is awesome. I loved it. Ferry travel is not quite so enjoyable, and the ‘on board wifi’ is not that great.
So anyhow, I really enjoyed revisiting the world of Dog Days and maybe you guys would enjoy visiting it for the first time! If not, do visit Durham sometime. Beautiful city and Raj Pooth’s is the best Indian cuisine I’ve ever had.
The world ends not with a bang, but with a downpour. Tornadoes spin through the heart of London, New York cooks in a heat wave that melts tarmac, and Russia freezes under an ever-thickening layer of permafrost. People rally at first—organizing aid drops and evacuating populations—but the weather is only getting worse.
In Durham, mild-mannered academic Danny Fennick has battened down to sit out the storm. He grew up in the Scottish Highlands, so he’s seen harsh winters before. Besides, he has an advantage. He’s a werewolf. Or, to be precise, a weredog. Less impressive, but still useful.
Except the other werewolves don’t believe this is any ordinary winter, and they’re coming down over the Wall to mark their new territory. Including Danny’s ex, Jack—the Crown Prince Pup of the Numitor’s pack—and the prince’s brother, who wants to kill him.
A wolf winter isn’t white. It’s red as blood.
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About TA Moore
TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing). She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.
She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.