Fun on Facebook

Some kind soul recently directed me to a Facebook page called 'Mortal Engines is a Work of Genius' , on which a group of highly intelligent, discerning and frankly gorgeous people discuss the finer points of the books. (No doubt there are other forums out there called things like 'Mortal Engines is a Load of Old Pants', but you'll have to find them for yourselves.)
The Facebook page also features this splendid painting by Christian Bravery, who sounds like a character from Pilgrim's Progress but is actually a very talented conceptual artist. I love the sense of light and space in his vision of a city ploughing its way across the Hunting Ground. It's eerily like the images I had in my mind when I wrote the opening chapters of Mortal Engines. He also did the pictures on the right of Hester and Anna Fang, who don't look quite as I'd imagined them (Anna's going to catch her death in that outfit! ). But never mind; it's good to see other people interpreting the characters in their own ways.

You can find more of Christian's work on his website,

Reeve's First Blog

Well, here I am with my very own Blog, something I never imagined I'd have. (Anyone who's read Fever Crumb will know that the deadliest insult you can throw at someone in her future London will be 'Blogger') But I've been trying to get to grips with this Internet lark lately and I've decided that I might as well try everything: a website, a Facebook page, and now this. Just wait, I'll be twittering before you know it.

On Wednesday last, to London, for a joint event with Geraldine McCaughrean, expertly chaired by Nicolette Jones. I'm not quite sure how Geraldine and myself became a double act, but every time I appear with her at some event or festival I get a strange feeling of dreams-come-true, as she's been my favourite author since long before my own books started to be published. They say that you should never meet your heroes, but in Geraldine's case I'm very glad I did, because it turns out that she's not only a genius but funny, kind and beautiful too. Place your orders with Father Christmas NOW for a copy of her latest, The Death-Defying Pepper Roux, in which she turns the light of her imagination on early 20th Century France and the profound and playful tale of an innocent abroad.

Home to Dartmoor on Thursday. The trees are bare now, and the rain is hammering at the windows. A good crisp frost would be nice, but all we seem to get between October and January is warm, wet wind. Still, this afternoon I'll be kneeling on the floor of Leusdon Memorial Hall with a bucket of poster paint, helping to prepare backdrops for the Moorland Merrymakers' panto. What could be more seasonal than that?