|Airhaven © Jaekyung Jaguar Lee|
It's Mortal Engines Week over on author Philip Reeve's blog as he reflects on his fan-favourite creation: The World Of Mortal Engines.
Today he posted a rough draft of the possible opening chapter of the (as yet unpublished) fourth Fever Crumb novel, which addresses the question "whatever happened to Arlo Thursday?"
Of the book itself, Philip says: "I'd still love to write a fourth Fever Crumb book some day - I always intended that her adventures would form a quartet to balance the Mortal Engines books."
Mortal Engines Week has also included a lot of concept art by designer Jaguar Lee (see his interpretation of Airhaven above) that can be found here and here. The latter link leads to a page where Philip has reproduced a number of comic book pages by Jaguar Lee from a comic he is working on that draws upon the Mortal Engines' backstory of The Sixty Minute War.
Philip has also reposted his festive Mortal Engines short story In The Bleak Midwinter (featuring a young Hester Shaw and the Stalker robot Shrike) for anyone who missed it a couple of years ago.
Here's hoping that this resurgence of interest in my favourite series of novels inspires Philip to find time in his busy schedule (writing more hilarious Goblins books and working on his collaborative projects with illustrator Sarah McIntyre) to turn his notes for Fever Crumb 4 into a finished novel.
It also makes me wish I was kinda creative so I could produce a piece of fan work to celebrate the incredible world that Philip has given us through his Mortal Engines quartet and the Fever Crumb prequels.
But the best I can do is repeatedly tell you all that you should be reading these books, if you haven't already. Seriously. Stop reading HeroPress and go and pick up a copy of Mortal Engines this very minute.
"It was a dark, blustery afternoon in spring, and the city of London was chasing a small mining town across the dried-out bed of the old North Sea."
- the opening of Mortal Engines, that 'hooked' me when I picked it up and read it in W.H. Smiths all those years ago, little realising what an impact it would have on my life.