Echoes of the Storm You may recall that my first ever published story was “A Glimmer of Hope” in the Star Wars Adventure Journal. I always planned to write a sci fi novel, but I fell in love with 12th century British history (and with the two knights Sir Henry & Sir Stephan). Some of…
Eleanor of Aquitaine b. 1124, d. 1 Apr 1204 Queen of France, married to Louis VII from 1137-1152. (Marriage annulled, though she & Louis had 2 daughters.) Queen of England, married to Henry II, 1152-1189. She and Henry had 8 children, including Richard (the Lionheart) and John (of Magna Carta fame). Eleanor makes appearances in all…
Apparently back in September I promised monthly updates on Battle Scars III: Swords of the King. Whoops! Is it really the middle of April? Looking back, I see I told you about awards & accolades for For King and Country. I wrote about research for Book III based on my visits to Lincoln and Nottingham, my…
Have a line or two… But first – voting is still open for the Summer Indie Award. Go vote, preferably for one or both of my books. Historical: http://goo.gl/zK9veq Then come back here to see what is in store for Battle Scars, Book III! Okay, now that you’re back… I want to get into the habit…
Book II? Well, I can’t buy that because I haven’t read Book I. Of course, I would love you to read both Battle Scars books, though I think – as does at least 1 reviewer – that For King and Country will work as a stand-alone. But let me entice you with a scene from Book…
King Richard I of England had mustered his troops in March 1190 in Tours (now part of France) and set out for the Holy Land to answer the Pope’s call for the Third Crusade. After wintering in Messina, Sicily, his fleet – some 200 vessels strong – sailed east. Storms made the journey harrowing and…
Henry tried to shut out Marian and Robin’s voices as he and Stephan left. The wooden stairs creaked beneath their feet. At the landing, Henry heard Hugh settling his father for the night. Edward’s muffled laugh sounded, familiar and comforting, reminiscent of days long past. Candlelight flickered beneath Bea’s door. She was singing softly, a…
