Ever sat by a stream, waiting for a girl who promised to walk with you? Or by a door, because she said she’d be there in a minute? Ever waited and waited, and been disappointed? At what point do you walk away? For me, the iss...
. . historical, about writing an historical serial for e-publication. If it’s been done recently, I haven’t heard about it, and yet it has impeccable historical credentials – before we had the epub, we had the magazine, and in that format Dumas did it, and Conan Doyle, and a host of other authors...
. . historical, about writing an historical serial for e-publication. If it’s been done recently, I haven’t heard about it, and yet it has impeccable historical credentials – before we had the epub, we had the magazine, and in that format Dumas did it, and Conan Doyle, and a host of other authors...
The air was different. Farms were different. Food was delicious, women were beautiful, they flirted harder and they hit harder when offended. Men were quick to make friends and quick to draw knives. Swan liked it. They paused for a week in Florence, where Bessarion had relatives. Swan was enough ...
It was a fine fight, and a rich day for most of us.Richard and I had ridden away from Bordeaux in the late winter of 1358. Sam Bibbo thought for three days about leaving us – he said he was done fighting – but in the end he came, and John Hughes came with him. Perkin had nowhere else to go, but h...
He hadn’t made many friends since he was the royal favourite – he’d been demoted back to page when his accusations against Attalus and Diomedes outraged the king. But he’d served well – even brilliantly – at Chaeronea, and he was well born, if only a highlander. He wasn’t a favourite of Alexander...