I’d either forgotten, or I’d never quite realised, that End of Days (which I read last year, I think) is preceded by this book. I will have to, at some future date, re-read the two in the correct order. However, it didn’t matter.So, forgetting End of Days for a while, I’ll consider this book on...
The ones in the Mother’s Day cards and the Father’s Day cards. Who are those people? My mother never drove. I never took lessons in anything. She told me as a child it was important to spend as much time alone as possible, preferably in the woods, maybe up in a tree or on a hilltop, while I was s...
Isn’t that how every story should begin? Even if the sucker’s in present tense, it got written and revised after what really happened—or was imagined to happen—hopelessly entangled—actually happened. Our present past is a reinvention, a reimagining of the facts. That’s not just old age. The bound...
I doubt my dad knew anything about any kind of ship or even where the Spanish Main was exactly. He just liked the way it sounded stringing the words together. I don’t think they even had galley slaves on pirate ships, certainly not in the early twentieth century when Dad was a kid, but none of th...