Not that her daytime wear invited questions: thigh-boots of soft doeskin over tight, faded blue breeches, a loose white shirt indifferently fastened, a leather jerkin armoured after a fashion with a layer of chain mail and a lady’s cymar—overmantle—flung over all as if to mark her sex. With the c...
First published in 1990 by Legend Paperbacks. This edition published by Venture Press, an imprint of Endeavour Press Ltd in 2016. This one’s for Mum, And as always, for Diane. Table o...
Under the spreading canopy of branches sunlight became a green, translucent glow, filtering through layered leaves until the tall trunks looked like sunken pillars in some drowned and long-forgotten hall. Though occasionally a bird sang, the liquid notes were oddly flat and lifeless and soon died...
This edition published by Venture Press, an imprint of Endeavour Press Ltd in 2016. In Memory of John M. Ford “What’s life but an improvisation to the music?” “Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.” ...
There was little opportunity to say much either to her or to each other, which was perhaps as well. Once again there was the unpleasant spectacle of other pedestrians looking, recognizing and then deliberately snubbing, and even though Aldric seemed not to notice—or betrayed nothing of it if he h...
Autumn sunshine slanted down through windows of painted glass to splash the tinctures of Alba’s high-clan crests across a floor of tessellated marble. Flames danced and flickered in nine great hearths to drive chill from the air, but their heat could not thaw the ice which edged the voice of Gemm...