I have an outstanding book by Tim Vicary called The Blood Upon the Rose. The title made me think of a song I have called Grace by the Dubliners. I found it interesting at the end of the book that the title apparently did come from the words in the song.About the Book: Catherine is a wealthy, h...
Ambush 28. Ambush TOM HATED the wool. Every morning the Spaniards brought it in, great rough greasy bales of it, for the English and Indians to card. All the long sultry day they worked, sweating and sullen on their benches, dragging the lumps and tangles out and packing the smooth, carded wool i...
Silent Mother On Friday evening, Sarah Newby rode out into the countryside towards Wetherby. There had been a storm that morning, and the newly washed trees and fields glistened in the sparkling evening sunlight. Through her polarized helmet visor the clouds were so beautiful that it was diff...
Each was riding one horse and leading another beside on a long rein. The road to Lyme was being used by the militia, and it would have been foolish to be seen near Shute, so they rode north-east at first, into the maze of tracks and sunken lanes that wander here and there among the rolling hills ...
It gave her no satisfaction. The cold, disbelieving way in which the colonel of dragoons had received the complaint; the humiliation of the identity parade in which every man had ogled her knowingly, and one of the three, the man she had thought of as like her kindly village butcher, was not ther...
She had been too busy preparing her case. It was not until she left her chambers, and walked the short distance across Castle Street to the court, that she saw what Lucy had meant.Outside the Crown Court was a wide circle of grass, the Eye of York, with a circular road running round it. The eight...