It's never fair to compare artists' work. Saying that such-and-such a singer is "The new Ella Fitzgerald" or "The British Courtney Love" does neither the established diva nor the newcomer much of a compliment. Therefore I say this with apology but - For those of us who love George MacDonald Fra...
Ethan Gage is back for yet another swashbuckling adventure in the Napoleonic era. Ethan is a married father now, and ready to settle down with his family. He’s got a large emerald to sell to finance his retirement, so he and wife Astiza go to one of Paris’s premier jewelers to sell it, and ther...
Ancient history comes vividly to life in this novel of a dying Rome and its great battle against the forces of Attila the Hun. Most interestingly, Dietrich took real historical events and wove them into a colorful tale with very few fictional characters.Jonas Alabanda is a young scribe living in...
Hadrian's Wall by William Dietrich is a tale of love, betrayal, and freedom. Frankly, it was a little mushy for my taste. The story begins when an ambitious Roman senator marries off his daughter to a wealthy tribune. The wedding is an alliance, not of love. Set in A.D. 368 it describes what life...
In 1938, Bush pilot Owen Hart is recruited by Germany's fanatical new government to play a crucial role in a top-secret expedition to Antarctica. But, beneath the ice, a deadly discovery awaits and the fate of the world hangs in balance.
At America's base at the South Pole, 26 people wave goodbye to the last plane out before winter. In the succeeding days and weeks they'll be tested not just by unimaginable weather extremes, but by a murderer intent on eradicating them.
Harper/Collins 2007 First Edition, first printing, measures 6 1/4" by 9 1/4" by 1", with 376 deckle edged pages and larger than average print. "Action, adventure...passion, a real page-turner in historical fiction"( Booklist).
Still, the comtesse was suspicious when we left our son in her care after supper, since that wasn’t our habit. We told her to put him to bed at the usual hour and that we’d be back before dawn after urgent business. “What urgent business?” “For your...
So I did consider it, each muzzle bore looking as wide as the bite of a mongrel stray in a Cairo alley. But no, while I’m modest to a fault, I have my self-righteous side as well — and by my light it wasn’t me but the French army that had gone astray. Which I could have explained to my former fri...
Our sleigh runners hiss like snakes as we flee St. Petersburg, dreams dashed, pursuit inevitable. Astiza is silent, clutching Harry to her side, her silence toward me an accusation. No, her quiet is shared guilt, because she brought word of the swords. Foul choice, or foul luck? If Von Bonin hadn...
“Stay here,” I told Miriam. “I’m going to try to see what’s happening.” Then I galloped for the top of the tower. Phelipeaux was already there, hatless, leaning over the edge of the parapet and heedless of French bullets pattering about. “The sappers dug a tunnel under the tower and packed it wit...
His sleeveless vest revealed muscle worthy of a skilled topman, and his dark eyes were lively as a rug merchant’s. “Row to the other side of my vessel, away from the city! Yes, come to Hamidou! I heard shots and suspect you need quick passage, my new friends!”We rounded the stern and drifted clos...
It happened so suddenly, in such disorienting darkness, that it was over before she could scream. She and Jake tumbled into a tangle at the base of some mine shaft, the rotting wood of an old lid piled around them. As her wits returned from the blast of adrenaline, the real fear began. What if th...
He stared back in amazement, taking in the familiar features. Her dark hair had been pulled into a ponytail, accentuating high cheekbones turned bronze by the sun. Her eyes revealed puzzlement. Unlike his huddled posture of defeat, she carried herself with familiar athletic quickness and grace, l...
As the river narrowed and its banks grew rockier, we towed our canoe by foot through light rapids. Trees overhung each bank, almost meeting overhead, and side creeks were dammed by beaver. Half this wilderness, in fact, seemed water. I spied a yearling buck but I dared not risk a shot because of ...