More of my current work-in-progress:The courtyard rang with steel upon steel. Under his mail and helm, sweat trickled down James’s face and his back as Gruffudd pressed his attack. Their blades met in a harsh clash and slid down until the guards locked. He looked up into Gruffudd’s narrowed eyes. Read more…
What do you think? Would it tempt you to read it?Robert III, King of the Scots, is dead, and Scotland in 1406 is balanced on a knife’s edge of anarchy. The king’s ruthless half-brother, the duke of Albany, has murdered one prince and readies to kill another as he eyes Read more…
More of my current Work-in-Progress: A week later: Through the high, narrow window of James’s Tower room, morning light spilled across the floor, bars laying dark stripes on the threadbare carpet. His straw-stuffed bed was hard and uncomfortable. James thrashed and kicked off the light coverlet. In his bare feet, Read more…