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|  | | Nuptial Pact
Three men govern Seana's life:
Her father the chief of the lower lands who loves her yet sends her north to marry for the sake of the state.
Her husband, a master debaucher who hates the thought of having to put aside his mistress for an unknown girl of the south.
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Her friend, Sebastian, the strange forbidding southerner who lives in the north and seems to protect her. But from whom does she need protection and to whom will she run to or from?
“You have but a day now before your marriage?” Hoping to set her mind back to normal. Her response gushed out in gratitude as she revealed more than she normally would of her mind. “Yes, it’s strange though, I really do not know what is expected of me. I mean I will have no authority or position as such. At my father’s house I was always the princess, now what will I be?” She stopped suddenly as she wondered if she presumed too much on his acquaintance. She barely knew this man, how could she make so free with him? Her eyes grew large as she saw how he lo | |  | | Return to Ladybower
A hauntingly beautiful love story set in the north of England, just after the second world war.
Foreword I received this letter and manuscript from a relative quite recently. My Dear uncle Frank I have enclosed a MS for you to look at, it is quite old and was discovered by a friend of mine after her ancient aunt died. I read it and was most moved by it. I wondered if you had any way of finding out if it had ever been published, with your connections and all! Gerry says he hasn't heard of it, I thought you might be interested because the whole events of its account are placed in your birthplace Why did you never tell us of all the ghostly goings on out there? Anyway, just thought you m | |  | | The Kelt
A lone name stands out against a backdrop of the Pax Romana. A gallic prince who dared to challenge the might of Rome in the pugnacious stance of Julius Caesar, his name, Vercingetorix. Here he is fleshed out and portrayed in his magnificence, as a man, a lover and a rebel prince.
The Kelt Chapter 15.... Vercingetorix had not discussed the Aeduan visitors with any, at least not more than to say he merely wished to hear about how Rome dealt with them. So it was that the usual four were sitting around a night fire, that Gobannitio asked him. "My son, there has been much speculation abroad on the recent visit of the Aedui." "Swine." Dvorian interjected quietly. Yvain leaned over and pushed him sharply on the shoulder causing him to spill his wine. Dvorian snarled, equally as playfully and hit back. Gobannitio flicked a glance to their horseplay and c | |  | | The Lion's Seed
Linnea, daughter of a king, carrier of the red cord promise, receiver of the seed of lions. Only she has the blood of kings in her veins. Only she can be used to unite or destroy all hope of unity between two nations.
The force moved with a speed he had never seen before and took the shape of a tall broad potency which wheeled a sword of imminent destruction to each one it met. Screams sounded about Pearce’s ears drowning all other noise. He stood as if transfixed at the display of energy and slaughter which met his eyes. The force was a man, but such a man. This man gave no quarter and moved his large body as if flying. Pearce caught sight of the eyes, which glowed a fierce deadly threat yet seemed otherworldly in mien. The men, who with him surrounded their king, also stood enthralled, this wonde | |  | | The Sword Couchant
The third in the Sword trilogy. Elaine's son Robert has his turn at weilding the sword but without true conviction, can he hold it as his father did before him?
"I am sent by the Church's Holy Commission to fetch one Robert de Grance to answer certain questions." Robert stilled his wife as he felt her trembling. James moved closer to his lord and Robert's other hand came up to prevent him doing anything precipitous. "Speak on sir, how can I satisfy you?" "You are to accompany us to York to answer questions there put to you by the Church." "Do you have a warrant for my arrest." "There is no warrant sir, you are requested on your honor to accompany me." Robert thought swiftly, no warrant, it could be | |  | | The Sword in the Wilderness
The first in a Sword trilogy. Frank James introduces us to his characters and how they struggle to survive against the tyranny of standard beliefs and practicies in 15 century England. Heresy, not a thing to be suspected of!
Andre stomped his feet on the flat stones in vain attempt to stimulate warmth. Not a long ride brought him here but a sad one. His breath clouded before his face in the morning chill as he sighed softly. He rang the bell of the abbey and as he waited for the tardy response he glanced to his men, they sat in respectful silence on their mounts. After a few moments his summons gained response as a small flap in the thick oak door opened and a thin cowled face examined him severely. Recognized, he was admitted and followed sorrowfully after the thin black-garbed woman. Even in his grief or perh | |  | | The Two Edged Sword
The second in the Sword trilogy Returns the twins of the doomed Robert and Estelle from exile. Now grown they return to face the same enemy who destroyed their parents.
..........Leon, requiring a document from the large chest, grinned with amusement as he opened it and saw the contents. He picked out the cause of his merriment and lifting it in triumphant display said. "Is this not the cloak you have searched for since before we were married?" "Oh," She gasped delightedly, "You have found it." Then her delight froze on her face in telling guilt as Leon lifting it, caused certain contents to fall from its pocket. Tiny remnants of a broken cross scattered at his feet. Consternation filled his face as he saw the pieces and stoop |
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Dear Margaret,
by Pamela Ackerson
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 Based on the memoirs of a Pearl Harbor survivor. Letters from two pen pals take the reader on a journey into the past, a past where nightmares came true, and when hatred reigned. |
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A Murder in a Different Light
by Brendan O'Brien
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 Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed. |
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