Tuesday, 4 March 2025

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!! Death of a Princess by R.N. Morris


Death of a Princess 
By R.N. Morris


Publication Date: 5th November 2024. Publisher: Sharpe Books.
Pages: 192. Genre: Historical Crime / Mystery

Summer 1880.

Lipetsk, a spa town in Russia.

The elderly and cantankerous Princess Belskaya suffers a violent reaction while taking a mud bath at the famous Lipetsk Sanatorium. Soon after, she dies.

Dr Roldugin, the medical director of the sanatorium, is at a loss to explain the sudden and shocking death.

He points the finger at Anna Zhdanova, a medical assistant who was supervising the princess’s treatment.

Suspicion also falls on the princess’s nephew Belsky, who appears far from grief-stricken at his aunt’s death.

Meanwhile, investigating magistrate Pavel Pavlovich Virginsky arrives in Lipetsk from St Petersburg, seeking treatment after a nervous breakdown.

Against his better judgement, Virginsky is drawn in to the investigation. But is he getting closer to the truth or walking straight into a deadly trap?

This title is available to read on #KindleUnlimited.


R.N. Morris


Roger (R.N) Morris is the author of 18 books, including a quartet of historical crime novels set in St Petersburg featuring Porfiry Petrovich, the investigating magistrate from Dostoevsky’s great novel Crime and Punishment. These were followed by the Silas Quinn series set in London in 1914. He has been shortlisted for the CWA Duncan Lawrie Gold Dagger and the CWA Historical Dagger.

A former advertising copywriter, Roger has written the libretto for an opera, modern retellings of Frankenstein and Macbeth for French school children. He’s also a scriptwriter for an award winning audio producer, working on true crime and history podcasts including The Curious History of your Home.

His work has been published in 16 countries. 

Married with two grown-up children, Roger lives in Chichester where he keeps an eye out for seagulls.









Wednesday, 19 February 2025

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!! The Fires of Gallipoli by Barney Campbell

 


The Fires of Gallipoli 
By Barney Campbell



Publication Date: February 13th, 2025. Publisher: Elliott & Thompson. Pages: 320. Genre: Historical Fiction / WWI Fiction

The Fires of Gallipoli is a heartbreaking portrayal of friendship forged in the trenches of the First World War.
 
‘In this vivid and engaging novel of war and friendship, Barney Campbell shows us once again that he is a natural writer. This is a novel of men at arms of the highest quality.’ 
~ Alexander McCall Smith

Edward Salter is a shy, reserved lawyer whose life is transformed by the outbreak of war in 1914. On his way to fight in the Gallipoli campaign, he befriends the charming and quietly courageous Theodore Thorne. Together they face the carnage and slaughter, stripped bare to their souls by the hellscape and only sustained by each other and the moments of quiet they catch together.

Thorne becomes the crutch whom Edward relies on throughout the war. When their precious leave from the frontline coincides, Theo invites Edward to his late parents’ idyllic estate in Northamptonshire. Here Edward meets Thorne’s sister Miranda and becomes entranced by her.

Edward escapes the broiling, fetid charnel-house of Gallipoli to work on the staff of Lord Kitchener, then on to the Western Front and post-war espionage in Constantinople. An odd coolness has descended between Edward and Theo. Can their connection and friendship survive the overwhelming sense of loss at the end of the war when everything around them is corrupted and destroyed?
 
The Fires of Gallipoli is a heartbreaking, sweeping portrayal of friendship and its fragility at the very limits of humanity.

Excerpt

Everywhere was screaming and vicious, animal grunting. Edward seemed for a moment to have been put there artificially, a spectator to some alien carnage, enclosed entirely by the night and cut off from everything outside. He had no idea who else was alive, where Rossi was, if the battalion understood what was happening, on how wide a frontage the Turkish assault was. Then there was a gap in the flares going up and for ten seconds the trench seethed in complete darkness, no one knowing what on earth they were shooting or hacking at before another one came up and the sickly light resumed.

Edward could hear Thorne’s voice through the din. ‘Keep at it, men! Keep at it! Man the line, man the line, stand to, stand to!’ he screamed, shoving men up to the firestep. He reached down to one prostrate figure, shouting, ‘Get up, man, get up there or I’ll kill you myself,’ and then, realising he was dead, dropped him to the floor.

Edward started to follow his lead, realising that the immediate danger was over and the first Turkish attack had withered. Now they had to ensure a second one wouldn’t get nearly as close. He peered over the parapet, the first time he had dared to do so, seeing the yellow lights of the dropping flares swirling in the interplay with the darkness. In the trench the screams of the fight started to give way to shouts of military order, instructions being barked, ammunition being called for.

And then the Turks came again.

The night passed. It passed in hideous technicolour, it passed in clinical, anodyne black and white. It passed in unearthly screams, tense silence, tears of grief and primal howls. It passed in calm commands, stentorian bellows and soft whispers into ears urging the dying to go well. Tracers bouncing off rocks faded like shooting stars into the sky and over Achi Baba. Bullets flew, sometimes dully into sandbags and sometimes ricocheting angrily off metal or bone. Shrieks of artillery covered first a Turkish withdrawal and then set the foundations for a new attack at midnight, throwing earth up in great plumes, bursting eardrums and shredding nerves.

Splintered images heaped up in Edward’s brain, his blinks a camera shutter that burned the scenes onto his mind. A Turk thrown bodily in the air by a shell to land, impaled, on a barbed wire post. Marks appearing down the line, his arm hanging shredded by his side, to tell Edward matter-of-factly that Rossi had been killed, shot in the chest, in the first wave of the assault, before he, in turn, collapsed. Baffle on the firestep firing round after round into each new wave. A wounded Turk on the floor of the trench striking a grenade as Cradley tried to stem the bleeding from his chest, its blast riddling him with metal slivers as he died in blinded screams some glacial minutes later. Thorne walking up the line with his revolver, encouraging the men on. Haynes-Mattingly white and in shock after taking a bullet in the calf and his hand livid with a burn from the barrel of a Turkish rifle which he had grabbed to push away from him before shooting his attacker. He would be out for weeks with those wounds, Edward thought dispassionately.

The fighting finally ceased at around three o’clock. At the arrival of the grainy half-light before dawn, the true scale of the night was laid bare for them all to see: dead men looking as though they were sleeping and those left alive moving as if they were dead.



Barney Campbell


Barney Campbell, author of The Fires of Gallipoli, was brought up in the Scottish Borders and studied Classics at university. He then joined the British Army where he commanded soldiers on a tour of Helmand Province, Afghanistan at the height of the war there.

That experience inspired him to write his first novel Rain, a novel about the war, which was published by Michael Joseph in 2015. The Times called it ‘the greatest book about the experience of soldiering since Robert Graves’s First World War classic Goodbye To All That’.

Barney has walked the length of the Iron Curtain, from Szczecin in Poland to Trieste in Italy. He currently works and lives in London.

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Tuesday, 18 February 2025

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!!! The Many Lives & Loves of Hazel Lavery by Lois Cahall


The Many Lives & Loves of Hazel Lavery
By Lois Cahall


Publication Date:  January 14th, 2025.Publisher: Historium Press. Pages: 340. Genre: Historical Biographical Fiction

In the heart of tumultuous times, amidst the grandeur of Victorian opulence, there existed an American socialite whose influence altered the course of the Anglo-Irish treaty:
Lady Hazel Lavery

Boston-born Hazel ascended from her Irish roots to become the quintessential Society Queen of Chicago, and later London, where she lived a delicate dance between two worlds: one with her esteemed husband, Sir John Lavery, a portrait artist to royalty, and the other with Michael Collins, the daring Irish rebel whose fiery spirit ignited her heart. Together, they formed a love triangle that echoed through the corridors of power at 10 Downing Street, London.

Hazel's wit and charm touched on the lives of the who's-who of England including Winston Churchill, George Bernard Shaw and Evelyn Waugh. The image of her memorable face graced the Irish note for close to half-a-century.

Excerpt

On October the 11th, the Irish Political representatives met the British delegation at a massive round table that included Lloyd George, Lord Birkenhead, Winston Churchill, Austen Chamberlain, Sir Worthington, Sir Gordon Hewart, and Sir Hamar Greenwood.

Because they’d met in past days over the many dinners, teas, and talks of the weather that I’d taken such care to host, it seemed a silent camaraderie existed between the men. Michael later told me that when Lloyd George waved the gents to their seats, they instead stood to shake hands and greet each other, saying what a lovely time they had at my house.

Michael’s days became a vicious round of Mass with me, negotiations at Downing Street and then tea or late supper at my home.

Following morning service, we exited the church shaking hands with the priest who wished us a blessed day. As we moved from the Oratory, I chose small talk as the autumn leaves rustled around our ankles in colors of gold and brown. “It’s due to a lack of sunshine and much precipitation,” I explained, “London just doesn’t deliver the tones of orange and red the way they might in Chicago.”

“Not to sound cliché,” said Michael, running his hand through his bangs, “but we have to stop meeting like this.”

“Why?” I asked, with a sudden flirtatious tone, as we hastened to a row of parked bicycles.

“They’ll think you’re a double spy and shoot ye!”

“Oh Michael, you’ve been watching too many movies at the picture palace.”

“And all this time I thought I had you fooled that I was the head of the IRA, but instead I’ve been enjoying matinees at the picture house,” he said with sarcasm as he headed toward a row of bicycles. He removed his bike from the rack.

“Shall we cycle together?” I asked.

“Are ye riding on my handlebars?”

“No, I’ve my own bicycle. Just over there,” I said, pointing with a giggle, and then securing a pin in my furry-plumed velvet hat.

“Where?” he asked, confused.

I pointed to the side of the church where a Roadster lady’s safety bicycle stood, having bought it a few days prior to impress him. “It’s your mode of transport, so now it is mine.”

“Bloody brilliant!” he said, sounding sarcastically English, hopping on his bike, and circling effortlessly around me. “Let’s make a go of it!”

Moving to my bicycle, I lifted the hem of my dress and attempted to mount the step-through frame while grabbing onto its very upright handlebars. As I began to pedal, my feet ready to engage the coaster brakes, I jerked the bike frame left and right, more crooked by the moment, until all balance was utterly lost.

“I can see they taught you cycling in that American boarding school,” he chuckled. “Right up there with French and Latin lessons.”

“No, they didn’t,” I snapped. “I taught myself, thank you very much.” Forcing the bicycle left and right, my jerky movements were hideous. I attempted to keep my dress hem from the chain. 

“You’re pathetic, yeah?” he joked.

“Pathetic, no. I beg your pardon.”

“Pardoned, indeed,” he chuckled. “And note that I’m working on my ‘ye’ and ‘yer’s’ but it’s hard to break a habit.”

“Good on you!” I stood up straight, juggling the weight of the bicycle straddled between my legs. Michael guffawed. “Michael, you asked me if I possessed a bicycle. Which I do. You didn’t ask me if I could ride it.”

“Ha! Yer taking the piss out of me!”

“What on earth?!”

“Oh, sorry. Irish, slang. For being comical, yeah?”

“Yeah, nothing. If you want to give me a riding lesson...”

“I’d love to give you a riding lesson,” he said, suggesting more than a bike ride.

The moment hung in the air, and my senses scrambled, turning my complexion into a deep rose blush from neck to my forehead.

“I’ll manage just fine,” I said, again trying to coordinate the pedals with the handlebars and practically crashing onto the curb.

Michael cringed. “Look, Lass, don’t be stubborn. If I don’t help ye, you’ll have an accident with that nearby lamppost.”

“Fine.” At that I stopped and straddled the bicycle beside him.

“I’m glad to see you here every morning, Lady Hazel,” he said.

“You make me happy and frankly I don’t recall the last time I laughed so hard or laughed at all.”

“Well, I’m glad to provide comedy at my foolish expense,” I said, patting down the ruffles on my dress into place.

He winked at me. “Shall I walk you and your bicycle home, and then I’ll come back to fetch mine?”

“Yes, that would be quite chivalrous,” I said, flustered and gathering my composure.

He took my arm with one hand, escorting me from my bicycle, then taking the handlebars with the other. As we walked toward Thurloe Square, a traditional garden square in South Kensington and only moments from my house, he stopped to take in the foliage, smelling the air.


  
Lois Cahall

Lois Cahall began her writing career as a columnist for Cape Cod newspapers and local periodicals, including Cape Cod Life. She spent a decade writing for national magazines (Conde Nast/Hearst). Her articles have been published in Cosmo Girl, Seventeen, SELF, Marie Claire, Redbook, Ladies Home Journal, Reader’s Digest, Men’s Journal, and Bon Appetit. In the UK she wrote for RED, GQ, Psychologies, and for The Times. In addition, Lois wrote profiles for The Palm Beach Post. 

Lois’s first novel, Plan C: Just in Case, was a #1 bestseller in the UK, where it remained in the top three fiction for the year before selling into foreign translation markets. In July of 2014, her novel hit #1 on the Nook “Daily Deal” in America. Her second novel, Court of the Myrtles, was hailed as “Tuesdays with Morrie on estrogen” by Ladies Home Journal. Her latest novel, The Many Lives of Hazel Lavery, is a work of bio-fiction (January 2025) 

Lois is the former Creative Director of Development for JPE/James (Jim) Patterson Entertainment. She credits her friend, Jim, the world’s most successful bestselling author, with teaching her the importance of children’s love of reading. As a result, she founded the Palm Beach Book Festival in 2015, an annual event bringing in NYT bestselling and celebrity authors. The event is for book lovers, nurturing the written word for the children and adults of southern Florida. 

In 2024 Lois also founded The Cape Cod Book Festival, an annual autumn event that promises to be a new cultural footprint in Massachusetts. It will be for locals and ‘washashores’ alike – a magical place where charitably minded readers can rub elbows with great writers and thinkers.  

Lois divides her life between New York and Cape Cod, although her spiritual home is London. But most importantly, Lois can do the Hula Hoop for an hour non-stop and clear a Thanksgiving table in just under ten minutes.





Thursday, 6 February 2025

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!!! Lalji’s Nairobi by Nitin Nanji

 


Lalji’s Nairobi
By Nitin Nanji


Publication Date: 30th August 2023. Publisher: Independently Published. Pages: 282 Pages. Genre: Historical Fiction

British Gujarat, 1905.

Despairing of the social injustices and crippling taxes under the British Raj, Lalji, 19, flees to British East Africa hoping to build a better life using his natural business skills and acumen. But he soon finds unexpected dangers in his new home- turbulent politics and war with German East Africa- as well as some surprising opportunities. A combination of luck, coincidence, and his flair for commerce lead to early success. 

Then, just as he is at his most vulnerable, a new threat emerges from where he least expects: from within his own family. 

Can Lalji beat overwhelming odds to fulfill his hopes and ambitions?

A story about survival, faith, ability, humanity, and a deep desire to succeed.

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Excerpt

Janki’s morning sickness settled as suddenly as it had come. The initial tiredness was replaced by a breathless feeling when she did anything strenuous. Husnara’s arrival provided a welcome change in their lives, the two women able to share each other’s perspectives and provide mutual support.

Husnara was gregarious, chubby-faced and chatty. Jet black hair with soft waves on the sides made her look older than her years when she was not wearing a head scarf. She wore her scarf to go outdoors which seemed to make her look like a teenager, her fresh looks accentuated by her mascara. She had to learn and get familiar with Africa and Nairobi’s ways. She found the climate cold but was thankful for the small numbers of mosquitos. Like Janki, she excelled in cooking and both shared long conversations and recipes. They compared the different styles of cooking they had been brought up with. Husnara had helped her sister through two pregnancies and was reassuring for Janki to have around.

“You need to rest more Jankibhabhi,” she would say when Janki got short of breath.
“I know, but I need to also remain active. Show you more of Nairobi before the baby arrives.”
“Nizar will show me Nairobi. Right now, we need you to get the baby delivered. There will be time for everything else later.”

Towards the time of the delivery, Janki found it difficult to be active. She was troubled with back ache and leg aches which landed her in bed for long periods. Husnara and James managed the household chores, shopping and cooking together. 

One day James came to Janki and asked her, “Mama, I see that the arrival of Mungu’s toto (God’s child), is near?”

“Yes, James. We may get busier then,” sighing.

“Mama kidogo (younger Mama), will also get busier in helping with the toto.”

“We will see how it goes,” replied Janki, wondering where this was leading to.

“I will be able to manage all the cooking on my own, Mama. The two of you can look after the toto.”

Janki had been feeling unusually emotional in those days, suddenly burst out crying at James’ kindness. A shocked James lost his composure, not comprehending Janki’s reaction.
“If that is fine with you Mama. I don’t want to say anything wrong, Mama. I apologise Mama.”

Husnara arrived when she heard Janki crying. “What is it, what happened Jankiben?” she asked worriedly.

“It’s nothing. James here was telling me how excited he is at becoming an uncle,” Janki replied, looking at James with tenderness in her eyes. “I found it touching.”

James looked down at his feet, not understanding his own emotions or Janki’s response, for a moment not sure if he had said something wrong. Then he felt a rush of emotion and goodwill at being addressed as an uncle of the unborn child, not daring to make eye contact with Janki, wiping away a tear.

“Oh! Yes, that is good,” said Husnara. “Now you must rest more. These final days are physically and emotionally wearing.


Lalji’s Nairobi will be free on kindle from February 4th – 8th, 2025

Nitin Nanji


Historical novelist of Indian parentage, born and raised in Kenya, educated in England, writing about India and East Africa under the British Empire.
Nitin has come to writing his debut novel after retiring as a doctor. Born in Kenya before its independence he came to England at the age of fifteen. His parentage is Indian, his grandfather having moved during the British Raj from Gujarat in India to Colonial East Africa as an economic migrant.

'Lalji's Nairobi' is set in the early part of the last century, inspired by the stories of Indian migrants who settled in East Africa. A 'rags to riches' story of the experiences of Lalji as a determined young businessman who grapples with the challenges of living in the new colony.

Within the backdrop of a racist administration, Nitin immerses the reader into the times and norms of colonial society and shows how Lalji achieves rapid success despite difficult odds, leading a team of four compatriots from his village.

The novel is well-researched and retains the undertones of the era. Nitin's intimate knowledge of the three cultures of the colony (British, Indian, and African) succeeds in making this an enjoyable and authentic read.

'Lalji's Nairobi' is now an award-winning novel that recently won acclaim from the prestigious New Generation Indie Book Awards as a 'Finalist'. It also earned Five Stars and the 'Highly Recommended' award of excellence from The Historical Fiction Company, which has recently also awarded the book with a silver medal in the Blixen Africa Category.

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Wednesday, 25 September 2024

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!!! Apollo’s Raven (Curse of Clansmen and Kings Book #1) by Linnea Tanner, narrated by Kristin James

 



 Apollo’s Raven
(Curse of Clansmen and Kings Book #1)
By Linnea Tanner
Narrated by Kristin James


Publication Date: January 20, 2020 (3nd Edition). Publisher: Apollo Raven Publisher, LLC. Pages: 394 pages. Genre: Historical Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Myth & Legend

A Celtic warrior princess is torn between her forbidden love for the enemy and duty to her people.
 
AWARD-WINNING APOLLO’S RAVEN sweeps you into an epic Celtic tale of forbidden love, mythological adventure, and political intrigue in Ancient Rome and Britannia. In 24 AD British kings hand-picked by Rome to rule are fighting each other for power. King Amren’s former queen, a powerful Druid, has cast a curse that Blood Wolf and the Raven will rise and destroy him. The king’s daughter, Catrin, learns to her dismay that she is the Raven and her banished half-brother is Blood Wolf. Trained as a warrior, Catrin must find a way to break the curse, but she is torn between her forbidden love for her father’s enemy, Marcellus, and loyalty to her people. She must summon the magic of the Ancient Druids to alter the dark prophecy that threatens the fates of everyone in her kingdom.
 
Will Catrin overcome and eradicate the ancient curse? Will she be able to embrace her forbidden love for Marcellus? Will she cease the war between Blood Wolf and King Amren and save her kingdom?


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What AMAZON reviewers say about Apollo’s Raven

“If you mingled the history and romance of Philippa Gregory with the magical fantasy of George R.R. Martin, the result just might be the fascinating Apollo’s Raven (Curse of Clansmen and Kings Book 1) by Linnea Tanner. Get ready for a journey filled with the desires of star-crossed lovers, the horror of a son polishing his own mother’s skull and the fantasy of humans becoming creatures as a tool to save their very humanity.”

“Sorcery? Mythology? Forbidden love? An ancient curse? Yes, please! I fully enjoyed this epic tale of intrigue, deception, and love. The characters are developed well, while the plot leaves the reader wanting more.”

“What a story! I am a huge fan of "Game of Thrones," and this book grabbed me in much the same way. The author took me inside the world of ancient Romans and Celts. The imagery was compelling. I could see the characters, the weapons, the countryside, the lairs, and the castle. She stayed true to the times.”

“A love story full of intrigue, power struggles, choosing one’s fate and a doomed love, this story reminds me somewhat of an old book called “The Silver Land” by Nancy Harding or even “The Forest House” by Marion Zimmer Bradley. The undercurrents are the same as they are set in similar times, but the finer details are different enough that it only feels the same while still being uniquely its own.”

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Apollo’s Raven will be free on Kindle on September 26th – 30th, 2024!

All four books in the Curse of Clansmen and Kings series are available on Kindle Unlimited.

Linnea Tanner


Award-winning author, Linnea Tanner, weaves Celtic tales of love, magical adventure, and political intrigue in Ancient Rome and Britannia. Since childhood, she has passionately read about ancient civilizations and mythology. She is particularly interested in the enigmatic Celts, who were reputed as fierce warriors and mystical Druids.

Linnea has extensively researched ancient and medieval history, mythology, and archaeology and has traveled to sites described within each of her books in the Curse of Clansmen and Kings series. Books released in her series include Apollo’s Raven (Book 1), Dagger’s Destiny (Book 2), Amulet’s Rapture (Book 3), and Skull’s Vengeance (Book 4). She has also released the historical fiction short story Two Faces of Janus. 

A Colorado native, Linnea attended the University of Colorado and earned both her bachelor’s and master’s degrees in chemistry. She lives in Fort Collins with her husband and has two children and six grandchildren.

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Thursday, 19 September 2024

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!!! Ships of War — Murky Waters by Bradley John

 


Ships of War — Murky Waters 
By Bradley John


1791 — England's cannon remain ever silent as her shipping is ruthlessly preyed upon, a detestable state of affairs, though soon to be remedied...

England is ill prepared, Europe is in turmoil and the French Revolution is readying to sweep across the continent. A tedious uneasy peace poises on a knife's edge. Brittana rules the waves, yet as more and more ships mysteriously vanish, it is rightly thought an act of war. However, England needs more time, or all could be lost.
With war looming, Lieutenant Hayden Reginald Cooper, Royal Navy, awaits in Portsmouth braving a bitter cold winter with half pay, beached in a constant state of penury. With little prospects, little "interest" and no chance of promotion or advancement, he is the perfect choice for the Admiralty: unknown, unimportant and wholly dispensable.

As so it begins, a turbulent action-packed naval adventure within the murky waters preceding war, the French piracy soon to discover the grit of a lowly Lieutenant, one who has very little to lose…

Excerpt

Stormy seas awaited Agamemnon at Ushant, murky waters spawned within a darkened sky. It was no less a chilling reminder of what was yet to come. The sun had risen. But still there remained a bleak silhouette ever gracing the eastern horizon, a dull dome serving to surround the last remnants of the Channel. With Brittany looming, the Iroise Sea now beckoned and with Ushant behind them, there was definitely no turning back. It was with some gratification that Cooper accepted the conditions. The Iroise Sea was well known for her violence, all told beholding a temperament more befitting a maddened wild beast. In the offing, high seas threatened, a cold outlook promised. Nonetheless did Eagle manage to maintain an unrestricted view to the horizon, the regular call of "all's well" constantly reassuring the ship. Upon rounding Ushant the great ship spread her wings, sailing large, the wind swirling about her back til she bore directly south.

'Captain, it seems the seas have built even more since we rounded Ushant,' Blane nervously vexed. 'Could they become any more monstrous?'

'I assure you Doctor, with some degree of exactness, these seas can form even monstrously bigger, given leave to do so.'

'Egad. But is not the ship already shuddering somewhat horribly at the stern? Is there no cause for concern? The quarterdeck is as calm as Brading Tavern on Sunday, almost as if I had prescribed them a tincture of my finest laudanum?'

'But it is just Agamemnon pooping, Doctor,' reassured Cooper.

'Pooping? Well, yes that makes sense, but I very much rather it is I who is in danger of pooping, such is my distress.'

'What? Oh? Indeed, ha, ha!'

'I could be wrong of course, just a simple doctor, but is not the ship shuddering perhaps to the point she soon might break up?'

'It grieves me to inform you, sir, that you are indeed wrong, on both counts.'

'Both counts?'

'Aye, come now sir. Firstly, you are no simple doctor and I think you know this. And secondly, that shudder you discern is merely the resultant shock from the prosecution of high and heavy seas, the hull scudding and trembling as the ship is belted somewhat upon its quarter. It is most common for her to scud before the wind within such a tempest. And good sir, it is called pooping.'

'Oh? Well, yes of course, that pooping.'


Bradley John


Bradley John Tatnell (aka "Bradley John") is an Australian novelist whose ancestry can be traced back to the Norman Conquest in England. His forbears lived mostly in Kent, Hertfordshire and the Isle of Thanet. Some were mariners and some were even of the aristocracy. His direct ancestors arrived in Australia soon after its colonisation in the late 1700's, most of which were proud country folk. James Squire, a notable character in history, who arrived on the first fleet in 1788, was his (sixth) great grandfather.

Bradley John graduated from the Church of England Grammar School at age 16 and the Queensland University of Technology at age 19. His early life was spent mainly in the arena of law.

Bradley John has a love of all things ancient and historical, including golf, to which he plays with ye old hickory shafted clubs including the original heads from pre-1935. He also studies the ancient art of Korean sword, having attained master level. His love of language, in all its forms, now extends to the pursuit of conquering Hangul, the language of the Korean people.

Bradley John has been privately writing novels since 2003. "Ships of War — Murky Waters", his first publication, births a series of naval adventure fiction intended to span the length of the French Revolutionary Wars. This of course is the much loved genre which includes the thundering Hornblower series by C.S. Forester, the Aubrey-Maturin series by Patrick O'Brian and the popular "Master and Commander" blockbuster by Peter Weir. Owing to Bradley John's English heritage, no guesses are needed to determine which side the book's heroes will sail upon…

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Monday, 16 September 2024

Look who is in the SPOTLIGHT!!! Bandy by Craig R. Hipkins




Bandy
By Craig R. Hipkins


Publication Date: February 15, 2024. Publisher: Hipkins Twins. Pages: 337. Genre: Historical Fiction / Young Adult

Isaac’s only friend is a passenger pigeon named Bandy. He deludes himself in believing the bird talks to him. Bullied, he is resigned to a life of being the misunderstood bookworm by neighboring boys until a disastrous fire kills his parents and little sisters, sparing only his younger brother, Thomas. He and Thomas are taken in by their Uncle Raymond, an abolitionist, who plans to send Isaac to Virginia to buy Joy, a young slave with debilitating health, from her slave owner, Wil Jericho. Shortly after arriving in Virginia, Isaac learns the ugly truth. The butler who accompanied him on the journey killed his uncle before leaving and plans to do the same to Isaac to steal Raymond’s estate.

Isaac, with Joy, escape into the backwoods of Virginia. Discovering passages of the Underground Railroad, stowing away in carriages, hiding in churches, and outwitting the mercenaries hired by Jericho, the two teens fight tooth and nail to make it to Boston before they’re caught. Will Joy be taken from this life by sickness before she’s found freedom? On their journey, they learn a lot about each other. Isaac promises to bring Joy to Bandy's pond, a heavenly place where peace and serenity reign.

Excerpt

They walked in silence for a while, each one wrapped in their own thoughts. Joy felt like crying. Jericho Plantation was all she had ever known. She would miss Moses and even Mother Etta, who treated her kindly. However, she knew in the back of her mind that this day would eventually come. It was as if she had a premonition.

At Jericho Plantation she would always be a slave, at the subjective whim of whoever was master of the house. Now, at last, she was free, finally unencumbered by the tight yoke around her neck. She knew her time was probably limited, but if she could spend her remaining days with her sister, living free, it would be worth it. Also, there was always the chance of this doctor in Boston.

What if he could do something for her?

And then there was this mysterious boy who seemed to have arrived out of nowhere. She had only known him for a day but felt like she had known him for a lifetime. He was brave and had rescued her against all odds from a tyrant that might have beaten her to death. He was walking a few steps ahead of her, his long hair sticking out from around his soft wool cap. She had never met anyone like him.

Isaac interrupted her train of thought. He stopped and held up his hand. “I think that I hear something.”

She heard it, too— a soft but penetrating ring. There was a train coming!

He took her hand, and they hurried down the embankment and crawled into the switchgrass, making sure to keep low. After a few minutes the low ringing turned into a loud rumble and the unmistakable sound of train wheels as the flanges pushed against the rail.

Isaac looked up and could see a plume of heavy dark smoke towering into the sky as the engine rumbled by, trailed by its heavy load. It was a freight. Isaac had an idea but quickly dismissed it. Attempting to board a moving box car was tempting but extremely risky. He would be able to do it, but in her weakened condition, Joy would not. There was also the chance someone might see them and then the game would be up.

No, they would have to make the journey on foot.

When he deemed it was safe, they climbed back up the embankment and started again. He tried to remember landmarks from his train ride the day before. He wished that he had paid more attention. He didn’t remember any large towns they’d traveled through, though there were houses and farms and places where the track snaked its way through a forest. There was no way they would make it to Norfolk today. It was almost noon, and at some point, they would have to find a place where they could conceal themselves for the night. That would take time.

He prayed that the rain would hold off, but the sun had once again hidden itself behind an overcast sky. To the northeast, the dark clouds looked ominous. They walked for what he determined to be about three miles into an area where there was forest on both sides of them.

Then the rain came.




Craig R. Hipkins


Craig R. Hipkins grew up in Hubbardston Massachusetts. He is the author of medieval and gothic fiction. His novel Adalbert is the sequel to Astrolabe written by his late twin brother Jay S. Hipkins (1968-2018) He is an avid long distance runner and enjoys astronomy in his spare time.

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