We quetan tend to think that anything we are not aware of simply doesn’t exist, as if, for example, Saturn had no rings before Galileo took his first peek through a telescope. In my book, I describe the Faer as a mute, telepathic human species with a mode of perception that is expanded far beyond … More About That Vaira
When Corwin encounters the Faer in Murdoch’s Tale, exactly who is he meeting? We have these notions of “faeries” as little gossamer-winged sprites or noble Tolkien elves, living like lords in the forest with no visible means of support, or perhaps the daioni sidhe, shining beings of light. I’ve noticed a tendency we have, and … More The Faer
It’s here! Amazon will now graciously allow you to read the first 6 pages of Murdoch’s Tale. In the time of Richard Lionheart, during the bloody Border Wars between England and Scotland, Tovan, a faer (or “faery,” as we quetans call them) rescues the child Corwin from the massacre of his village. Tormented by recurring … More Look Inside!
He sat silent, waiting for more. A woman’s mind is hard enough to fathom, and that of royalty indecipherable. … More Saving the Kingdom
“In days of old when knights were bold and ladies they were merry, One lady fair beyond compare was queen of two great countries. She went away on the bold Crusade a’camping in a tent. How many men she vanquished there would fill a regiment. Oh, Eleanor is a gay old lass, a lusty buxom … More Eleanor of Aquitaine: A Soap Opera Life in the 12th Century
Well, evidently, when one notifies Amazon that a book will be available for preorder (release date May 5) one cannot simply rely on the already-posted release date of the Kindle version. No, one must tell Amazon that this, too, must have the May 5 release date. My bad. Apologies to anyone who is a stickler … More Best Laid Plans…
The merchant scowled as he read the duchess’s message. He pursed his lips and stroked his clean-shaven chins. “They tell me he’s a halfwit. What makes you think he could be of any use to me?” … More The Contract
Oswy, Corwin, and Carl stood at the head of the line of villagers come to the castle to have their disputes judged. They had scrubbed themselves in the washtub, worn their Sunday clothes and even combed their hair, but there was no mistaking their station in life, or Oswy’s trade. … More The Lady of Alnwick
On a gray November day in the year that the Lionheart led the great Crusade to the Holy Land, Sommer the merchant sent his servant to Oswy’s forge. … More The Debt
Last I posted, I expressed amazement at the number of things one has to do after “Completing” a manuscript. Little did I know. Originally, my troubadour was named Clement, after my friend, professional storyteller Clem Bowen, and Corwin was named Aram, after Clem’s middle son. Um, Clement’s an English name. Oops. Fortunately, Alison Weir’s biography … More Them Changes
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