He sat silent, waiting for more. A woman’s mind is hard enough to fathom, and that of royalty indecipherable. … More Saving the Kingdom
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
Murder your darlings. –Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Sometimes you write a scene, or chapter, or half a goddamn book. and discover that, as much as you love it, it just doesn’t fit into the rest of the piece. That happened to me a few times. So I’m posting them here. Enjoy!