“He’s evil, there’s no other word to describe him.” Mike Wallace smiled, as he recalled his friend’s words. He found consolation in the fact the Frank O Connor, his best friend, had always been one for overstatement and while his flair for the dramatic bode well for him in his chosen field of law, it [...]
In Winning the Highlander’s Heart, Malcolm MacNeill can’t marry Lady Anice. She’s the ward of King Henry I, who had numerous mistresses, including a Welsh princess, and he’s targeting Anice next. But she’s determined to get out of the quagmire she’s in. Her only living relative, her uncle, has died, and now some of her [...]
Sarah felt the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand and she knew without turning round that he was behind her. Her hand shook as she placed the last bundle of vervain into her basket and her heart beat painfully against her breast as she straightened up. “Trespassing again, Miss Cleary?” She looked [...]
It began in the 1940s, so those of you who remember halfpennies and sixpences, can cast your minds eye back to the time. I first heard about the ghost a week ago and started my investigations right away.
The great god Ra had not yet arisen from his bed beyond the world of man. Neither had the members of the royal household of Egypt who all still slept soundly in the cool air of the palace. No one heard the faint clattering sound of a wooden stylus and a wax tablet dropping to [...]
A story from Venice, Italy, based on true events and real people. Monsignor Giuseppe paced slowly back and forth across Campo San Geremia; not the busy part of the campo with the constant flow of people through it, but the part behind the benches and the vendors’ stalls, the quiet part in front of the [...]
I wrote the following story thirty-five years ago to this day, on the anniversary of the death of a monster. I called it Fitting Retribution. It describes how I believe the monster’s life should have ended. I hope you agree. The calendar on the wall above my cot this morning reads April 30th, 1976. Today [...]
For it is women who are the most sensitive and the first to see the truth; even when men see further, women see first. And truth is sometimes not the presence of things, but rather the absence of things. So it was with the empty tomb which was truth revealed by negation. Revelation by absence [...]
Excerpt from novel Buddha’s Wife. Told in the first person by Yasodhara who has left the order and is dying. Ambapali was one of the first women Bhikkhunis (nuns), as was Pajapati (Siddhartha’s step-mother) and Yasodhara (Siddhartha’s wife). Chapter 10 Ambapali was in secluded meditation at the vihara of Jetavana. She was bald, having cut [...]
The king’s wooden hall was filled to capacity; at its centre stood the great brazier that heated the hall. Its walls were lined with expensive, richly coloured wall hangings made by the finest artisans. Below where Wuffa’s mighty sword and shield hung, sat Rædwald, lord and undisputed king of the East Angles. To his right [...]
