Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Sunday, July 28, 2013

To Save the Realm, First 10 Lines, Chapter 3: Ivor Wyvern, QC

Tucked away at the far side of a quiet garden square in Kensington was what looked like a two-story country cottage. It might have been the cozy home of well-off pensioners, but it was not. Brock skirted the high spikey wrought-iron fence that surrounded the square and came onto the porch of the house. The polished brass plaque set into stone to the right of the door indicated that the house held the law offices of Ivor Wyvern, QC. He stood on the porch for a moment admiring its simple, unadorned Doric columns. then he nonchalantly turned around to survey the square. (At Amazon.)

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Know Your Galaxy

From the Independent.

To Save the Realm, first 10 lines of Chapter 2

The street outside the St. Albans Hotel was misty gray with rain. Great pots of colorful, raindrop-covered pansies stood on both sides of the hotel's frosted glass doors. A continuous train of black taxis was swooshing through the puddles that flowed out from the curb on Bedford Place. The weather seemed to Brock to be more like December than mid-October. He was wearing a heavy wool sweater, navy blue trousers, and a charcoal grey overcoat. He didn't like to carry an umbrella, so he had on a woolen Irish hat that he'd bought in a shop yesterday to keep the rain off his head. From To Save the Realm at Amazon.

For £500,000

A home with your own island in the River Avon.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

And in Mycenae...

Asian carp have invaded Kentucky Lake. This is bad news for the native species--bass, crappie, bream--that evolved in these waters.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Cadbury Castle

One of my favorite places to have visited in Britain. The model for Abbott Edge, the hill fort that plays a central part in To Save the Realm.

Phoenix Pictures

Sent a copy of the tome to Phoenix Pictures today.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

To Save the Realm, first 10 lines of first chapter (Mycenae, Tennessee)

Brock Coole sat up and wondered for a moment where he was. He swung his stockinged feet over the edge of the bed,reached for his terry-cloth robe, and pulled it over his shoulders. He was not used to this cold and damp. He had been in this room in a small hotel in Bloomsbury since Thursday night. The hotel was one of many tourist hotels in a row of converted Edwardian townhouses on Bedford Place near the British Museum. His room was a quiet one on the fourth floor. In it there was an overstuffed chair, a table with a lamp, and a quite comfortable bed covered by a soft white chenille bedspread.

Outdoor cinema, concerts, and plays

Watch Quadrophenia at Brighton Beach!

Save the Roadside Cafes!

They have a lot more character than the megastation cafes, and I would wager better food...