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#HistFicThursdays - Gothic Horror - Eaves-Drip

 Well, we're so close to release day for Beneath A Darkening Sky , and I've celebrated this by becoming a member of the Horror Writers' Association ! I also had a set of author photos taken in a local graveyard, complete with an entire flock of sheep watching me as some previous visitor had left the gate open for them. So now, I'm faced with the decision of which story to share with you. We've been through a few for this blog series, and I'm left with three: Guidman Trowie (a tale set in Orkney and inspired by the unique folklore of the islands); Moonsong (a love song from a werewolf to the moon); and Eaves-Drip , which is the story I'm going to talk about in this blog.  It's no coincidence that these three stories have been left. Along with Ay Atomics , they're the short and (not-always-very-)sweet ones.  Eaves-Drip was written while we were on holiday in Perthshire one autumn, but it goes back to Lincolnshire, where I grew up.  Lincolnshire is ful...

#HistFicThursdays - Her Castilian Heart - Anna Belfrage - Guest Post

  For this week's #HistFicThursdays blog, I'm delighted to be sharing the brilliant book  Her Castilian Heart from  Anna Belfrage ,   as part of her  Coffee Pot Book Club  tour. Read on for Anna's guest post about the cunning marriages of people and countries across 13th Century. But first, let's meet the book.. Blurb Blood is not always thicker than water… At times a common bloodline is something of a curse—or so Robert FitzStephan discovers when he realises his half-brother, Eustace de Lamont, wants to kill him. A murderous and greedy brother isn’t Robert’s only challenge.  He and his wife, Noor, also have to handle their infected relationship with a mightily displeased Queen Eleanor—all because of their mysterious little foundling whom they refuse to abandon or allow the queen to lock away. Eustace is persistent. When Robert’s life hangs in the balance, it falls to Noor to do whatever it takes to rip them free from the toothy jaws of fate. Noor may...

#HistFicThursdays - Squire's Hazard (The Fifth Meonbridge Chronicle) - Carolyn Hughes - Guest Post

  It's #HistFicThursdays, and I'm so excited to be sharing a guest post from  Carolyn Hughes ,   as part of her  Coffee Pot Book Club  tour. Find out all about family life in the fourteenth century, as it features and impacts on her book,  Squire's Hazard . But first, let's meet the book... Blurb How do you overcome the loathing, lust and bitterness threatening you and your family’s honour? It’s 1363, and in Steyning Castle, Sussex, Dickon de Bohun is enjoying life as a squire in the household of Earl Raoul de Fougère. Or he would be, if it weren’t for Edwin de Courtenay, who’s making his life a misery with his bullying, threatening to expose the truth about Dickon’s birth. At home in Meonbridge for Christmas, Dickon notices how grown-up his childhood playmate, Libby Fletcher , has become since he last saw her and feels the stirrings of desire. Libby, seeing how different he is too, falls instantly in love. But as a servant to Dickon’s grandmother, Lady M...

#HistFicThursdays - The Scribe (The Two Daggers, Book 1) - Elizabeth R. Andersen

 Today for #HistFicThursday, it is my absolute please to welcome Elizabeth R. Andersen and her fantastic series,  The Two Daggers . Here, Elizabeth takes us into 13th century Acre, dispelling a few misconceptions and welcoming us to the world of The Scribe and The Land of God ... Acre Harbour, present-day. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons Imagine you are in that sacred space between sleeping and waking when your body slowly becomes aware of its surroundings, and the deliciousness of sleep is still with you. As you emerge into consciousness, you notice the hardness of your bed and the chill in the air. Instead of a soft, spring and foam-filled mattress, you feel an unfamiliar crackle of straw when you shift your weight. Something’s not right. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling – wooden poles and thatch instead of painted drywall. You went to bed in the 21 st century and woke up in the 13 th . Will you be able to blend in, or will you be immediately noticed as an ...