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6 February 2021

Special Guest Interview with Angela B Mortimer, Author of Black Ship and The Watchers


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I'm pleased to welcome author Angela Mortimer to The Writing Desk

Tell us about your latest book

It’s called the Blackship and the Watchers. I found in another book I wrote called The Summoning how I might use some of the methods there to solve in a Sci-Fi way my long time quandary - how to save failing Earths in my Flawed Gods series. Because our gods were flawed so were we. It started with this musical piece in my head, Massenet: Thais – Meditation. 

This beautiful, soar the universe, piece of music started in my main character’s mind as he took his life due to illness. Then a series of wonderful people from the past such as a bone-dancer, warriors, philosophers, mystic, nun, and the last two modern, a Kenyan vet who loved the animals on the reserve he worked on, and the final mind a Californian Sci-Fi writer who had to have a job to survive. They then worked in many forms through many eras, back and forth through time trying to enable the positive to survive in the majority. The mysterious Blackship was the enabler.

What is your preferred writing routine?

After I finish the chores, I get about 2-3 hours a day, more if I can. I stop and start as required, the ideas are always ready. It’s much easier now we have various editing software, it’s a slog but worth it.

What advice do you have for new writers?

Make friends on social media. Without a writer on Twitter, like me from UK now in Australia, I’d not know how to start. He kindly helped me through the process. Don’t be pushy, and be friendly and read their books. Some indie books are far better than what publishers prefer to publish nowadays, and not always in your preferred genre. There is much kindness in the writer tribe, ask for advice.

What have you found to be the best way to raise awareness of your books?

Tricky subject, it’s hard to be pushy if you are polite by nature. Advertise other’s work as well as your own and they will do the same. There are sites, which will help and do it for you. Reviews help, although they are not as common as they once were. Review other’s books too; they will be grateful for the time you spent. Another good way, if you are able, is to print books, and ask book shops, and other venues if you can set up and sell that way.

Tell us something unexpected you discovered during your research

Unlike my other books, which I researched, it felt as if the first Flawed Gods series was written without much input from me. I just put my pen down and away it went, very disturbing. However, once I finished I tried to trace what I’d studied in my past to enable it. Nothing obvious came at first it was like the Greek gods with a woman in the top job, until one-day long after I finished it, I found something, which unfortunately seems lately to have become bogged down, in other popular ideas. 

An early goddess Mari (of many names and places) with a snake son, and even more disturbing she wore a necklace of blue stones. I usually keep my research, but I’ve lost the original which was good. Lately this has changed from what I first saw and I need scholarly articles, it is getting harder to find good pieces on line. But it seems to solve what unnerved me at first. No research for such a long story was disturbing, as I love research. Perhaps I found the old goddess years ago and deep down I remembered her?

What was the hardest scene you remember writing?

My favourite character died. As I just put pen or finger down and let it flow, it was unexpected. He was so fascinating - someone else mentioned this, she was captivated too and he wasn’t human. I was heartbroken as if he was real. It was difficult to carry on for a few days – he never completely left.

What are you planning to write next?

I am trying not to, but I have great dreams I wake to, so it is difficult. Something always lurks waiting to escape. I have a folder of all my mainly unfinished written work since aged 6 - the only poem I remember (it was short), and I was so proud of it. I am mainly an artist. Still have useable equipment from art school and before, after all these years. 

I have a few to work on and then I want to finish my loosening, as I only achieved it once, and when I’ve achieved that again - I’d like to go back to the old ways of drawing as I used to. Then do what wasn’t the thing in those days - very detailed pen and inks, use black lines as definition (shock/horror), and hope I don’t get a good idea for another story. I’ve already refused a few headroom. A Sci-Fi short is the most likely - perhaps one a year.

Angela B Mortimer 
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About the Author

Angela Mortimer was born in Lancashire and moved south as a young girl for her father's job. She enjoyed many interests as a child, notably making most things as suggested by Blue Peter and after devouring the home library, dragging books back and forth from the local one. Her father instilled a love of poetry and Shakespeare, and her mother music. Choosing a career was difficult as her interests are diverse. She wrote poetry and had many story ideas from a young age, and studied at the West of England College of Art. She moved to London after meeting her Australian husband and from there onto Australia where she now lives. Find out more at Angela's website and follow her on Twitter @AngelaMortimer2

4 February 2021

Historical Fiction Spotlight - Jude & Bliss, By Mal Foster


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In the Victorian era, for many young women, going into domestic service was a significant source of employment where they found suitable work but with extended hours for a reasonable salary, receiving free accommodation as well as enjoying the perks and prestige of working for the aristocracy or other members of the upper or middle-classes.

As a matter of course, employers had a moral obligation, but one without a legal requirement to ensure their servants were kept clean, healthy and well-nourished. However, for one poor girl, that, unfortunately, was not the case.

In 1896, Jude Rogers, a wide-eyed but vulnerable sixteen-year-old from Woking, Surrey, secures a position as a domestic servant at a large terraced house in Half Moon Street, near London's Piccadilly. Following a brief settling-in period, she quickly realises everything is not quite as it seems.

As time moves ruthlessly forward, what happens next is almost beyond comprehension. Jude finds herself in the most impossible of situations and finally succumbs to the pure evil dealt out by her employer.

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About the Author

Mal Foster was born in 1956 in Farnham, Surrey and grew up in nearby Camberley. He was educated at secondary modern level but left school at just fifteen years old to help support his single mother and younger brother. It was around this time that he began writing, and indeed, his first poems were published soon after. In 2007 his most widely read poem The Wedding was published in the Australian Secondary Schools anthology Poetry Unlocked' a book that formed part of its English Literature exam curriculum. The irony of its inclusion has always amused Mal considering he left school before gaining any formal qualifications himself. A former local journalist, his first novel The Asylum Soul, a historical tale of incarceration was published in 2015. A second book, Fly Back and Purify, a paranormal drama appeared in 2017. Described as an explosive conspiracy thriller, An Invisible Nemesis was published at the beginning of May 2019. In November 2020, his fourth novel, Jude & Bliss, was published and marked a return to historical fiction for Mal. "This book is close to my heart, it's the one, I think, which will define the course of my future writing," he told one observer. Find out more at Mel's website and find him on Facebook and Twitter @malfosterwriter

3 February 2021

Special Guest Post by Helen Hollick, Author of A Mirror Murder


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Eighteen-year-old library assistant Jan Christopher’s life is to change on a rainy Friday evening in July 1971, when her legal guardian and uncle, DCI Toby Christopher, gives her a lift home after work. Driving the car, is her uncle’s new Detective Constable, Laurie Walker 
– and it is love at first sight for the young couple.

A Mirror Murder is my first cosy mystery – a genre that emulates the lighter police murder mysteries shown on TV, Midsomer Murders and Colombo rather than the more serious Morse or Lewis. I had been thinking about branching out into a different genre for some while, and not wanting to read anything similar to what I usually write (historical Arthurian, Saxon eleventh century or pirate-based nautical adventure) I turned to murder-mystery for my Kindle entertainment. I loved Debbie Young’s Sophie Sayers series in particular, but a couple of other authors did not impress me quite so much. “Could I do better?” I wondered.

I had also wanted to write something where I could use the quite a few years of experience working in a public library in Chingford, a North London suburban town on the edge of Epping Forest and Essex, where I was born and lived until I married in 1981. Believe me, a lot goes on behind the scenes in a library! (Although I don’t recall any murders!) 

In my historical and nautical novels I try to be as accurate as I can where research is concerned – get the facts wrong and an author soon has readers complaining on Amazon. But I found it just as hard to ensure I got things right for 1971 as I do when writing about my Captain Jesamiah Acorne’s adventures in 1719! It’s amazing to recall that, although only fifty years ago, we had no mobile phones, no personal computers, no internet! 

Most houses only had one TV (black and white – colour was only just coming into use) and one telephone, which in our case was a party line shared with a nextdoor neighbour – so calls were far from private! (Ooh! Now there’s a good idea for a murder mystery, a murder overheard!) Our phone was in the hall, near the front door, and I recall sitting on the stairs whispering to my boyfriend and hoping my parents couldn’t hear!

I enjoyed ‘meeting’ my new characters; Jan Christopher, her love interest, DC Laurie Walker, her uncle and guardian DCI Toby Christopher, and her Aunt Madge. I am also looking forward with some great excitement, to discovering what adventures befall Jan and co in future episodes of The Jan Christopher Mysteries. Book Two is already under way A Mystery of Murder.

A VERY BRIEF EXCERPT:
The telephone rang at five-thirty shortly after Uncle Toby had got home. Aunt Madge answered it. I heard her voice from my bedroom upstairs, where I was bashing out the words, on my battered old typewriter, of another chapter for my potential best seller science fiction novel. 
  “Hello? 5785.” A pause. “Jan! It’s for you, dear.”
  I ran down the stairs and took the receiver from her, waited a moment while she wandered back into the kitchen – obviously listening. I heard her whisper something to Uncle Toby. Not for the first time, or last, I wished we had more than one telephone in the house, or that this one wasn’t in such a very public place in the hall. If I wanted to talk privately (which I’d never had any reason to), I would have to use the public telephone box outside the telephone exchange down the road.
  “Hello?” I said tentatively. I rarely received phone calls, not having many friends with any need to contact me.
  My heart sank to my pink, furry, mule slippers as I heard DC Walker’s voice. This was it; he had changed his mind. Was phoning to say our planned evening out was off...
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About the Author

Helen and her family moved from north-east London in January 2013 after finding an eighteenth-century North Devon farmhouse through BBC TV’s popular Escape To The Country show. First accepted for publication by William Heinemann in 1993 – a week after her fortieth birthday – Helen then became a USA Today Bestseller with her historical novel, The Forever Queen (titled A Hollow Crown in the UK) with the sequel, Harold the King (US: I Am The Chosen King) being novels that explore the events that led to the Battle of Hastings in 1066. Her Pendragon’s Banner Trilogy is a fifth-century version of the Arthurian legend, and she also writes a pirate-based nautical adventure/fantasy series, The Sea Witch Voyages. Her non-fiction books are Pirates: Truth and Tales and Life of A Smuggler. She also runs Discovering Diamonds, a review blog for historical fiction. She is currently writing more Voyages for the Sea Witch series and the next in the Jan Christopher Mysteries series. She has other ideas for other tales – and would like the time to write them! Find out more at Helen's website: www.helenhollick.net and find her on Facebook and Twitter: @HelenHollick

2 February 2021

Special Guest Interview with Alison Morton, author of Double Identity


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It’s three days since Mel des Pittones threw in her job as an intelligence analyst with the French special forces to marry financial trader Gérard Rohlbert. But her dream turns to nightmare when 
she wakes to find him dead in bed beside her.

This move into contemporary crime is quite away from your Roma Nova alternative history thrillers which have featured on the Writing Desk many times. What’s the story behind it?

It’s all historical fiction writer Conn Iggulden’s fault! He was reading INSURRECTIO for me and threw me a challenge. He commented, ‘You clearly have the knack for fast plotting tension. I kept coming back to see what happened next.’ He suggested I recast one of my alternative Roma Novan heroines as a member of a modern-day European organisation and run the story as a crime thriller. Who could resist that? So I sat down and plotted and let it all swirl round in my head. Double Identity is the result. 

A second motive which fed into the above ‘plotting and swirling’ was a desire to write a heroine with a connection to Poitou in France where I live. Of course, there is a historical element in it, especially in Mel’s name and family.

How have your previous books helped?

Well, although they featured a society run by people descended from Romans and running it on Roman lines, the stories of Carina, Conrad and Aurelia were very much thrillers. As with stories of any Roman society, whether ancient or modern, there was plenty of betrayal, courage, righteous causes, political reality, coups d’état, sacrifice, endurance and toughness but mine were leavened with love and some witty remarks.

Double Identity is very much a modern story, but again a thriller with a tough and courageous heroine, but this one has a different personality and a dual nationality which gives us some lovely internal conflict! 

What are some unusual things you discovered researching Double Identity?

The military scenes for Mel were reasonably easy to write thanks to my six years in uniform although the career structure and unit training were quite different. I pored over French Ministry of Defence and armed services sites for hours! The most intriguing was researching French military voice procedure when using walkie-talkies!  

Another thing is to get transport and communications right – how TGV high speed trains are organised, toll roads, whether you can find a garage open on Sundays in rural France (No, you can’t!). As historical fiction writers, we know how slow ox-drawn carts can be, how long it can take to walk from village A to village B, or ride by fast king’s courier. That same meticulousness has to be applied to modern transport. And as for finding a parking place in central London or Brussels? Now that is an impossible task!

Would you give us a taste of Double Identity?

Mel shivered. A cold breeze drifted over her bare backside. Dieu, the window must be open. Stupid in late November in London. But windows had been the last things on Mel’s mind last night.
   Still drugged with sleep, she stretched out her hand towards Gérard’s face. His eyes were closed, the lashes resting on his pale cheeks. Too much time indoors, Mel thought and smiled. In his early morning relaxed state, Gérard looked more like a boy of seventeen than a man of thirty-seven.
   Her eyelids were so heavy. She closed them. After a few seconds, she realised she wasn’t tired, just thick-headed. Opening her eyes again, she blinked hard then tugged on the duvet to cover them both against the too fresh air, but it was trapped under Gérard’s body. Never mind, she could think of a much more pleasurable way to warm up than hiding under the bedclothes. She stroked his skin with the tips of her fingers sliding over the fine brown hairs on his shoulder, then down his chest and over his stomach towards…
  He didn’t stir.
  He was cold. Stone cold.
  No.
  Then the smell hit her.
  She sat up. The world spun around her. She shot her hand out onto the mattress to steady herself, then knelt beside him. Not wanting to, but knowing she had to, she stretched out her hand, two fingers close together, for the side of his throat. Nothing. She pressed harder, desperate for a sign. But he was too still and too pale. And the blue lips…
  Dieu, no. Not her Gérard. Not clever, witty, vibrant Gérard. He couldn’t be gone. But she’d confirmed enough dead bodies during her military life, the last only three weeks ago in a blazing desert wadi in Africa. She sat back, shivered and pressed the palms of her hands into her eye sockets. The sourness ran up her gullet. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she stumbled to the bathroom and threw up in the pan.

Ambulance. She must call an ambulance.

She sat on the toilet seat and gulped down water from the plastic tooth mug. In the bedroom, the green-uniformed man and woman were examining Gérard. Through the gap of the almost closed door, Mel could hear them mumbling to each other. After a few minutes, they stopped talking. They were making a call, giving the hotel name.
  The woman came into the bathroom. Her calm face didn’t seem as sympathetic as it had been earlier.
  ‘What is it?’ Mel asked.
  ‘We’ve had to call the police. We’ve found something and there are marks on the deceased’s body.’
  ‘What? Let me see!’ Mel said and leapt up.
  The woman held out her plastic-gloved hand.
  ‘No, stay here, and don’t wash. The police will want to talk to you.’

  ‘What sort of a name is Mellysand?’
  She clutched the bathrobe tighter and braced her legs to steady her balance. This was surreal. Gérard was dead and they suspected her. Why? How was she supposed to have done it? She shook her head which seemed full of mush thumping to escape.
  ‘It’s pronounced “Mél-i-send-uh”,’ she said. ‘And it’s the name I was given by my parents.’ 
  ‘Not very English, is it?’  
  Le bon Dieu save me from these parochial Brits, she thought. And this cop was even worse than most. He didn’t look like one either in his jeans, tan leather jacket, unshaven and with a single earring. But his warrant card looked genuine, and the two uniformed police outside had let him in.
  ‘You got any ID?’ he barked.
  Mel pulled a pale turquoise and blue card with her photo and signature out of her purse and offered it to him. 
  ‘French?’ He frowned, flicked it over to the other side, then back. ‘You don’t sound very French.’
  ‘That’s where I was born. My mother is English.’
  ‘What are you doing here?’
  ‘Visiting friends and doing some shopping.’
  ‘I’ll need a list of those friends and dates.’
  ‘Why? Am I under suspicion?’
  The cop looked down at the bed, duvet pulled back, bottom sheet stained by body fluids.  
 ‘When there’s a dead man in your bed and you were presumably the last person to see him alive, let’s say you’re at least a person of interest.’

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About the Author

Alison writes award-winning thrillers series featuring tough, but compassionate heroines. She blends her deep love of France with six years’ military service and a life of reading crime, historical, adventure and thriller fiction. On the way, she collected a BA in modern languages and an MA in history. Now Alison continues to write thrillers and drink wine in France with her husband. Find out more at Alison's website  https://alison-morton.com and find her on Facebook and Twitter @alison_morton

28 January 2021

The death of Sir Francis Drake, explorer, sea captain and pirate, 28th of January, 1596,



1564: Devon sailor Francis Drake sets out on a journey of adventure. He learns of routes used to transport Spanish silver and gold, and risks his life in an audacious plan to steal a fortune.

Some historians believe it was the 27th, but Richard Hakluyt says it was the four in the morning of the 28th of January, 1596, when Sir Francis Drake, explorer, sea captain and pirate, died of dysentery in Portobelo harbour, Panama. 

Drake's last campaign began well, departing from Plymouth on August 28, 1595. As well as six of the queen's warships, the fleet included twenty-one armed merchant ships, with a crew 9of fifteen hundred sailors and a thousand soldiers.

Jointly commanded with his old captain Sir John Hawkins, their plan was to capture a Spanish treasure ship, thought to have with 2,000,000 ducats aboard, which had been damaged in a storm at sea, and was undergoing repairs in San Juan, Puerto Rico.

Their surprise attack failed, as San Juan was well defended, so Drake continued to his old hunting grounds at Nombre de Dios, on the Panama isthmus. He led an attack on Porto Bello at the end of December, 1595, but this was also  a failure. 

The crews began to suffer from fever, and it was reported that 'the fire in theor stomachs began to break forth.'  The illness was most likely severe dysentery, and on January 28th, 1596, Drake realised his own death was near. He asked to be dressed in his armour, and although he requested burial on land, Drake was buried at sea in a lead coffin.

Richard Hakluyt's account states that:
The 28 at 4 of the clocke in the morning our Generall sir Francis Drake departed this life, having bene extremely sicke of a fluxe, which began the night before to stop on him. He used some speeches at or a little before his death, rising and apparelling himselfe, but being brought to bed againe within one houre died. He made his brother Thomas Drake and captaine Jonas Bodenham executors, and M. Thomas Drakes sonne [the later Sir Francis Drake, first baronet] his heire to all his lands except one manor which he gave to captain Bodenham.
There have been many attempts to discover Drake's coffin using the latest sonar and remote submersibles, but at the time of writing none have been successful. 

Tony Riches

26 January 2021

Special Guest post by Heidi Eljarbo, Author of The Other Cipher (Soli Hansen Mysteries Book 2)


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1613. Fabiola Ruber has been wed to a man she does not know and must live in a country with a new language and different customs. The memories of a lost love in her hometown Malta haunt her, and she sets out to find an artist who can do her portrait and recapture the feelings she had when she once modelled for a renowned Italian master painter.

1944. Four years into World War II, art historian Soli Hansen works with the Norwegian resistance to locate significant artwork and safeguard the pieces from the Nazis. When she finds out the Germans are after a hidden baroque depiction of a seventeenth century woman, she must muster all her courage and skills to decipher encrypted codes and preserve the mysterious art before it’s too late.

Nazi Art Theft During WWII

Writing a dual timeline novel where art is the common factor for both stories was a wonderful learning experience.

In the main storyline of The Other Cipher we get to know art historian Soli Hansen who joins the resistance effort in Oslo, Norway during WWII. She makes the choice to go all in and assist a small branch of the resistance movement called the Art Club. The dauntless members welcome Soli and her vast knowledge of art history.

But why spend the time and effort to preserve and protect art during a war?

Adolf Hitler, who was particularly interested in art, tried to earn a living as a painter during his younger years. Although his rise to fame came from other reasons than his attempt at becoming an artist, the Führer produced several hundreds of paintings and postcards. After his political career escalated, he started planning a museum of fine art to be situated in Linz, Austria. His goal was to complete the museum by 1950, but with his death in 1945, and the end of the second world war, his plan was fortunately thwarted.

Looting. Confiscation. Amazing artwork gathered in sometimes indescribable ways. Jews were deported and their valuables seized. Hitler’s soldiers hid his art collection in the Austrian salt mines and other places. By the end of the war, the Allies discovered thousands of beautiful paintings.

As I’ve read articles and accounts about Nazi art theft, I also learned that Hitler sent his men to buy artwork in France and Italy. This surprised me, as I’d always thought the Reich only stole the art. Hitler spent money he’d earned on his book Mein Kampf and other investments to buy desired pieces.

Art history was one of my favorite classes as an Art & Design major. Soli Hansen and the Art Club work tirelessly in their effort to keep important artwork out of the enemy’s hands. Like me, Soli is particularly fond of Renaissance and Baroque paintings.

I have traveled throughout Europe and visited art galleries and old churches. I also spent five years living in Austria, not far from Hitler’s birthplace. During the ongoing pandemic, I’ve signed up for virtual art presentations. With all the technical help nowadays, it’s easy to learn from your own home.

The second story told in The Other Cipher is about Fabiola, a young mother in Antwerp at the beginning of the seventeenth century. She’s Italian, a Jewess, and she longs for the companionship of a master painter who painted her portrait when she lived in Malta.

Although I can still study art history from home, I must admit I look forward to traveling to Rome again to see works by Caravaggio in the churches and observe with my own eyes the magnificent works by Rubens in his house in Antwerp. The chiaroscuro technique described in the book is prevalent in the paintings of these artists.

To get a fulness of the story about Soli Hansen of WWII and Fabiola of the Baroque time period the Soli Hansen Mystery Series follows both of these women and their passion for art.

Heidi Eljarbo

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About the Author

Heidi Eljarbo is the bestselling author of historical fiction and mysteries filled with courageous and good characters that are easy to love and others you don't want to go near. Heidi grew up in a home filled with books and artwork and she never truly imagined she would do anything other than write and paint. She studied art, languages, and history, all of which have come in handy when working as an author, magazine journalist, and painter. After living in Canada, six US states, Japan, Switzerland, and Austria, Heidi now calls Norway home. She and her husband have a total of nine children, thirteen grandchildren--so far--in addition to a bouncy Wheaten Terrier. Their favorite retreat is a mountain cabin, where they hike in the summertime and ski the vast, white terrain during winter. Heidi's favorites are family, God's beautiful nature, and the word whimsical. Find out more at Heidi's website https://www.heidieljarbo.com/ and follow her on Facebook and Twitter @HeidiEljarbo

25 January 2021

Historical Fiction Spotlight: The Danish King's Enemy: England: The Second Viking Age (The Earls of Mercia Book 2) by M J Porter


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Every story has a beginning.

Leofwine has convinced his king to finally face his enemies in battle and won a great victory, but in the meantime, events have spiralled out of control elsewhere.

With the death of Olaf Tryggvason of Norway, England has lost an ally, and Leofwine has gained an enemy. And not just any enemy. Swein is the king of Denmark, and he has powerful resources at his fingertips.

In a unique position with the king, Leofwine is either honoured or disrespected. Yet, it is to Leofwine that the king turns to when an audacious attack is launched against the king’s mother and his children. But Leofwine’s successes only bring him more under the scrutiny of King Swein of Denmark, and his own enemies at the king’s court.

With an increase in Raider attacks, it is to Leofwine that the king turns once more. However, the king has grown impatient with his ealdorman, blaming him for Swein’s close scrutiny of the whole of England. Can Leofwine win another victory for his king, or does he risk losing all that he’s gained?

The Danish King’s Enemy is the second book in the epic Earls of Mercia series charting the last century of Early England, as seen through the eyes of Ealdorman Leofwine, the father of Earl Leofric, later the Earl of Mercia, and ally of Lady Elfrida, England’s first queen.

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About the Author

M J Porter is an author of historical novels set in Seventh, Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh-Century England, and now also a little further afield, in Viking Age Denmark, and Tenth-Century East and West Frankia.
M J Porter also writes fantasy based on Viking Age Iceland, and fantasy as J E Porter.
M J Porter can also be found reviewing books and sometimes the odd film at earlofmercia.wordpress.com. Find me at www.mjporterauthor.com and @coloursofunison