Excerpt… Woman should gather roses ere Time’s ceaseless foot o’ertaketh her, For if too long she make delay, Her chance of love may pass away. A FEW LADIES looked askance but Johanna proved she knew her audience well when the opening verse was greeted with a roar of male approval. Well, and wasn’t it a…
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Bidding closes at 7:30pm Alaska time tonight!
Alert readers will recall from the March Roadhouse Report that Marc Cameron and I are the designated performing seals for this year’s Beyond the Stacks fundraiser in Anchorage on April 13th. And looky here! Their online auction is live! Nice way to score cool stuff like airline tickets and Alaska vacation packages and art and…
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Grunts were the usual response to his attempts at conversation, and when it wasn’t grunts it was Cornish, which was worse.
Excerpt… England, winter, 1326-1327 Jaufre, Johanna, and Shasha settled in to plan an English extension of the Road, and Jaufre began his study of how to be a lord under the tutelage of Tregloyne. “Not a lord,” Tregloyne told him. “God’s teeth, save me from that, I’d be taxed to death and have to take…
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Well, he was about to lose his throne, or so it seemed. Reason enough to drink.
Excerpt… England, autumn, 1326 Close up, the king was seen to be tall and spare, with blue eyes and thinning fair hair, and looked oddly familiar to Jaufre, although he couldn’t think why. His gaze was a little vague, and Jaufre wondered if he were shortsighted. He had deep pouches beneath those eyes, due to…
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“Forty years of wet misery had we.”
Excerpt– England, summer, 1326 IT WAS A golden summer. Everywhere they travelled in England, people remarked on it. At every village and town, people paused from their work to stand and bask in the sun, as if they were afraid that it would wink out in the next moment. “Forty years of wet misery had…
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The oily, steadily increasing swell beneath the Faucon’s hull.
Excerpt… England, summer, 1326 THE DAWN BROKE on clouds gathering over a steep coast, colored sullen orange to deep red. They were reflected against the oily, steadily increasing swell beneath the Faucon’s hull. “Yes,” the captain said, “let’s get docked now.” She brought the ship in close enough to what looked like an uninterrupted shoal…
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