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Solitude.

A farm boy from the highlands, fifteen, suddenly studying in the Athens of the North.

Bombarded.

I thought it appropriate to go out with fireworks flashing in the night, showing off some of my work rather than with a whimper. As this is

The full Regalia.

I am often asked, writing all these stories based in Scotland if I ever wear a kilt. The answer is yes, rarely, but yes.

Hiding from the Light

The sun shone upon the blinding white beauty of the small highland Kirk and reflected back into her eyes. It did not matter to Eileen; she c

Death, the afterlife and the Celts

That they were polytheists comes as no surprise, most pre-Iron age peoples were. What made them unusual and different from the many warlike

Modernity, Americans and dumbing down.

The snow softly fell, a blanket, quiet and perfect lay upon a quiet land. The footfalls of animals, both predator and prey were unheard.

The Dark Kind

It looks as though "Maeve" will be in my next novel as well. This, new novel, is an unexpected book.

"The Lost and Lonely War"

I am on to update anyone who follows the news on "And The Sea Shall Give up it's Dead" with information on the book release dates etc. I...

It is that time of the year.

For a new book to come out., and I am not one to disapoint my readers. "He, who is Lost" will be released at midnight tomorrow. The book...

Over the Tears of the Fallen, has fallen

This is going to sound as strange as this book is, but, is true, none the less. With all three volumes written and ready for release upon...

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