Albion, ancient sites, Art, Books

Almost there…

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I have been hunting.

Chasing the errant apostrophe, relentlessly pursuing absconding commas and pouncing upon nigh-invisible extra spaces. My eyes are still scrolling, though the pages have, for now, stopped… Yes. Proofing.

Not. I hasten to add, alone. Other eyes have also been focused on the task, locked in their own battle with absquatulating semicolons and versions and edits wing their way through the ether.

But it is a time when the world ceases to exist… there is little more than you and the alphabet, arrayed in what becomes a dancing kaleidoscope as you seek out the flaws, working as much with patterns as you do with words.

The only constant is the coffee.

All of which means that a book is about to be published…

Not your usual book, perhaps… though it is one of ours … the sixth in my joint adventure with Stuart France. A weaving of tales, both old and new; tales of this reality and… others. Just as the ancient stones stand quiescent in the midst of our modern world, yet still whisper their secrets to the wind, so too do the strands of adventure and myth intertwine and illuminate each other.

The story unfolds in the landscape of the north, where the moors are shrouded in mist and mystery; where the earth itself holds the keys to questions that have occupied mankind for millennia. It is here that Don and Wen begin this next phase of their quest for understanding.

Those who have read the books, or followed our adventures on the blogs, may have noticed that the characters regularly correspond… may even have surmised that ‘Don and Wen’ are synonymous with ‘Stuart and Sue’… Not so. The characters bear no resemblance whatsoever to we two. We, for instance, would never drag our dear and beloved ‘leader’ into such an escapade…

Not that he would need much dragging, of course…

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… “Just make sure there’s enough room in the boot of the car,” says Wen and throws me the keys to the Silver Bullet before disappearing back into the flat to retrieve something.

I peruse with some consternation the contents of the boot: a wheel-barrow, a spade, a crow bar and a length of rope and when I look up to remonstrate with Wen she appears to be clad head to foot in black, wearing a black balaclava on her head, and brandishing an air rifle.

“What the…”

“Just put that in the boot and get in the car,” she says, handing me what can only be my own black balaclava and cladding.

“There had better be a damn good reason for all this,” say I clambering into the front seat.

“Too right there had,” intones Ben’s familiar drawl as he emerges upright from his prostrate position along the back seat of the Silver Bullet.

Somewhat un-reassuringly he also appears to be wearing a black balaclava….”

***

DOOMSDAY

The Aetheling Thing     Dark Sage   Scions of Albion

All books available via Amazon in Paperback and for Kindle

Don and Wen, following the breadcrumb trail of arcane lore and ancient knowledge, scattered across the landscape of time, turn their attention to the myths and legends of Old Albion. They delve into the tales of King Arthur, asking some very strange questions about biblical family trees and exploring the many stories that abound in the very landscape of Avalon. Meanwhile, in Derbyshire, the voices of the past still whisper from the stones, opening a passage through time, place and memory to another world…

 

Doomsday: The Ætheling Thing

How is it possible to hide such a story… the hidden history of Christianity in Britain? Oh, there are legends of course… old tales… Yet what if there was truth in them? What was it that gave these blessed isles such a special place in the minds of our forefathers? There are some things you are not taught in Sunday School. From the stone circles of the north to the Isle of Avalon, Don and Wen follow the breadcrumbs of history and forgotten lore to uncover a secret veiled in plain sight.


Doomsday: Dark Sage
…. something was spawned up on the moor… something black that flew on dark wings. It heeds not time or place… but it seems to have developed a penchant for the travels of Don and Wen….
“Are those two still at it?”
“Apparently….”

 


Doomsday: Scions of Albion

Things are getting serious…

Exactly what is Wen doing with that crowbar and why is she wearing a balaclava?

All will be revealed…or will it?

 

Follow the story begun in The Initiate and the Triad of Albion,

as Don and Wen explore the ancient land.

 

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