Stephen England | June 15, 2011
A chill breeze whips through the churchyard, leaves ripped free from their moorings and sent flying through the air. The harbinger of an approaching squall. Above the sky grows dark, clouds covering the face of the earth. Blocking out the light of the sun. Rain, first a few teasing drops, then more, pelting down with [...]
Stephen England | June 5, 2011
White clouds drift by overhead, celestial puffs of wool against an azure-blue sky. Warm zephyrs blow over the city, off the deserts to the south and west. I am dying. I lie here upon the sun-baked roof, blood slowly trickling from my wounds, draining my body of strength, robbing me of the fountain of life. Memories [...]
Stephen England | May 28, 2011
Steady hoofbeats against the forest path, alerting us to his presence. I crouched, clutching my longbow, one hand on the polished yew, fingers of the other nocking the arrow against the string. My men were stationed on both sides of the path, weapons at the ready. We would have to be careful—in very truth, it [...]
Stephen England | May 19, 2011
It took me hours to find him, picking my way back through the carnage littering the city streets to the place where I had seen him fall. The cobblestones run red with blood, reflecting the setting rays of the sun, horrible reminder of the slaughter of the day. I look down into the face of [...]
Stephen England | May 12, 2011
“You see, it was down about Cape Horn that it ‘appened, back in ’49. We were takin’ a boatload of those consarned Yankee minin’ fellows to Californy in the early days of the rush. I was first mate of the brig Hampshire in those days, had Geoffrey Sikes as skipper on the voyage—you lads remember [...]
Stephen England | May 5, 2011
Every time I had come home to my village it was different. I was different, my people were different. War leaves nothing unchanged. But there was something about this time—different than all the rest. The hair prickled up on the back of my neck, warning of danger. What, I knew not. I stopped my horse [...]
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I'm a writer. Yes, perhaps that's obvious. A writer of adventure fiction, both ancient and modern. This summer I followed the release of my first novel, Sword of Neamha with the debut thriller of the Shadow Warriors series, Pandora's Grave. . .
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