Medieval Scribbles

Part Six – The Author’s Note The genesis of The Chronicle of Eboracum was extraordinarily simple. Having realised that my writing was bec...

Part Five – The New Age   The battle may have been won but there was still much that needed to be achieved before a quarter-century of Wal...

Part Four – The Field of Firrs. Men had continued arriving throughout the night to add their strength to the allied forces. Now, as Bened...

Part Three – The War Council Benedik reached the Borderlands safely and promptly. The Guardian’s unearthly coaxing had created a mount fas...

Part Two – The Journey Back The Nomad flinched when she said his name. It had been many years since anybody had spoken or even known it. B...

Part One – The Meeting By anyone’s estimation their meeting that day had more to do with fate than the haphazardness of chance. True, he w...

A reappearance by an old friend. He had bitten, chewed and nibbled his fingernails over a period of weeks until they were raw and ragged. ...