I said yesterday that there were a couple of posts on the blog blitz that stood out because the bloggers went further. I do need to clarify here that, in both cases, the bloggers had previously reviewed Ravens Gathering, so they were – to some extent, at least – familiar with me or my work. Anne Williams’s blog was the second of the two. I first met Anne about three years ago at a Book Connectors meet-up in Peterborough. Since then, I’ve had the pleasure of her company in Sheffield, York, Market Deeping and Harrogate – and there’s even something nagging at me that I might be missing one. More 
importantly than the meetings, Anne has been a great supporter, and I’m always grateful for that.
In a way, then, it wasn’t a massive surprise when I read her intro. For your chance to read it, click on the map.
I can’t wait to see what she thinks of it.
There were two other birds clinging to him, one on his back, the other on his left shoulder. He knew he was exposing more of his body to attack, so others would be on him soon. As he dropped to the deck, he reached up with his right hand and grasped the neck of the bird on his shoulder. At the same moment, he deliberately fell backwards. The impact was jarring, but not fatal. Not for him anyway. By the time he sat up again, the grip on his shoulder had relaxed. Tossing the dead bird aside, he pushed himself to his feet without glancing at the corpse behind him.
He’d been raised to respect all of nature, and all of life. For as long as he could recall, he hadn’t – to his knowledge – harmed even an insect. And yet he felt nothing at these deaths.
Instinct laid his hand on the hilt. Momentum drew the sword from its scabbard. He stood astride in the middle of the deck, ready for anything that came near him. And come they did.
Tempted?
Some temptations are worth giving in to.
All you need to do is click on the Kindle.
You know you want to…
