A black man lies a-bleeding and he’d better not be dead For carrying a book the cops have shot him in the head And a people rise in anger for the fear that lies ahead That terror marches on   Mine eyes have seen […]

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We are in beautiful Somerset once again. We have come to sign copies of Dragonsong for literary dragon hunters in the cultural and historic city of Bath. We are here once more at the invitation of Waterstones. Mr Waterstone has been good to us and we have now signed books in six of his stores […]

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So we come to Anderwood where the tall Scots Pines reach up to eternity. We have come to watch the love of my life as once more she begins to prepare herself for her long sleep. We have eyes only for her as she goes about her bedding ritual.   A mattress of coarse bracken […]

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