It isn’t often that Tallis Steelyard, the leading poet of his generation, is summoned to assist a maiden in distress. This, I would hasten to add, is not due any lack of chivalric feeling on my part, but frankly as a poet I am not the obvious choice when a lady wants a champion in … More The unusual dilemma of Penaloe Shortwheel.
I suppose the reason this story came to mind was that I overhead somebody in a bar comment that ‘they’d got away with it.’ One thing increasing maturity has taught me is that ‘The Lady’ is not to be slighted. Whether you think of her as ‘fortune’ or ‘luck’ or even ‘fate’, to me she … More The dark secret of Kasar Phloom.
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Delighted to welcome Jim Webster to the Cafe and Bookstore with his books. This week Jim received a terrific review for Tallis Steelyard and The Sedan Chair Caper from Robbie Cheadle. About the book Rather than his usual collection of anecdotes, this time Tallis presents us with one gripping…
People may find it strange that I, as a poet, am about to write about becoming wealthy. After all, I can imagine people sneering and making comments along the lines of, “What would a poet know of honest toil and commercial gain?” This merely shows how short-sighted and ignorant they are. I am a poet! … More A horse, a horse
It was perhaps ten years ago now. I can remember Ansi Cornwallah working on Stonecutter Wharf. He was a nice young fellow, originally from somewhere near Prae Ducis in Partann. He’d lived in Port Naain for about a decade. He’d fitted in well and felt at home here. Indeed he had married a local girl … More Come to grief.
It is my confident assertion that one cannot create great art in squalid conditions. If you want to inspire someone to excel themselves and produce marvels, you have to pamper them. Pour them fine wine, feed them good food, let them sit in comfort and relax. Then you will get works of true genius. If … More The story of the Butcher Lane Dining Rooms.