Tallis has commented to me that it’s all well and good letting Benor have a bit of publicity, but Tallis has his own patrons to panegyrize. Thus and so I am handing his blog back to him. ♥♥♥♥ It cannot be said that I, Tallis Steelyard, the leading poet of his generation, has a closed … More The perils of enthusiasm
When Benor Dorfinngil made his way back to the barge he might even have admitted to a sense of smug self-satisfaction. He still had a little of the cash earned from his map making work jingling in his purse. Added to this he had escorted the enchanting Ella Branwit half way across Partann. Finally … More Look away now?
As he peered out of the door across the moonlit stable yard Benor Dorfinngil could see a cloaked figure making its way to the kitchen door. Benor assumed it was somebody intent upon an assignation, but rather than knocking at the door, the person produced a key and opened it. Intrigued now, Benor waited until … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 9
That morning, after the luxury of a privy that smelled almost sweet, he breakfasted as normal. Then he made his way to that part of the estate nearest to the village of Tarrant and from there he strode down to the road to the Bridge, and then turned along the main road heading towards Lord … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 8
That evening when Benor returned to his room over the stables he checked carefully. His backpack had been disturbed. He looked around the rest of the room; somebody had disturbed the hoarded dirt under the bed. Not only that but there was a faint print of a shoe in the dust on the room’s only … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 7
It was on the fourth night that he was awakened. He sat bolt upright in bed, listening. Somewhere he could hear a horse whinny. Given that the stable below him was empty, the horse had to belong to a stranger and what was a stranger doing lurking close to the house at this time of … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 6
Episode 5 That evening Benor opened his backpack, assembled his plane table and his groma. Next morning he appeared at the kitchen door to enquire about breakfast. The cook, a thin, grim woman, seemed to share her mistress’s disapproval of him. Still she set before him a plate of oatcakes, butter and cheese. To drink … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 5
Heiron leaned back in his seat and pushed his empty plate away. Benor was still mopping up the remains of his gravy with a slice of bread. “That was good.” Benor ate the bread. “You’re right; I will happily recommend ‘The Bridge Inn’ at Tarrant to all my friends.” With that he drained … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 4
Benor awoke with the dawn. He crawled out from under the hedge and looked about him. There was a stream nearby and enough dry wood for a fire. He’d walked late into the night, initially because it was fine, the going was good and he was enjoying being out of the city. Then when … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 3
Chapter 2 Benor woke up slowly. He was home or at least lying on the deck under the overhang of the cabin roof. This was where he had taken to sleeping in summer. He crawled out of his blankets and looked across the estuary, the tide was in. Hastily stripping he dropped a bucket … More A licence to print money blog tour, part 2
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