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Novellas: Two Sent and to be Released Soon!

Novellas…

My latest of my two novellas will come out in the Once Upon a Vet School series! It’s just been sent to the group for inclusion in the Christmas Wishes boxed set!

I’ll keep you posted about release dates, title, and more!

I can’t tell you yet, sorry, it’s still a secret!

  BUT…

I can give you the title and even the cover for this one!

Last week, the final for my novella for the…

“Here, ye read it, ye wasted enough time learnin’ t’ read,” she grumbled. Sofia took a deep breath, biting back a reminder that she was taught to read by the same man her mother had refused, but now was not the time. Her eyes raced down the page, stopping at the laird’s seal at the bottom. “Well, what’s it say?”

“We must quit by the end of May term,” Sofia whispered, counting the days left in…

Somewhere Like Home: An Unhappy Event

“I don’t want to be tacksman.” Robert enunciated every word, his voice rising. “I don’t want your job, bowing obsequiously to the stinking laird and his despicable sons. I won’t do it.”

“Ye will.” Lytton’s voice, steel-edged.

“I won’t. Don’t you see, Da? Soon there won’t be any tacksmen. Year by year, they’re being replaced by factors—and sheep.”

“They’ll no replace all by sheep. Who would they…

Song’O the Crofters - traditional folk song interpreted by Sealionwoman 

Short video from when we recorded our track for the Antigen Records Christmas compilation at Sam Webster’s home studio in Brighton! You’ll beable to pick it up this December, check out www.antigenrecords.com for more info. We’ll hopefully release some new material soon as well.

I originally discovered this song at Cecil Sharpe house, London in a “Songs from the Gael” book. The song is actually about the mass emigration of scottish people to the distant lands of America. Forced to do so because of the Highland clearances. The mass displacement of people from their homelands forced people into poverty and hardship. Its a bleak song, the words so descriptive you can completely picture yourself in Glen Ardtoe, filled with desperation but hope for the future. 

“O’er to the meads of America we’re going, Longing for the day of returning”