Wednesday 15 January 2020

Check out Historical Fiction author, Sam Taw's, fabulous book — Pagan Death #AncientHistory @samtawauthor

Pagan Death

By Sam Taw

Three lying wives. Two fated slaves. One murdered leader.

It's 700BC and healer of the Dumnonii, Meliora, is devastated. Her favourite nephew is dead, poisoned by one of their own.

It’s a shameful way to kill a Chieftain, leaving Aebba the Wild to roam the Between Worlds until he is avenged. She knows the priests at the midsummer gathering will not allow him to pass into the Summerlands until the killer is brought to justice. With three manipulative widows pushing their sons forward to replace him, life in camp is fraught with danger. When a second body is discovered, Meliora knows that she could be next.

A neighbouring tribe have their sights set on plundering the Dumnoni tin mines. Against all vows of peace, they plan an attack for when they are at their most vulnerable. Can Meliora and her kin make it back from Stonehenge in time to defend their land and people?

Can she unmask the killer before they silence her for good?


“There may be something Meliora can do yet. Don’t give up hope.” Cryda sobbed.

I shook my head, stepping back a pace. “I am sorry, Cryda. He is gone. There is nothing to be done for him.”

For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of shock in Eseld’s eyes, but I was mistaken, for the first words from her mouth were, “And now Paega is to be Chieftain.” Pride swelled within her. It filled her chest and spilled from her venomous face.

I reached over and pulled Aebba’s chin until his mouth opened. A black stain trailed down his face to his neck. There were red spots inside his mouth and a rash on his throat. Taking a deep sniff, I could smell unripe fruit, slightly bitter. I was rapidly forming an opinion on the manner in which he died. If it is what I think, he suffered a frightening ordeal, lasting many hours.

It begins with wide eyes and a mild rash, until unsteadiness takes hold. In the final stages, the pounding headache is joined by hallucinations and loss of voice, before breathing becomes impossible. If Aebba was lucky, the last stage came quickly, with fitting until the heart fails.

I turned to the grieving widows and looked at each of them in turn. With anger boiling inside, I said to them, “Aebba was

Grab your copy now and immerse yourself in Late Bronze Age skirmishes and bloody rituals in the first of this tense and brutal historical thriller series.

Sam Taw

Sam Taw is the pen name for fiction author Sam Nash. Sam is committed to delivering novels in two distinct genres, historical thrillers and a unique blend of science fiction and international espionage stories.

She lives in a small market town in the south of Leicestershire, close to where she grew up, but one day dreams of owning a woodland on the Cornish coast.

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