Wednesday, 12 August 2020

Join #HistoricalFiction author, Paul Walker, as he explores what life was like in London for Italian philosopher, Giordano Bruno #History #Tudors

 





Life in the time of Giordano Bruno 

(The London Years, 1583-1585)

By Paul Walker


Why include real people in historical fiction? A plot surrounding actual events with only fictional characters can be satisfying. But action played out with real and recognisable figures can add colour, interest and tether the fiction more securely in the period. At the other extreme, there are many outstanding novels based entirely on the lives of famous historical characters. That’s not my way of writing. In my books, although real people are encountered, the main protagonist is fictional, offering greater freedom with plot development.

So much for theory – in practice, it’s never that simple. In my experience, writing doesn’t follow meticulous planning. The book develops a life of its own, with events taking the story in unexpected directions and the personalities of real characters often veer away from the commonly accepted understanding (if there is one). I will admit to being liberal with the use of real characters in the William Constable series but would argue there is a purpose behind their inclusion.


William Constable is a fictional physician, mathematician, astronomer and reluctant agent for Sir Francis Walsingham, Spymaster for Elizabeth I. He has demonstrated expertise in astronomy by the invention of a navigational aid for ships sailing to the ‘New Lands’. (William’s device and its use by the explorers, John Hawkins and Humphrey Gilbert are described in books 1 and 2 in the series – State of Treason and A Necessary Killing.) Astronomy is the first reason for William to encounter Giordano Bruno in the third book in the series – The Queen’s Devil. Bruno was a defrocked Dominican Friar who travelled Europe and landed in London in 1583, lodging at the French Embassy. He was well known for his controversial views on an infinite universe and wrote some of his most significant works during his stay in England. But there’s more. In Giordano Bruno and the Embassy Affair, John Bossy makes a convincing case that Bruno acted as a spy for Walsingham. It was Bruno’s reports, under the pseudonym Henry Fagot, that led to Francis Throckmorton’s arrest

for treason by Walsingham. The Throckmorton conspiracy was one of the most important in Elizabeth’s reign, leading to the strict confinement of Mary Queen of Scots, the expulsion of the Spanish Ambassador and eventual war with Spain.



Giordano Bruno is the main protagonist in an excellent series of historical thrillers by S J Parris. When a historical character has been portrayed so well by another author, it’s a daunting prospect to include that character in your work. In the end, the temptation was too much; Bruno was such a fascinating figure that I shaped a significant role for him in The Queen’s Devil. William is an open-minded scholar and would have been likely to sympathise with Bruno’s theory of the universe, despite the general view that it was heretical. Also, as a fellow spy for Walsingham, Bruno could assist in freeing William from a dangerous entanglement in the Throckmorton conspiracy.


Bruno was born in 1548, and at the age of 17, he entered the Dominican order at a monastery in Naples. His inclination to free- thinking and forbidden books caused him difficulties and he fled to avoid an indictment being prepared against him in 1575. Bruno wandered Europe until, in 1583, he arrived in England as a guest of the French Ambassador, Michel de Castelnau. He was introduced to Sir Philip Sidney to whom he dedicated two books. Sidney accompanied Bruno on a visit to Oxford University where he debated and lectured on his controversial views. The visit to Oxford was not a success. He was mocked for his opinions, his accent and expressive way of oration. His support of the Copernican view of the heavens was criticised and, rather than the earth rotating, ‘... it was his own head which did run round, and his brains did not stand still.’ Bruno was offended at his reception, saying of the Oxford academics that they, ‘... look down their noses, laugh at you... fart with their lips.’




To comprehend the controversy and outrage caused by Bruno’s views, the state of astronomy in the sixteenth century should be understood. The Ptolemaic conception of the universe was still generally accepted in western Europe. Here, the earth was at the centre of a finite universe, around which the moon, sun and the five naked-eye planets circled. Outside this was another sphere containing fixed stars. Copernicus challenged this view in 1543, placing the sun in the centre and asserting that day and night were explained by the rotation of the earth rather than the heavens. But the Copernican model remained a closed system with an outer sphere of fixed stars. It was Bruno, not Copernicus, or even Galileo years after Bruno’s death, who conceived of an infinite universe containing suns with their own families of planets.


Bruno was not a mathematician and didn’t have the aid of telescopic observations for his theories. He relied upon logic and metaphysical arguments. What defines the limit of the universe? If the earth traverses the skies, why not the sun? Are the stars distant suns? His contention was not only that the universe was limitless; there were also infinite suns offering heat and light to other earths. He stated that these other worlds, ‘... have no less virtue, nor a nature different from that of our earth.’





Imagine how radical and outlandish these views must have appeared in sixteenth-century England, where deviation from the proscribed religion was regarded as heresy, and a physician could administer a poultice of boar’s grease wrapped in owl skin as a cure for gout. Bruno ignored the danger and continued to develop his theories. Some of Bruno’s writings and tactless language eventually lost him the support of friends, and in 1585 he returned to France with Michel de Castelnau.





Giordano Bruno lived at the wrong time. Fifty years before his birth or fifty years after his death, his outspoken views may have been tolerated by the church and received proper acknowledgement by scholars. But at the end of the sixteenth century, the Inquisition was in full force. Bruno was confined in prison in Rome for seven years before being stripped naked, gagged and burned at the stake on 17 February 1600. A sad end to a visionary – and an Elizabethan spy.

 



The Queen’s Devil

(William Constable Spy Thriller, Book #3)

By Paul Walker



 

1583.

 

William Constable, recently married astrologer and mathematician, has settled into routine work as a physician when he is requested to attend two prisoners in the Tower of London. Both are accused of separate acts treason, but their backgrounds suggest there may be a connection.

Sir Francis Walsingham and Lord Burghley urge William to discover further intelligence from the prisoners while tending their injuries from torture.

The agent's investigations lead him to the French Embassy, which lies at the heart of a conspiracy which threatens the nation.

Through his enquiries, an unsuspecting William becomes entangled in a perilous web of politicking and religious fervour.

The threat comes from one the most powerful men in the English court – one referred to as the Queen’s Devil.

William faces a race against time to unpick these ties, climaxing in a daring raid on the Embassy.

 

 

Praise for Paul Walker

 

“Walker skilfully creates a treacherous world of half-truths, plots and duplicity... simmering with impending danger.”

Michael Ward, author of Rags of Time.

 

"A gripping and evocative page-turner that vibrantly brings Elizabeth's London to life."

Steven Veerapen, author of A Dangerous Trade.

 

"Full of convincing characters both historical and imagined."

Peter Tonkin

 

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Paul Walker



 Paul is married and lives in a village 30 miles north of London. Having worked in universities and run his own business, he is now a full-time writer of fiction and part-time director of an education trust. His writing in a garden shed is regularly disrupted by children and a growing number of grandchildren and dogs.

 

Paul writes historical fiction. He inherited his love of British history and historical fiction from his mother, who was an avid member of Richard III Society. The William Constable series of historical thrillers is based around real characters and events in the late sixteenth century. The first two books in the series - State of Treason and A Necessary Killing - were published in 2019. The third book, titled The Queen's Devil, was published in the summer of 2020.

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Pick up your #FREE copy of A Single Step by Georgia Rose #Romance #Contemporary @GeorgiaRoseBook



A Single Step

By Georgia Rose



A woman wracked with grief. A man with a troubled past. Will trust build a bridge between them or will it be destroyed by dark secrets?

Shattered by her daughter's death and tormented by her husband's infidelity, Emma Grayson seeks refuge in solitude. As she slowly re-enters the real world, she takes on work at the sprawling Melton Estate’s stables. Initially distracted by her painful healing process, she realizes that the property’s handsome manager carries his own sadness…

When Emma is thrown from her horse and badly injured, Trent provides tender, selfless care. She doesn’t want to appear ungrateful for the lonely ex-RAF man’s support, but her anxiety keeps her silent. After his secretive past surfaces and events take a dramatic turn at the estate, she can't help but feel violently unsaddled all over again.

Will Emma ever find inner peace and love again, or is she destined to live with only heartache and pain?

A Single Step is the first book in the Grayson Trilogy, a dark romantic suspense series. If you like wounded characters, slow-building romance, and page-turning twists, then you'll love Georgia Rose’s powerful novel.


 

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Georgia Rose



Georgia Rose is a writer and the author of the romantic and suspenseful Grayson Trilogy books: A Single Step, Before the Dawn and Thicker than Water. Following completion of the trilogy she was asked for more and so wrote a short story, The Joker, which is based on a favourite character from the series and the eBook is available to download for free at the retailer of your choice.

Her fourth novel, Parallel Lies, encompasses crime along with Georgia’s usual blending of genre and its sequel, Loving Vengeance, has now completed The Ross Duology.

Georgia’s background in countryside living, riding, instructing and working with horses has provided the knowledge needed for some of her storylines; the others are a product of her passion for people watching and her overactive imagination.

Following a long stint working in the law Georgia set up her own business providing administration services for other companies which she does to this day managing to entwine that work along with her writing.

Her busy life is set in a tranquil part of rural Cambridgeshire in the UK where she lives with her much neglected husband and dog.

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Check out Daniel Greene's fabulous book — Northern Wolf (Northern Wolf #1) #HistoricalFiction #AmericanCivilWar



Northern Wolf
(Northern Wolf #1)
By Daniel Greene





A broken man will be forged in the flames of war...

It is late 1862, and the United States has been ripped apart by civil war for over a year with no end in sight. The war is a distant thought to Johannes Wolf, a young German immigrant with a crippled leg keeping him off the muster lists.

Desperately dredging the gutters for recruits, Wolf cons his way into the depleted, demoralized, and poorly run Union army, and is promptly placed in the undesirable F Company of the 13th Michigan Cavalry.

Wolf's company find themselves riding with Custer and the Michigan Brigade on a collision course with master horseman J.E.B. Stuart and the Army of Northern Virginia in a small town in Pennsylvania, called Gettysburg.

Will they stand tall against the knights of the South and prove themselves worthy? Or will they fall beneath screaming bullets and sweeping blades, becoming more bloody fodder for a lost cause?

The Coffee Pot Book Club

★★★★★ 

Highly Recommended

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Daniel Greene

Daniel is an award-winning and best-selling multi-genre author. He made his debut in the post-apocalyptic genre and quickly became known as a must read with his award-winning and best-selling hit The End Time Saga. His deep passion for history has inspired him to tackle the historical fiction genre with launch of the best-selling Northern Wolf Series.

He is an avid traveler and physical fitness enthusiast. He fulfilled a quest of iron by worshipping at the shrine of Arnold Schwarzenegger, in Graz, Austria, an experience he will never forget. If he isn’t working on his next book, you can find him training to survive the impending rise of the dead. 

He is a proud member of the Horror Writers Association and the Historical Novel Society. Although a Midwesterner for life, he’s lived long enough in Virginia to call it home. 

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Tuesday, 11 August 2020

Welcome to Day #5 of the blog tour for The Last King #BlogTour #CoffeePotBookClub #TheLastKing @JudithArnopp @coloursofunison

 



The Last King: England: The First Viking Age

(The Ninth Century Book 1)

By M J Porter



They sent three hundred warriors to kill one man. It wasn’t enough.

Mercia lies broken but not beaten, her alliance with Wessex in tatters.

Coelwulf, a fierce and bloody warrior, hears whispers that Mercia has been betrayed from his home in the west. He fears no man, especially not the Vikings sent to hunt him down.

To discover the truth of the rumours he hears, Coelwulf must travel to the heart of Mercia, and what he finds there will determine the fate of Mercia, as well as his own.

  

Today we are stopping over at The Road to Hastings and Other Stories... where M J Porter is talking about the challenges in researching Ninth Century Mercia.


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Matthew Harffy is sharing an excerpt from his fabulous #NewRelease Fortress of Fury (Book 7 of the Bernicia Chronicles) #HistoricalFiction #DarkAges @MatthewHarffy

 



Fortress of Fury

Book 7 of the Bernicia Chronicles

By Matthew Harffy


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Beobrand is besieged in the action-packed instalment in the Bernicia Chronicles set in AD 647 Anglo-Saxon Britain.

War hangs heavy in the hot summer air as Penda of Mercia and his allies march into the north. Caught unawares, the Bernician forces are besieged within the great fortress of Bebbanburg.

It falls to Beobrand to mount the defence of the stronghold, but even while the battle rages, old and powerful enemies have mobilised against him, seeking vengeance for past events.

As the Mercian forces tighten their grip and unknown killers close in, Beobrand finds himself in a struggle with conflicting oaths and the dreadful pull of a forbidden love that threatens to destroy everything he holds dear.

With the future of Northumbria in jeopardy, will Beobrand be able to withstand the powers that beset him and find a path to victory against all the odds?


 

Excerpt



Prologue

EOFERWIC, AD 646

Beobrand was yet some way from his destination, but he halted his progress, holding himself still and silent in the darkness. His hand fell to the antler hilt of the seax that hung sheathed from his belt. Perhaps Coenred had been right. Maybe he should not have ventured out alone into the cool night-time shadows of the muddy streets of the walled settlement.

But surely he was safe here, in the heart of Deira’s capital. He listened for a long while, feeling foolish for his nervousness. Curse Coenred and his anxiety. The young monk had sown the seeds of fear in his mind and now every shadow held an imagined lurking danger.

A baby wailed, the sound thin and plaintive in the distance. All else was silent. The night was dry and, looking up, there were no clouds to cover the sharp, cold light of the stars and the curved bright blade of the rising moon.

Shaking his head at his own temerity, he pressed on. Much had changed in Eoferwic these last years, with new buildings being erected and old Roman ruins being repaired and returned to some semblance of their former glory. Some of the houses he passed were unfamiliar to him, but he knew the way well enough.

He would be at the church soon, and his heart quickened at the prospect of being alone with her, even if just for a few moments. Ever since that evening the week before he had scarcely been able to think of anything else. Her soft hair and the pliant lips that had brushed his filled his mind, blurring the rest of his thoughts behind the heat and brilliance of their memory.

When the message had arrived earlier that evening, Beobrand had struggled to appear uninterested. The missive had been brought by a hooded man, who slipped back into the darkness as soon as he handed the scrip of velum to Attor who was guarding the door. The wiry warrior had brought the note to Beobrand. They had peered at the scratchings on the stretched calfskin by the light of the candles in the hall, but neither Beobrand nor any of his gesithas knew how to read the markings that were usually penned by monks and priests. So he had sent for Coenred, who had been able to decipher the meaning of the words easily.

“It is Latin,” he had said, running his finger over the smooth sheet of vellum. “The writing is clear, the letters well-formed.”

Beobrand had not wished to know the quality of the penmanship. He had already decided who must have sent the message. She knew how to write and would have surmised he would turn to Coenred to explain the note’s meaning. And they both knew that Coenred would keep their secret; that he would be discreet.

Beobrand still harboured a simmering rage at Coenred for stumbling upon them the week before. He felt his face grow hot at the memory. Who knew what that night might have held in store if the young monk had not blundered into that quiet corner of the newly built monastery at Hereteu? But in helping them meet secretly this night, Coenred could redeem himself. After all, it had been an accident back in Hereteu, happenstance that had seen them interrupted by the monk after the briefest embrace.

“What does the message say?” Beobrand had asked, his words coming breathlessly, such was his excitement. He could hardly believe how she made him feel. He was as giddy as a child thinking of her. He had pushed thoughts of her deep down within himself for a long time. Years. But all of his passion and longing had resurfaced, the flames of his desire rekindled by the merest brush of her lips and a warm whisper in his ear.

Coenred had looked at him, a strange expression on his slender face. His delicate fingers had stroked the vellum, flattening it unconsciously as he stared at Beobrand.

“The words are simple enough, old friend,” he’d said. Meet at the church at moonrise. Come alone.

Joy had flooded through Beobrand. It was already dark and the moon would be up soon. He’d turned to leave, but Coenred had pulled him back, his slender fingers tugging at the woollen sleeve of his kirtle.

“Beo,” he’d whispered urgently, “do not do this thing. Think of the kingdom if nothing else. Even if you care nought for your own life, think of her. Think of her son… The king’s wrath will destroy you, should he find out what is between you.”

The young monk had been pale in the flickering light of the candles, his eyes glistening. Beobrand had shrugged off his grip and wheeled on him, anger rising. What did Coenred know of how he felt? It had been so many years since he had dared to feel anything like this. A small voice whispered within him that this was madness, that his friend was right. But Beobrand would not listen. He could not forget the scent of her, the lingering touch of her lips. He would not ignore the chance to be alone with her now.

“But nobody else knows of this apart from you,” he’d said, his voice a harsh whisper, as threatening as a blade being rasped over a whetstone. “So the king will not find out. Will he?” He’d fixed Coenred with a baleful glower. “Or are you planning on telling him?”

He was almost at the church now. The newly built stone structure was surrounded by open ground. He would be able to see its bulk when he rounded the next corner, but again, something made him hesitate. He stopped once more, breathing silently through his mouth. There was no sound. No wind stirred. The distant infant’s crying had ceased. So what caused his neck to prickle so? Could Coenred have been right? He had urged Beobrand not to go, or at least to take some of his men with him. “It could be a trap,” he’d said.

Beobrand had dismissed the younger man’s fears. Who else would have written the message to him, if not her? Few people could write and who, save for her, would believe that he would be able to find someone to read such a message?

And yet, like an animal sensing unseen hunters, Beobrand’s muscles tensed and bunched, ready for action. He was not so blinded by his lust that he could ignore his instincts; they had kept him alive for too long. He sniffed the air, but could smell nothing save the shit-stink of the mud-slicked streets. Cautiously now, he edged his way forward, keeping his left side close to the wall of the building he was passing.

He paused and listened.

Was that the whisper of a voice ahead? He could not be certain. Fingers of dread scratched down his back and he suppressed a shiver. He was sure of it now, there was danger out there in the darkness.

Silently, he slid his seax from its sheath, wishing now that he had listened to Coenred. He had slipped out alone from the hall where they were staying. Cynan, the tall, trusted Waelisc gesith, had questioned where he was going, rising to his feet as if to follow, but Beobrand had waved him away.

“Can’t a man piss in peace?” he’d answered and vanished into the night.

Gods, he was a fool. Alone and with nothing more than a seax to defend him should it come to a fight. Still, he was a match for any man who was stupid enough to attempt to steal his purse. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out from the shadows between the buildings and into the open area before the church. The moon had risen above the shingled roof and the night seemed almost bright after the deep shadows of the sheltered streets.

Beobrand swept his gaze around the cleared ground. The entrances to streets yawned black as raven’s beaks. Nothing moved. He could see no sign of her, or anyone else, near the church. How had he been so foolish? To think she would have come alone, into the dark streets of Eoferwic. He should turn away now, head back to the warmth of the hall and the camaraderie of his men. But instead, he stepped into the silvered moonlight, making his way towards the church. If there was even the slightest chance she might be there, he could not leave.

He sighed resignedly when the men stepped out from the shadowed lee of the building. He was unsurprised, though he knew not who they were. Still, he had many enemies and he should have known better than to trust that his wyrd would allow him to find happiness in a secret nocturnal tryst. Cursing himself silently for a fool, he rolled his head, loosening the neck muscles. A pitiful sense of disappointment washed over him, but as quickly as it came, it was smothered by a searing fury. He had come here seeking a love he knew was forbidden to him, a connection he had only dreamt of, but now he faced unnamed assailants in the night. Death and blood were all he would find here.

 

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The Serpent Sword (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 1) 

The Cross and the Curse (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 2) 

Blood and Blade (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 3)

Killer of Kings (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 4)

Warrior of Woden (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 5) 

Storm of Steel (The Bernicia Chronicles Book 6) 

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Other books by Matthew Harffy

A Time For Swords

Wolf of Wessex

Novella – Kin of Cain



 

Matthew Harffy



Matthew Harffy lived in Northumberland as a child and the area had a great impact on him. The rugged terrain, ruined castles and rocky coastline made it easy to imagine the past. Decades later, a documentary about Northumbria's Golden Age sowed the kernel of an idea for a series of historical fiction novels. The first of them is the action-packed tale of vengeance and coming of age, THE SERPENT SWORD.

 

Matthew has worked in the IT industry, where he spent all day writing and editing, just not the words that most interested him. Prior to that he worked in Spain as an English teacher and translator. Matthew lives in Wiltshire, England, with his wife and their two daughters.

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Check out Annette Hannah's fabulous #NewRelease — Wedding Bells at the Signal Box Cafe #Romance @AnnetteHannah

 



Wedding Bells at the Signal Box Cafe

By Annette Hannah


Here comes the bride...

Lucy Woods has always dreamed of running her very own wedding venue. After moving her eight-year-old son to the countryside she's surprised to find the perfect location and her best friend, Abbie, eager to help make that dream a reality! Too bad Abbie's older brother Dominic isn't keen on Lucy or their big idea!

As a divorce lawyer Dominic doesn't believe in love at first sight or wedding vows, he's seen them broken more times than he can count. But when Lucy arrives back in town, his hardened heart begins to crack.

Making her dream come true is a huge undertaking, but Lucy knows that The Signal Box Café is her chance to finally make something of her life. If only the irritating (and oh-so-gorgeous) Dom didn't make her imagine wearing a white dress and walking down the aisle...

Can Lucy and Dominic find a way to each other this summer or will the wedding bells chime for another couple?

 

Praise for Wedding Bells at the 


Signal Box Café

 

'Brimming with friendship and romance, this lovely book will charm your heart.'

Milly Johnson, Sunday Times Bestselling author.

 

 

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Annette Hannah


Annette Hannah is a Liver Bird who relocated to leafy Hertfordshire in the 80's and now lives near a river with her husband, two of their three grown up children and a crazy black cocker spaniel. She writes Romantic novels in settings inspired by the beautiful countryside around her and always with a nod to her hometown.

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