Elizabethan London

Elizabethan London
Tyburn was an infamous execution spot west of London, used since medieval times. The Tyburn "tree" - a unique, multi-person gallows - erected in 1571 became a popular public spectacle, drawing crowds of thousands.Tyburn Tree blog is less blood-thirsty but hopefully topical, interesting and informative, if slightly bent to my personal topics of interest - books, writing, history, technology, with a smattering of politics and dash of pop culture, science and the downright strange. So "take a ride to Tyburn" and see what happens...

Tuesday, November 20, 2018


Hi everyone!

As a part of my IndieGoGo campaign to raise publishing funds, I've posted a short, exclusive  preview of the first three chapters of the new book Thieves' Castle.

I hope you find it enjoyable, fun and intriguing enough to make you want to read the entire book, and to help make that possible by helping out the funding campaign!

You can find the campaign at http:igg.me/at/thievescastle


Thieve's Castle Excerpt:

Chapter the First


The man’s feet slid in the muck as he crossed the open space of the laneway, the darkness yawning moist and thick around him. He leaned against the corner post panting, his breath harsh in the silence of the street. An unsheathed dagger glinted in one hand. The man glanced around, eyes straining at the darkness.

Ivy Lane stank. The smell was a mix of urine, dung and the foul rancid stench of offal drifting down from the butcher’s yards north of Newgate Street.

The man pushed himself away from the corner and turned hastily down the lane. The night was heavy and the darkness near complete, lit only by a handful of sputtering candles hiding behind the thin panes of windows. The dim yellow light of a small lamp hung outside one fathomless doorway.
Although the lane was cobbled, the stones were greasy with the accrual of filth and the endless tread of daytime commerce. The man paused, hearing the faint echo of feet behind him, the sound uncertain.

He cursed to himself and began to move down Ivy Lane with as much speed as the darkness and the uncertain footing allowed. He held the dagger at length in front of him, as though to hold the enveloping night at bay. The sounds seemed closer....

Check out the exclusive preview at:
https://bit.ly/2OSQEDG


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