Why INSURRECTIO?

Good question!

It’s about characters under pressure, their failings and struggles. Strong, sincere characters like Aurelia Mitela, although worldly wise, think that everybody has good intentions and are ready to do their best. This may seem naive; they consequently become frustrated and angry when things turn out differently.  Those who exercise power in a consensual and […]

Addicted to adventure fiction?

Brought up on Treasure Island, Children of the New Forest, The Eagle of the Ninth, the Narnia books, it was hardly surprising that I developed a taste for adventure, spy and thriller books.

I did enjoy Heidi, What Katy Did and Little Women which were recommended reading for little girls at that time, but apart […]

Thank you, Conn Iggulden

With Conn Iggulden at History in the Court September 2015

You may have read how infected I’ve been with the fascination for Ancient Rome since at least the age of eleven. I’ve clambered over Roman Europe ever since, dragging members of my family along ancient cobbled roads, up towers and aqueducts and into theatres and arenas. But sharing […]

Carina's discovery of Aurelia's diaries

I originally started AURELIA with Carina, the heroine of the first three books, discovering her grandmother Aurelia’s personal diaries at their family farm in the country near Castra Lucilla. I loved bringing Carina and Conrad back in for a ‘guest appearance’. But then I looked at those scenes again, as did my structural editor and […]

1960s research and an alternate German federation

1960s fax machine

The most difficult things about writing a story in the late 1960s/early 1970s weren’t the clothes, hairdos, lack of traffic, old fashioned weaponry or spying techniques, but the technology and social attitudes. Mobile phones, laptops and social media just weren’t available. If you wanted people to know something, you put a notice […]

AURELIA - excerpt

I left my side-arm in the safe box in the vestibule and walked on past the marble and plaster imagines, the painted statues and busts of dead Mitelae from the gods knew how many hundreds of years. Only the under-steward was allowed to dust them; I’d never been allowed to touch them as a child.

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