His Lancastrian queen, Margaret of Anjou, rides south with an army of victorious northerners, accompanied by painted warriors from the Scottish Highlands. Winter 1461: Richard, duke of York, is dead-his ambitions in ruins, his head spiked on the walls of the city. There’s no point overdoing it.The brilliant retelling of the Wars of the Roses continues with Bloodline, the gripping third novel in the new series from historical fiction master Conn Iggulden. If you’ve read my books, you know an awful lot about the way I think already. If you’d like to get in touch with me leave a comment in the forum or you can tweet me I’ll leave it there for the moment. I suppose the one thing that links all those is the love of a good tale.
I love just about anything by David Gemmell, or Peter F. I still remember the sheer joy of reading my first Patrick O’Brian book and discovering there were nineteen more in the series.
I’ve always loved historical fiction as a genre and cut my teeth on Hornblower and Tai-Pan, Flashman, Sharpe and Jack Aubrey. My father loved working with wood and equations, but he also recited ‘Vitai Lampada’ with a gleam in his eye and that matters, frankly. Though it seems a dated idea now, I began teaching when boys were told only girls were good at English, despite the great names that must spring to mind after that statement. Perhaps crucially, he also loved poetry and cracking good tales. My father flew in Bomber Command in WWII, then taught maths and science. My great-grandfather was a Seannachie, so I suppose story-telling is in the genes somewhere. My mother is Irish and from an early age she told me history as an exciting series of stories – with dates. I do miss the camaraderie of the smokers’ room, as well as the lessons where their faces lit up as they understood what I was wittering on about. In truth, I can’t find it in me to miss the grind of paperwork and initiatives. I have enormous respect for those who still labour at the chalk-face. Gregory’s RC High School in London by the end of that period. I taught English for seven years and was Head of English at St. It’s what I always wanted to do and read English at London University with writing in mind. I have written for as long as I can remember: poetry, short stories and novels. I was born in the normal way in 1971, and vaguely remember half-pennies and sixpences.
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