Predestination

From Absolution: A Question of Conviction: “She dropped the page as though it burned, a hand shooting to her mouth. My God! Bending forward from the waist, she sucked in lungfuls of air, spots swimming before her eyes. She struggled to her feet, feeling faint, and staggered to a wall cabinet where she stored a … Read more

From Proclamation: Poetry will be the death of me: “Thirty riders cantered along the bank beside the ditch, their horses’ breath hanging heavy in the chill air before it gradually dissipated into the never-ending mist. Their short capes fluttered behind them, but all else was still. As still as death. Even the trees hung limply, … Read more

From Divination: A Conspiracy of Blood: “At the front of the hall stood a man who seemed to bear the weight of his seventy-four years with a mixture of dignity and weariness. Mikołaj Kopernik’s white hair was thinning on top and extravagantly curly where it framed his face, a face whose deeply etched lines spoke … Read more

From Proclamation: Poetry will be the death of me: “Thirty riders cantered along the bank beside the ditch, their horses’ breath hanging heavy in the chill air before it gradually dissipated into the never-ending mist. Their short capes fluttered behind them, but all else was still. As still as death. Even the trees hung limply, … Read more

From Speculation: Undercurrents of Treachery: “The Tower of London loomed against the leaden April sky, its ancient stone walls seeming to absorb what little sunlight filtered through the clouds. John Dee pulled his cloak tighter against the chill wind coming off the Thames as he and Nicholas followed their escort towards the ancient fortress. “Have … Read more

From Divination: A Conspiracy of Blood: “Dee was almost vibrating with excitement. The innkeeper knocked again, even louder this time. “Master Kopernik?” “I’m not sure his hearing is great. He is somewhat old, you know,” explained Dee, reaching forward to try the handle. The innkeeper slapped away Dee’s hand and opened the door himself, swinging … Read more

From Restitution: Fire and fury: “Thomas glared at Ned, his face thunderous. “I suppose that ball’s walls were too thin? Eh? You useless churl.” He turned, ready to vent his ire toward the alchemist. “My lord,” Luis quickly ventured, his Spanish accent thick with nervousness. “The formula… this batch must have decayed since testing. Perhaps … Read more

From Resurrection: The Heresy of a Jesuit: “He lived for this. The Chase. Of course, he grudgingly thought. Normally, I am doing the chasing. Up a sandy path, slipping and sliding as hooves dug deep, shredding the sparse turf in their fury, climbing from the valley bottom toward the ridge that loomed above. Atop the … Read more

From Absolution: A Question of Conviction: “Catherine’s hands trembled as she set the letter aside and lifted the small wooden box beneath. Normally she would have considered it quite a pretty thing; its wax-polished surface gleaming, and the edges were carved with delicate scrollwork. A single acorn motif centred on the lid gave her a … Read more

From Absolution: A Question of Conviction: “She dropped the page as though it burned, a hand shooting to her mouth. My God! Bending forward from the waist, she sucked in lungfuls of air, spots swimming before her eyes. She struggled to her feet, feeling faint, and staggered to a wall cabinet where she stored a … Read more