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A slightly revised version of this story - much enhanced by Charlotte Holley's illustrations - has just appeared as an e-publication by Gypsy Shadow Publishing (http://www.gypsyshadow.com/MarksExcerpts.html#Fenella). I posted the unrevised version as a blog here ages ago!

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My novel Perilaus has had a number of stunning reviews, including three on the Amazon site (http://www.amazon.com/Perilaus-Mark-P-Henderson/dp/1606938126) from which the book can be purchased, two on the Barnes & Noble site (http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Perilaus/Mark-P-Henderson/e/9781606938126) from which ditto, one on Facebook... The book can also be purchased directly from the publisher (bookorder@aeg-online-store.com).

Here are some of the nice things that readers have said:-… Continue

THIS TALE IS DISGRACEFUL AND NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH

The anatomy dissecting room at medical school is an unsavoury place, not only because of the array of formalin-pickled cadavers in various stages of demolition that occupies the ranks and files of tables, but also because of the medical students who're doing the dissecting. They're young, most are living away from home for the first time, and - no matter how hard-working and dedicated - they're frivolous; especially the males. You trust… Continue

Fenella and the Magic Mirror

Fenella was growing up – and up. Whenever her father took a holiday from jousting and fighting and returned to his castle, he’d glance at his elder daughter, shake his head and declare her Unsatisfactory. Her mother, Lady Geraldine, was in despair. Despair, of course, is the proper condition for a lady whose husband spends most of his life away from home, jousting and fighting.

“A damsel should be fair and delicate, like your dear sister Felicity,” sighed La… Continue

DISAPPEARING ACT

By the time my friends and I had reached the age of eight or nine we’d become fascinated by the village allotments. We couldn’t get into them, so many of our fantasies involved doing so. Those allotments were barred from the world by a hedge so high that a galloping deer couldn’t have cleared it, and so thick and dense that a Centurion tank couldn’t have penetrated it. Nor could a mouse. The hedge was interrupted only by a single gate secured with a massive padlock, to w… Continue