The Devil’s Princesses, or coffee and a crypt

From time to time, not just around Hallowe’en, I’m asked to speak at events or give a talk on witchcraft. Thanks to Piers Alexander and Anna at The Pigeon Hole, I found myself transported back to the 17th century recently, complete with sword fight, Huguenot weavers and a rollocking good reading. The party had been thrown to…

What a Difference a Year Makes…

Looks as though stamping my foot in rage worked…Looking back on my blog entry in Jan 2013, it’s clear that I felt very far from publishing the book, and would never have envisaged that a year later, it would all be done and dusted, bar the shouting of reviewers. It goes to show how swift…