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…

A Fortuitous Fortnight

They say it never rains but it pours – would this count as one of the worst opening lines ever? Try this for a writing exercise. Jot down the worst opening line ever. You’ll be surprised how difficult this is, once you put your mind to it. In the beautiful grounds of the National Trust…