Some stories call desperately to you and some just whisper haunting reminders that their time/destiny, whatever you want to call it, is upon them or is that you? "The One" has been resting for awhile. I like to do that with my stories. But now my only paranormal is being dusted off and the cobwebs swept away. Stand back, there may be some spiders with that web.So here we go, tread carefully - A little medieval magic goes a long way and in the village of Hafne they're stretching it to the limit. It's 1072 in Southern England and the village of Hafne is under siege. An ancient curse has hobbled them and now a Norman is at their gates. But Hafne is not just magical, here the women have the power. For our Norman warrior that's one battle he might want to do without.
I don't know how happy my hero Giles is with me. I think he mentioned once or twice that he never thought he'd battle a woman and lose. Not that there's any physical fighting going on, at least not with him and the women. Still, he's quickly learning that none of the rules he's ever learned will work with the people he now calls his or the keep that now bears his name.
And if he has any doubts that he might be in charge, just ask Vala.
"There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part." Bram Stoker