Father Miquel followed the gaolers who were bringing Mme. Balterra back to her prison cell, and he asked to be admitted to consult with...

The red-haired priest looked around and spotted a girl of no more than seventeen years endeavoring to look busy for her supervisor’s...

“How did we get into this in the first place?” asked the priest. “As best as I can figure it, a bunch of people with torches in their...

The following is a brief excerpt from my latest novel, The Witch of Bastanes. If you enjoy this passage, my book is available on...

The black robed wonderer shuck the dust from his sandaled feet, before shouldering open the door to the bishop’s residence. In his...

Toledo, Kingdom of Castille: 1220 Fires raged, the smell of burning papyrus and vellum filling the air. Libraries palaces, synagogues...

An excerpt from The Witch of Bastanes Finally, Teresa combed her hair as best as she could, straightened her rags to look less...