Still meandering down memory lane. Couldn’t resist this one. The man referred to in yesterday’s post? Yeah, that’s him right there. What hope did I have? I’m only human, after all. At the end of our excavation season (yes, he was the dig romance that never ended), we clambered aboard one of the tiny wooden …

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Feeling a little sentimental. Might be the winter weather that’s doing it to me… this used to be the time of year I’d pack up and fly to warmer climes to excavate in Turkey. Or perhaps it’s the pending publication of my third novel which is, at its heart, a love story about a place …

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First sign that you should maybe pack it in for the day? When, rather than working on the plot for your next novel, you start arranging your Han Solo figurine in improbable locations. Witness for the prosecution – the tape dispenser. And, yes. That’s the tape dispenser that did the Kessel Run in less than …

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So now it seems that the antiquities stolen from Syria during ISIS’ short-lived caliphate are turning up for sale on Facebook. ‘But that can’t be right!’ I hear you cry (even if you didn’t). ‘What about the televised – and heartbreaking -destruction of Palmyra and the museum collections I saw on the YouTubes?’ Thing is, …

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‘He began the ascent before sunrise. Shards of cold desert air sliced through the rivulets of sweat streaming down his face and back. The shivering set him dancing like a marionette, teeth chattering and parched skin drawn tight across his bones…’ Want to see what happens next? Well, the good folk @macmillanaus have kindly set …

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… He was almost there. Everything was prepared. One final effort and the mountain would be conquered. He would retreat into the ancient sanctuary and heft shut the entrance behind him. Finding blessed peace at last, he would drop down into the dust, lay the stone in his lap, and await oblivion. As long as …

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Yes, that would be brand new copies of my last two novels, ‘The Honourable Thief’, and ‘The Water Diviner’, in the free little library I wrote about last week. So it’s now home to two of my books. Milton Street, Elwood. Too much? Too self-serving? So sue me if I want to share my work …

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