A direct line to Paradise

Newly arrived from Virginia, Henry and Charlotte were entranced by Westminster Abbey. They had just spent two hours immersed in this Gothic-inspired royal church, full of tributes, memorials, the graves of remarkable people,  and not least, with its wonderful mellifluous bells. It already felt like this was going to be the holiday of a lifetime. AContinue reading “A direct line to Paradise”

The unreliable narrator: a Christmas mystery story

In writing not one, but two previous Christmas mysteries, I have come to be regarded as something of an ‘unreliable narrator’. One who misleads and beguiles the reader in order to gain advantage. Apparently, it’s a trope much loved by writers, but I have to say it’s not one I care for. After all, I’mContinue reading “The unreliable narrator: a Christmas mystery story”