To be honest –for which I will no doubt pay– sometimes it is tiresome keeping up a steady flow of interesting items on Facebook and elsewhere about my writing and books. The truth is, I’m writing and writing and writing and maybe that isn’t such exciting news. Anyway, here’s a brief extract from the draft of chapter 17.

The cave was larger than he expected. Along three sides ran low cots, little more than an odd assortment of rough planks hastily hammered together. In the farthest corner someone had built an open hearth, formed by an irregular circle of stones. Above the fireplace, a trail of soot snaked up the wall and disappeared through a narrow crack in the roof. Jon lowered himself gingerly onto a cot, his legs trembling, a dull pain in his chest oppressing him.

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