Kirjahaku

Stories of courage, of honour and friendship, of love and selfless devotion, of hard times anddetermination. Stories of endurance, of humourand tears. Narrated in simple direct ways oftenlaconically, often self deprecating, wry goodhumor, rarely with bitterness and never withComplaint.Men and women the ancient Greeks wouldreadily identify with: But unlike the ancientGreeks immortalised in myth and legend, who will remember the stories, the trials andhardships, the battles and the successes outhere in the vast reaches of the western lands if Ido not write them down as they are narrated tome by the very people who live the stories.B W Hardi

I am by naturea thief...I steal to order.I amassed wealth beyond dreams of avarice.And then Felix the god of luck and cunning, the god of thieves deserted me. Imade a terrible mistake and my dearest friends were slaughtered like stunnedbulls, sacrifice to Mithras: Nor did the consequence of my mistake end withtheir deaths. My life and the life of all those I held dear fell down in ruin. Deathsnapped at my heels. I fled to Egypt and from there set out for Kathmanduwhich was about as far from Rome as I could at that time envisage.Along the dusty road I mourned my friends, the fate of my loved ones: Consequence, I realised too late is a harsh, unforgiving mistress.In Kathmandu I met Jeshua, a gifted healer, a scholar and a wise man. Threeyears later Jeshua gave me a sealed, cedar wood cylinder. He said it containedhis testament. He asked me to carry it to the very edge of Empire. To Britain, a cool, green isle of drifting rain, of changing skies and soft, mellow sunlight.I never left the isle.As for Jeshua's testament?Jeshua, the one the Good Abbot calls Jesu

During an Age of Crusade, Christendom was in turmoil.The Devil was loose in the shape and form of the dreadInquisition and its able captain; Descarbo, who will stop atnothing to gain possession of the Christos Letters, and usethe authority vested in the precious documents to reshapeChristianity according to dark dictates and the terrible rite ofthe Blood of Doves. Unopposed, he rules Christendom in allbut name, The Holy See silent and powerless.Finally only one man stands between Descarbo and thelooming collapse of the faith; Morgan de Montfort Knight ofthe Cross who shaped himself more, and yet less, that heintended. A cold, brooding knight who disdains the very faithhe champions. Yet serve the faith he must, if only to protectthe Hidden Fraternity who will be wiped out in the blink ofan eye should Christendom come tumbling down. To protectone he must save the other, therefore he has no choice but togain possession of the Christos Letters.Old Celtic blood flows in his veins. The spirit of hisancestor Dunnorix resides in his bones.Morgan de MontfortKnight of Dark Renown