“The horse’s hooves crashed out on the stone floor, echoing in the arched entrance. Ahead, the nave stretched, vast, empty, bathed in colour; the winter sun streaming through stained glass between great arches. The horse snorted, its measured steps ringing out on the flagstones and tombs.” ReligionAdventureHistorical FictionRenaissance17th CenturyRealistic FictionBritish LiteratureCivil War FictionEnglish Civil WarWar Fiction Book:Desecration: Winchester 1642 Source: Desecration: Winchester 1642
“The gun stood on its platform, staring out over the breastwork of earth and timber, out across the steep valley to the hill beyond; a flat-topped hill, a great field of wheat laid over it, ripening and shimmering in the late afternoon sun; a cornfield filled with an army, a Cornish army, a superstitious, idolatrous army; an army of half-wild, barbarous heathens; a cornfield and an army to be cut down; a sacrifice to be reaped. 'For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” ReligionAdventureHistorical FictionRenaissance17th CenturyRealistic FictionBritish LiteratureCivil War FictionEnglish Civil WarWar Fiction Book:The Keys of Hell and Death Source: The Keys of Hell and Death