Eboracum: The Village by Graham Clews

Within minutes of opening the book, I could sense that Mr. Clews is an exceptionally gifted writer whose ability to immediately captivate the reader is far and above the best I’ve seen in a long time. Here are two samples of Mr. Clews’ writing: “Form the men up, and do it fast,” Gaius muttered, and glanced skyward. Thunderous black clouds scudded south on a gusting wind; and while the rain was no longer heavy, it lashed hard at the skin and stung the eyes.” (page 1) “Yes, sir.” Rufus offered a gap-toothed grin, framed by a helmet that dripped rain onto a lorica that wept streaks of rust.” (page 2)...

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