Jane Jago's Blog, page 462
October 30, 2017
Never tomorrow
You are old, and that should be a sorrow
You should husband the time you have borrowed
Yet you fritter each day
As you laughingly say
What’s the worry, it’s never tomorrow
© jane jago 2017
October 29, 2017
Sunday Serial – IV
Jane Jago’s latest hard-hitting novel, serialised for you to enjoy!
The chopper settled like an ungainly bird and everyone held their breath. Then there was the most humongous explosion, followed by several smaller bangs. The boomer boys seemed to be counting.
“Three to go” one of them said, and two more explosions rent the air.
The silence stretched on, almost uncomfortably, before the last truly massive explosion uprooted several trees on the skyline.
“Clear to piss off,” the smallest boom...
You are old
You are old, and you are a disgrace
Should be modest and downcast of face
It is so deeply wrong
That you’re wearing a thong
And a peephole in black silk and lace
© jane jago 2017
October 28, 2017
Dying for A Poppy – Out Today!
September MDCCLXXVII
Britannia is sweltering under an unseasonable sun.
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The column of slow and ugly army supply lorries, left Londinium early in the morning, heading north-west on the main road to Viriconium. It was carrying a recently appointed Submagistratus of Demetae and Cornovii, his brand-new force of vigiles, their families and possessions and a...
The Thinking Quill
Dear Readers Who Write,
Moonbeam Farquhar Metheringham IV at your service, ready and willing to continue our little seminars on the ticklish topic of creating perfect literature. For those poor uneducated few whose unheeding eyes my fame may have passed, I will begin with a trifling resume of my achievements. I am the sole author of the classic ‘Fatswhistle and Buchtooth’ and I am now devoting much of my time and effort to the production of this ‘The Thinking Quill’ which offers insight into...
October 27, 2017
Friday Friends – Excerpt from The Heir (Verindon #1) by Lynne Stringer
[After tragedy struck, Dan Bradfield has offered Sarah Fendhardt a room for the night]
Dan pushed the door open and led me through.
We were in a kitchen. I broke out of my numb state long enough to notice that it was big, but then I stopped noticing. I followed Dan up another level to a hallway with a number of doors. Dan went to the second door and opened it, then he gestured for me to go in ahead of him.
I paid a little more attention this time. The room was a fair size and had a four-poste...
A Bite of… Lynne Stringer’s Dan Bradfield
This interview is with Dan Bradfield from Lynne Stringer’s novel The Heir (Verindon #1). Dan is a student at the prestigious Enterprise Academy in Connecticut and is from a wealthy family. At least, that’s what everybody at the school thinks, including Sarah Fenhardt, who’s secretly in love with him. Although sometimes she thinks there’s more to him than that …
Q1: What is the very best thing about being who you are and living where you live?
The best thing about who I am is the fact that I’v...
October 26, 2017
Coffee Break Read – An’s story…
‘… as it seems we have a while to wait I promised your wife I would tell you my story. But before I begin my part of the tale there are things I need to say about the thirteen houses, things that are secrets and must never leave these four walls.’ Her listeners nodded, so she carried on. ‘Many of the houses prize purity of line above anything. They marry cousin to cousin, and sometimes closer than that. This is, as anyone who breeds animals must know, not a good thing. The pure bloodlines of...
Making It Count
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So did you get that project done, the one miss said was due?
I’ve finished mine on time and started something new.
You coming to Merry’s party? You have to be there so
I can tell my parents and then they will let me go.
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So how’s the job coming along and did you get that raise,
The one you wanted for so long? Yeah, Uni’s a real daze.
I met someone the other day, we went out for a drink.
Did you get off with what’s their name? That one you liked, I think.
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So how’s the house hunt going...
October 25, 2017
My lady sings…
The call of the wind on the darkest night
The whisper of summer breeze
The sound of a skein of geese in flight
The movement of leaves on a tree
The dance of a barefoot child at play
The tears of the sorrowful and strong
The piper greeting the close of day
Are all notes in my lady’s song
Where hands on strings make music bright
Where nightingales serenade the light
Where unseen orchestras play
Where dancing demons skitter by
Where eagles dip their wings and fly
Where the goddess has feet of cl...
