Here’s the first part of my new novel, the third in The Lost King series about the resistance to the Norman Conquest of England.
I heaved the body of the fisherman out of the boat. The corpse lay upon the water, the blood seeping from the stab wound in the neck. The fishes he had hunted for so many years swam closer, scenting blood.
‘You had to do it,’ Anna said.
I stared at her. All I could think of was William.