The Saxon Wolves by Penny Ingham #BookReview #BlogTour

Britain 455AD. The Roman Empire has fallen. As the daughter of a king and a priestess of the sacred grove, Anya's life in Germania is one of wealth and privilege - until she dares to speak out against the high priest's barbaric human sacrifices. Her punishment is exile. Forced to leave her homeland, she sails to Britannia, to an island that is sliding into chaos and war, as rival kingdoms vie for power. Alone and far from home, Anya must learn to survive amidst the bloodshed, treachery and intrigue of fifth century Britain. Can she find a place to belong - a home, a hearth, a welcome?

I'm delighted to be one of the hosts for the first leg of the blog tour for The Saxon Wolves today, alongside two fabulous bloggers -  Cathy at What Cathy Read Next and Zoe at Zooloo's Book Diary. Many thanks to Penny Ingham and Rachel Gilbey from Rachel's Random Tours for inviting me and for my digital copy of the book.

The prologue of The Saxon Wolves places Anya, Saxon princess and…

Unlawful Things by Anna Sayburn Lane #Extract


A hidden masterpiece. A secret buried for 500 years. And one woman determined to uncover the truth. When London tour guide Helen Oddfellow meets a historian on the trail of a lost manuscript, she’s intrigued by the mystery – and the man. But the pair are not the only ones desperate to find the missing final play by sixteenth century English playwright Christopher Marlowe. What starts as a literary puzzle quickly becomes a quest with deadly consequences...

The mystery Unlawful Things is the debut novel by Anna Sayburn Lane. 

I'm delighted to be featuring a publication day extract from Unlawful Things by Anna Sayburn Lane today. I absolutely love the sound of her debut novel and am really looking forward to reading it.


Chapter one:

At first, he thought he’d been punched. A dull thud, low in his back. He spun around as hands yanked at his jacket, scrabbled for the inside pocket. He’d hidden the book just in time. The man yelled in his face, demanded to know where it was.
He pushed back, fingers jabbing for his attacker’s eyes. With tremendous effort, he broke free of the man’s grasp, staggered towards the road and tried to shout for help, his voice ragged in his ears. But his legs felt heavy and unreliable, as if he were wading through water.
His assailant was gone, a shadow dissolved into the dark of the churchyard. He tried to get his breath. It was cold. His heart began to thump faster, a panicky, urgent rhythm that told him something was wrong. Really, properly wrong. He fumbled to loosen the tie that constricted his throat. He needed help. There were lights close by: a London pub. He stumbled to the door and pushed his way in. It smelled of warm beer. A handful of men looked up.
‘Shit! You’re bleeding, mate.’ A man with wide eyes, staring at the floor beneath his feet.
His trousers were soaked through, he realised, sticking to the back of his thighs. He brought his hand round from the ache in his back, held it before his eyes; it was gloved in red. A million flies buzzed in his ears as he struggled to make sense of what he could see. The glare hurt after the dark churchyard. The world lurched.
He fought to stay conscious as hands helped him into a chair. Voices were raised, calling for someone to ring a bloody ambulance, there’s a bloke here’s been stabbed. A woman emerged from the wall of bodies and pressed a cloth against his side. The buzzing was so loud now, he couldn’t hear the words coming from her pale lips. She was trying to help. Surely someone would know what to do, someone could stop this. He looked down, saw a dark pool around the chair. Oh, Christ.
He didn’t have much time. He needed to tell someone. He reached out, saw the woman recoil as he smeared crimson onto her white T-shirt.
‘Cut,’ he said. ‘Cut is …’ His chest heaved and his mouth filled. He leaned forward and spat. A string of bloody mucus hit the floor, splashed onto work boots and trainers. He looked up at the woman, apologetic. He searched her face for a sign of compassion. She was young and frightened. Tears started in his eyes.
He wiped his mouth on his sleeve. ‘Cut is the branch,’ he said. ‘Tell her. Cut is the branch …’
He felt pressure building in his chest. If only he could get his breath. But he knew, now. His mind fixed for a second on another woman’s face, troubled and uncertain, sweet. Is this the face? he thought, words swimming through his brain. Was that the face?
The smell of booze and sweat receded. A Deptford pub, he thought. How very appropriate. He wanted to laugh. The laugh became a cough, and then the blood came.

Wow! How's that for an opening chapter that demands you keep reading?! I know I definitely want to find out what happens next. Thank you so much for providing this extract today, Anna. I hope you have a wonderful publication day and I wish you all the best with Unlawful Things.

Unlawful Things can be purchased from Amazon US or Amazon UK and is also available on Kindle Unlimited. The novel was shortlisted for the Virago/The Pool New Crime Writer Award.

About the Author
Anna Sayburn Lane is a journalist, short story writer and debut novelist. She’s inspired by the history and contemporary life of London, where she lives. 
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