Mad, bad and dangerous to know – Byron, the ultimate regency rake. George Gordon, Lord Byron died in 1824, but he lives on, not only in his poetry and as a national hero of the Greek War of Independence, but as an inspiration and a ‘type’ in romantic fiction, particularly regency romances.
By MC Dalton Hello, goeie dag, dumela, sawubona, g’day mate! My name is Michelle, but as you can see I write under a pen name. Born in South Africa, my husband, our almost five-year-old triplet boys, and I left our home in 2010 for a safer, better future here in Australia. I am a nurse,Continue reading “Meet Michelle!”
By MC Dalton I’ve never been the type of person who could honestly say, I had a ‘favourite’, favourite. What I mean by this is, there are too many things to like to simply only like the one thing – make sense? Don’t worry if I don’t, I rarely do, hehe. But, if I wereContinue reading “A Few of my Favourite Things…”
By MC D’Alton Sophie’s gaze ran up and down the long bronze list bolted onto the memorial. Her eyes blurred as she blinked back the tears. The soldiers forever immortalized, never to grow old: Corporal James Stewart. Lance Corporal Cassidy Newman. Lance Corporal Shamus Bailey Wilson. The names on the plaque stared back at herContinue reading “Sacrifice”
By Melanie Page Not marble nor the gilded monuments Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme, But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmeared with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword nor war’s quick fire shallContinue reading “Happy Birthday Mr Shakespeare”
Actually, these days, reading is something of a treat. I seem to have fallen down the rabbit hole into a strange, hand-wringing, hair-pulling, wine-sculling, chocolate-scoffing world of writing and editing. There I was, blithely going about my own business when a series of events, much like a large and well-dressed white rabbit scurrying past, precipitatedContinue reading “Hi, my name is Melanie and I’m a readaholic”
By Melanie Page “Gimme your money! Now!” Carly took one look at the dude in the balaclava, some kind of thin, black handled knife in his hand. Sorry boss, my six week, ladies self-defence class isn’t up to it. Another gust of frigid August misery came through the open door of the petrol station. OutsideContinue reading “A Dark and Aussie Knight”