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My novels: a war remembered in the Rig Veda, a bookbinder who will not let go, a desert kingdom that lives by its wells, and a man who wakes on the same river shore every time he dies. All on Kindle.
Ten Kings · Book 1
Ten kings. One river. A people with nowhere left to run.
Sudas is twenty-four, king of the Bharatas, and his people are starving. They have crossed two rivers to reach the grass of the Parushni, and now ten kings have gathered to finish them: Purus, Anus, Druhyus, Turvashas, the hill peoples and more, a half ring of fires closing on a camp with its back to the water.
Ten Kings · Book 2
The fools, in their folly, split the Parushni.
Dhara is nineteen, a digger of water channels, granddaughter of a famous poet who has just gambled away his clan's last herd. When ten kings gather on the Parushni to crush the Bharatas and their king, Sudas, she offers them a weapon no song has a word for. She will split the river, hold its water behind the walls of a city nobody remembers building, and let it go on Sudas when he tries to cross.
Unread · Book 1
Every house in the city has a grey box that listens.
Tom is a bookbinder. With his thumb on a spine he can tell whether a book has been loved, and how, and by whom. He mends what can be mended and tells people the truth about the rest.
Unread · Book 2
On the page next door, another Thomas Calder mends books.
Cal is a hand bookbinder in a lane with no name on any map. His daughter Isla is seven, and alive. In the spring her fever came down on the third night, and that is all he lets himself know about it.
Unread · Book 3
Something has walked down to the end of Cal’s lane wearing his own face, the wrong way round.
It wants Isla. It cannot cross the kerb.
The Shore · Book 1
I have died more times than anybody who ever lived.
Paul Whitlow is fifty-four, a widowed boatbuilder with a cancer nobody can name and about three months to live. His oncologist, Neal Ford, is thirty-seven. But Paul has seen his face before. In family photographs from 1898, 1915 and 1926, the same young man stands at the edge of weddings and funerals, not a day older.
Standalone novel
One brother to love. One to hate.
Kushara is a desert kingdom that lives by its wells, and by its king's open hand. For thirty years old Bhadrasen has bought peace with gifts: silver to the north, horses to the desert clans, feasts for every lord who kneels. His people love him for it.
