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10 April 2016

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: Annie Whitehead on TO BE A QUEEN

This week, we're pleased to welcome author ANNIE WHITEHEAD with her latest release,  TO BE A QUEEN, set in the early English medieval period of the Anglo-Saxon queen Aethelflaed. One lucky visitor will get a copy of To Be A Queen - this giveaway is open internationallyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.


One family, two kingdoms, one common enemy ...

This is the true story of Aethelflaed, the ‘Lady of the Mercians’, daughter of Alfred the Great. She was the only female leader of an Anglo-Saxon kingdom.

Born into the royal house of Wessex at the height of the Viking wars, she is sent to her aunt in Mercia as a foster-child, only to return home when the Vikings overrun Mercia. In Wessex, she witnesses another Viking attack and this compounds her fear of the enemy.

She falls in love with a Mercian lord but is heartbroken to be given as bride to the ruler of Mercia to seal the alliance between the two Anglo-Saxon kingdoms.

She must learn to subjugate her feelings for her first love, overcome her indifference to her husband and win the hearts of the Mercians who despise her as a foreigner and twice make an attempt on her life.

When her husband falls ill and is incapacitated, she has to learn to rule and lead an army in his stead. Eventually she must fight to save her adopted Mercia from the Vikings and, ultimately, her own brother.


**Q&A with Annie Whitehead**

What made you choose to write about Aethelflaed?

Many years ago, when I was a history undergraduate, I heard my tutor say of Ethelred of Mercia that “nobody knew where he came from.” This interested me and I felt that one day I would write his story, this man who appeared on the pages of history with no fanfare and no backstory. Years later, once I began researching, I realised that there was an even more compelling story, that of his wife, Aethelflaed. She showed incredible resilience, being married off as a ‘peace-weaver’ and yet evolving into so much more than a political pawn. It is clear that at first the Mercians did not take to her and yet somehow she became so beloved that they followed her even into battle. This remarkable woman has barely been written about, either in fiction or non-fiction.

That must have made the task of researching the novel quite difficult?

I think that one of the reasons she’s been neglected is that there is very little documentary evidence about her life. Although Mercia was a separate kingdom at the time of her birth, it eventually became a satellite of the kingdom of Wessex, and it was the Wessex kings who subsequently became kings of England. The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle was commissioned by Alfred the Great and written by monks of Wessex, so it tends to have a bias which reflects that. I was able to look at various other documents, though, and piece her life together. Of course, the fun for the historical novelist is filling in the gaps!

So how accurate is the book, historically?

I’ve only played with the chronology once, and I do mention that in the author’s notes. I gathered all the known facts and stuck to them. When using less reliable documents I’ve been careful to make suggestions, rather than assertions. I’ve filled in the remaining gaps as plausibly as I can. I’m a historian - when I read historical fiction, I understand that I’m reading a story, but I also want to be able to trust that it’s based on fact, and I hope that readers of ‘Queen’ will be able to experience that too.

Having studied this period for your degree, did you find it easy to turn it into fiction?
My historical training helped, in so far as I knew where to look and who to ask when I was researching the actual history. I had the story in my head and had developed the characters, but what I found difficult at first was the conflict between the historian in me, who knew that certain characters were present at specific events, and the writer in me who decided that these people didn’t move the story on and played no part in the drama - I hated leaving real people from history on the cutting-room floor! I also quickly realised that whilst I knew about the political history, I knew very little about how folk actually lived, so I had to do an enormous amount of research into their diet, the tools and weapons they used, their farming techniques and the sort of clothes they wore.

Can readers expect settings that they might recognise from things like Beowulf?

Not really, although in Anglo-Saxon England you’re never far away from a mead-hall! The period known as the ‘Dark Ages’ spans six centuries, which is about the same length of time from the Tudor period to present day, so there were great changes between the beginning and end of that era. My characters could perhaps be better described as ‘Early Medieval’ - they have sophisticated governments and laws, and there are no monsters, elves or dragons. I’ve tried to make the dialogue authentic but, unless I had to, I did not use Old English place-names. I’ve also simplified the personal names wherever possible, or given nicknames to make them easier on the eye. Although these people lived a long time ago, I don’t want them to appear too distant, or other-worldly; I wanted to give an insight into their world, but bring them ‘alive’ in the process.

Are you working on anything else?

My second novel, Alvar the Kingmaker, was released a few weeks ago and is also set in Mercia, about 50 years after ‘Queen’ ends. Once again, there are some very strong female characters in the story of the earl of Mercia who was pivotal during the reigns of four Anglo-Saxon kings. I’ve completed a third novel, also set in Mercia but a few centuries earlier, which I hope to release later this year or early 2017. I’m pleased to say that ‘Queen’ was long-listed for the Historical Novel Society’s Indie Book of the Year 2016 and I’m currently working on a novel which won a prize in the Mail on Sunday Novel Writing competition, although this one is not an historical novel.

Learn more about author Annie Whitehead

07 April 2016

Excerpt Thursday: TO BE A QUEEN by Annie Whitehead

This week, we're pleased to welcome author ANNIE WHITEHEAD with her latest release,  TO BE A QUEEN, set in the early English medieval period of the Anglo-Saxon queen Aethelflaed. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a copy of To Be A Queen - this giveaway is open internationallyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.


One family, two kingdoms, one common enemy ...

This is the true story of Aethelflaed, the ‘Lady of the Mercians’, daughter of Alfred the Great. She was the only female leader of an Anglo-Saxon kingdom.

Born into the royal house of Wessex at the height of the Viking wars, she is sent to her aunt in Mercia as a foster-child, only to return home when the Vikings overrun Mercia. In Wessex, she witnesses another Viking attack and this compounds her fear of the enemy.

She falls in love with a Mercian lord but is heartbroken to be given as bride to the ruler of Mercia to seal the alliance between the two Anglo-Saxon kingdoms.

She must learn to subjugate her feelings for her first love, overcome her indifference to her husband and win the hearts of the Mercians who despise her as a foreigner and twice make an attempt on her life.

When her husband falls ill and is incapacitated, she has to learn to rule and lead an army in his stead. Eventually she must fight to save her adopted Mercia from the Vikings and, ultimately, her own brother.


**An Excerpt from TO BE A QUEEN**

She slept, but only in short bursts. She would turn, and wake, remember that Wulfnoth stood guard outside her tent and lie down on her right side to drift off for a while, only to wriggle onto her left and wake up again. The noise from the walls was ever present, like bird song. For weeks she had lived with the shouting, hammering, scraping and banging. Shouts to muster were common-place, as were the yelled curses in the foreign tongue from within the walls. As with the dawn chorus, it would wake her once in a while, she would acknowledge it for what it was, and sleep on again through the disturbance. She had lain on top of the bed, too hot to sink under the covers, and now, having slept for a while, she woke up feeling chilly. Grabbing at a blanket, she settled down again, not yet refreshed enough to consider rising. She lay down and closed her eyes once more. Then it came to her. There was no battle noise, no sound of machinery. Trundling cart wheels, digging spades and thudding boulders; all had stopped moving.  
She sat up, pulled on her boots and left the tent. Wulfnoth had disappeared. She was not concerned; he would not have left her unless he knew it was safe to do so. With a growing sense of hope, she walked through a camp which was now near deserted. Dear God, they must have breached the walls, or the gates, or both. Coming to the edge of the encampment she saw the gates of the town hanging open, one almost off its great hinges. Beyond the open gateway, the Danes, surrendered and surrounded, had been herded together. A Mercian banner fluttered from the watchtower. A thegn on the tower pointed his sword at her and began a victory chant. It was taken up by those below, who all joined in, shouting their triumph in the name of their lady. But Æthelflæd was looking at Frith, who walked towards her with his sword still in his hand, hanging low, dragging.  He had blood on his face and his long hair was matted. He had his mail-coat on and she gave thanks for his innate tendency to be sensible at such times. But he walked like a wounded man, though she could see that he was whole.
    He bowed on one knee before her. “Lady, Derby is yours.”
    She put a hand on his shoulder. “Tell me. Who do we mourn?”
    His blond brows came together to form a single line above his eyes. Beneath those blue-grey eyes, dark shadows of exhaustion robbed him of his beauty. Careworn, fatigued, speaking carefully through a cut lip, he could give her no more than a list of names. “Helmstan, Ælfric, Eadwine, Wulfwine.” The rest of her personal guard.  “Eadric.”
She opened her mouth but stood, gaping. What did she think to say? No? You are wrong? I misheard you? Of course he was not wrong; he would not break his own heart with lies.  
He struggled to his feet and she squeezed his arm. Nodding towards the inner courtyard she said, “Do what needs to be done here. I will speak to Elfwen.”
She found her daughter in her tent. She wished that she could be like Frith, and give Elfwen a moment more of the world when it was right, before she plunged her into a deep lake where there was no light, only despair. But she knew that her face told Elfwen all that she needed to know. “Daughter, the town is ours. But many men died in the taking of it. Among them was Eadric.”
Elfwen gasped but shook her head, believing as her mother had not, that the news was false. “No, that cannot be.” But as she spoke, the words, having hit her ears as lies, must have come into her mind as truth, and she fell face down onto her bed and wept.   
Æthelflæd stood still and let her cry out the initial pain, knowing that there would be more, for days, weeks, mayhap even months to come.
When the first waves had left her body and the sobbing subsided, Elfwen sat up.
“How can you stand there like that? Do you not care?”
Æthelflæd flinched. She thinks I do not care because I do not weep. Once, many years ago, I would have thought the same thing. Oh, Dear Lord, I have loved and lost so often that I have forgot what the first time feels like. She took a step forward.
Elfwen put out her hand. “No.  Do not come near me. You are heartless.”
Æthelflæd lifted her chin and let her head fall back. Her mouth opened and a strange animal cry came forth from her. It rose from within her core, and shocked her with its force. She looked her daughter in the eye and said, “Oh God, if I had opened my heart upon every death and let out the part of me that died with them, it would not have the strength left to carry on beating.”
She left Elfwen alone with her tears. The girl would have to learn the hard way. There was no other.

Learn more about author Annie Whitehead

07 February 2016

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: JOSEPHINE MONTGOMERY on FITZGERALD HALL

This week, we're pleased to welcome author JOSEPHINE MONTGOMERY with her latest release,  FITZGERALD HALL, set in the 7th and 21st centuries. One lucky visitor will get a free ebook copy of Fitzgerald Hall - this giveaway is open internationallyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.

An historical fiction adventure charts a course from southern California to the magnificent Fitzgerald estate located in southern England where archeologists discover a 7th-century bed burial grave in Fitzgerald Hall meadows. Valeska, an Anglo-Saxon teenager, is unable to join her ancestors in the next world; she knows if her bones are removed from the burial bed grave, and archeologists take them to a laboratory for study, she can never join her spirit family. It will take the co-operation of people in the 21st century and there isn’t much time. Valeska needs someone to see and believe in her spirit that appears by the baptismal font, in the Anglo-Saxon church in Fitzgerald village, between Winter Solstice, around the 21st December through December 30th.

An Anglo-Saxon poem in Fitzgerald Hall library reads,
Did the sword of Wulfhere strike the blow
  That echoes through the meadows still.
  Eternity won’t settle scores
  When brothers of my tribe they kill.
 The graves and barrows of our land
  Are filled with men who did not fight

 The cowards killed us in our beds
 We’ll vanquish them come solstice night.

Q&A with Josephine Montgomery

An Anglo Saxon teen burial in an ornamental bed is an unusual subject, was it difficult to write?

I love of archeology and history and if I am inspired by an archeological discovery my imagination takes flight. The research can a lot take time because I base my stories on available, researched fact. The extraordinary 7th century discovery in Trumpington Meadows, England, offered unique insights into the origins of English Christianity.

What information did the archeologists discover from the bed burial?

Bed burials were a very limited Anglo-Saxon practice in the mid to later 7th century. The girl, aged around 16, was buried on a beautiful, ornamental bed with a pectoral Christian cross on her chest; it was probably sewn onto her clothing. The cross, fashioned from gold, was intricately set with cut garnets; the artifact dates this grave to be the very early years of the English church, probably between 650 and 680 AD. To be buried in this elaborate way, with such a valuable artifact, tells us the girl was undoubtedly high status or even royalty.

Where does the story take place?

It begins in San Diego, USA where three girls, university students, two American, one British, share a house. Chloe, the Brit, has no concept of domestic duties which doesn’t sit well with Anna the neat-nick. They accept Chloe’s offer to spend Christmas with her family in England, a chauffeur picks them up at London Heathrow airport and drives to Fitzgerald Hall, one of England’s Great Houses. The American girls soon realize why Chloe is inept at domestic chores, she has never done any. Emily and Anna had a challenging time adapting to life with the privileged, wet bath towels were left on the floor for the house maid to pick up, their beds were made, everyone dressed for dinner and it wasn’t done to thank the servants. As Lady Fitzgerald mentioned, ‘Servants are people too, but only on their days off.’  At dinner Anna and Emily meet two male British aristocrats, Chloe’s cousins, and so, from the 21st century to the 7th century, an extraordinary journey begins that will change the American girls lives forever.

As a Brit. how challenging was it to write from the perspective of American students in California?

Not too difficult, I lived in both Northern and Southern California. Also, my granddaughter, from London, England, was an exchange student in the USA and stayed with us during university holidays, along with her American student friend. I had to make sure when writing American dialogue that I did not use long, enunciated English words that are part of the vocabulary of the Upper Classes.

Does this book stand alone and do you have another book planned?

No, I am currently finishing my third book in the Fitzgerald Hall trilogy. I studied written and spoken Arabic at Amman University in Jordan and have traveled the Middle East extensively and may write my next book set in Egypt in the time of the Heretic Pharaoh, Akhenaten. 

Learn more about author Josephine Montgomery


Fitzgerald Hall draws on the British writer’s knowledge of the nobility and class structure in England and their struggles to keep the Great Houses of England from falling into ruin. Living and working in both Northern and Southern California heightens the writer’s awareness of the difference between England’s class structure and the California lifestyle.

04 February 2016

Excerpt Thursday: FITZGERALD HALL by JOSEPHINE MONTGOMERY

This week, we're pleased to welcome author JOSEPHINE MONTGOMERY with her latest release,  FITZGERALD HALL, set in the 7th and 21st centuries. Join us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a free ebook copy of Fitzgerald Hall - this giveaway is open internationallyBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb.

An historical fiction adventure charts a course from southern California to the magnificent Fitzgerald estate located in southern England where archeologists discover a 7th-century bed burial grave in Fitzgerald Hall meadows. Valeska, an Anglo-Saxon teenager, is unable to join her ancestors in the next world; she knows if her bones are removed from the burial bed grave, and archeologists take them to a laboratory for study, she can never join her spirit family. It will take the co-operation of people in the 21st century and there isn’t much time. Valeska needs someone to see and believe in her spirit that appears by the baptismal font, in the Anglo-Saxon church in Fitzgerald village, between Winter Solstice, around the 21st December through December 30th.

An Anglo-Saxon poem in Fitzgerald Hall library reads,
 
Did the sword of Wulfhere strike the blow
  That echoes through the meadows still.
 
  Eternity won’t settle scores
  When brothers of my tribe they kill.
 
 The graves and barrows of our land
  Are filled with men who did not fight

 The cowards killed us in our beds
 We’ll vanquish them come solstice night.

**An Excerpt from FITZGERALD HALL**

Chapter One
WHAT TO DO ABOUT CHLOE

“Chloe, there’s underwear and a wet towel on the bathroom floor again.”
     “Sorry, Anna, I’ll get them later, I’m drying my hair.”
     Anna glanced around the living room, her eyes fell on the coffee table, “and pick up the remains of your late night snack please, Chloe. That girl’s a slob,” said Anna slamming Emily’s car door shut.
     “Give her time she is trying,” said Emily backing her car down the driveway.
     “How much learning do you need to hang up a bath towel, it’s like living with a four year old, pick this up put that away? Chloe is lucky I haven’t strangled her with one of her long vowels,” said Anna.
     “They all talk like that, Anna”
     “What?”
     “She’s British they all talk funny, I like listening to her,” said Emily.
     “And so do all the guys,” snapped Anna.
     “We could ask her to give us elocution lessons,” said Emily laughing.
     “No thanks,” said Anna, “we might turn in to American slobs with a British accent.”
     “I’m working at the Chinese restaurant after class, I’ll bring take-a-way for dinner and we can decide what to do about Chloe,” said Emily.
      Anna had finished setting the table for dinner when she heard Emily’s car door slam. Chloe’s lack of the most basic house-keeping skills were a constant source of irritation to Anna, a decision had to be made, renew the lease on the house or look for an inexpensive apartment for two.
       “I’ve warmed serving dishes and set the dining room table,” said Anna, “let’s eat, I’m starving.”
     Emily watched Anna carefully empty the food containers into warmed dishes and carry them into the dining room where chopsticks, serving spoons and napkins were neatly laid out on a white tablecloth. Chinese food tastes better when eaten from take-out cartons, thought Emily, preferably sitting on the floor around a coffee table.
     “It’s obvious Chloe really gets on your nerves,” said Emily after dinner, “but we can’t afford a nice house like this without her rent money.”      
     “I know,” said Anna, “Chloe pays her share of expenses on time and if she uses the last of anything she always replaces it. I like Chloe, she has a great sense of humor and is a genuinely nice person, but it’s her ability to live in total chaos that drives me nuts.”
     “Maybe her Mom waited on her hand and foot,” said Emily and that’s why she hasn’t a clue how to cook, dust, use the vacuum cleaner or do laundry. Remember St. Patrick’s Day when you asked her to chop up the cabbage and cook it?”
         “I’ll never forget it,” said Anna, “that was the first time I’d eaten boiled lettuce and ham, I guess in the fridge iceberg lettuce does resemble cabbage.”
     Their laughter was interrupted by the insistent ring of the doorbell.
     “That’s Chloe, she’s forgotten her key again, at least it isn’t one o’clock in the morning,” said Anna.
     “Sorry, forgot my key,” said Chloe. “The restaurant gave me a blueberry cheesecake it’s a bit squashed so they couldn’t use it, let’s sit round the coffee table and eat while we discuss our plans for Christmas. If you two aren’t going home for the holidays I have a suggestion.”
     Chloe flung her coat over the back of a chair, kicked off her shoes in different directions and put the cheesecake on the coffee table, Anna winced as blueberries slid off the serving knife and fell in squishy, purple blobs over the glass topped table. 
     I hope Chloe doesn’t suggest we all stay home and cook Christmas dinner, thought Emily, Anna’s nerves couldn’t stand the mess.
     “My suggestion is we all go to the Mission and help serve Christmas dinner to the less fortunate,” said Anna.
     “That’s a really nice idea, Anna, but I was hoping you and Emily would accept an invitation to my home in England.”
     “England,” said Emily, “we’re American university students we can’t afford the airfare to England, we’d starve if we didn’t work part time in restaurants and bring home leftovers.”
     “You wouldn’t have to buy a ticket, I have enough frequent flier miles for all of us if we travel coach class. Think about it and let me know tomorrow, I need to phone Mother if you decide to accept. I’m off to bed the restaurant was really busy tonight.”
     Emily and Anna looked at each other in disbelief.
     “What do you think Anna, should we accept?”
      “I’m not sure, we don’t know anything about Chloe’s family, she always changes the subject when we ask questions,” said Emily. “I’ve read that some people in England still live in little brick houses with a toilet at the end of the yard. Maybe Chloe swept floors with a broom and that’s why she never learned to use a vacuum cleaner.”
     “You’ve read too many historical novels,” said Anna. “We can’t tell her we don’t want to live with her because she’s too messy and then accept a free trip to England.”
     “Let’s sleep on it,” said Emily, we’ll decide tomorrow.”
     Two weeks later the girls were packing to spend Christmas in England.
     “I’ve just spoken with Mother,” Chloe shouted from her bedroom, “it’s snowing and it looks like we’ll have a white Christmas in England.”
     “I don’t have snowy weather clothes,” Anna called back.
     “Neither do I, said Emily, we’re California beach girls.”
      “Don’t worry about it,” said Chloe, “pack a couple of casual outfits, Mother will provide the rest. Oh, I nearly forgot, she asked if you would mind sharing a bedroom, it’s a bit small but we’ll have a full house this year.”
     “A little room, Mother will provide clothing,” whispered Anna, “we’ll probably be sleeping in the attic and tramping around in snow wearing Mother’s old flowery frocks. What have we got ourselves into?”

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Learn more about author Josephine Montgomery


Fitzgerald Hall draws on the British writer’s knowledge of the nobility and class structure in England and their struggles to keep the Great Houses of England from falling into ruin. Living and working in both Northern and Southern California heightens the writer’s awareness of the difference between England’s class structure and the California lifestyle.

15 March 2015

Author Interview & Book Giveaway: Carol McGrath on THE SWAN-DAUGHTER

This week, we're welcoming author Carol McGrath, whose latest title is THE SWAN-DAUGHTER, book #2 of The Daughters of Hastings trilogyOne lucky visitor will get a free copy of The Swan-Daughter - this giveaway is open worldwideBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb. 

It is 1075 and Dowager Queen Edith, widow of Edward the Confessor has died. Her niece Gunnhild, longs to leave Wilton Abbey where she had been a guest since 1066. Is her suitor Alan of Richmond, Breton knight and cousin to King William interested in her inheritance as the daughter of King Harold and Edith Swan-Neck or does he love her for herself? And is her love for Count Alan an enduring love or has she made a mistake. Then there is Count Alan’s younger brother! The Swan-Daughter is a true eleventh century tale of elopement and a love triangle.

Praise for The Swan-Daughter

‘A wise and lyrical evocation of the lives of women in the aftermath of the Norman Conquest, and high romance in the true sense of the word. A captivating read.’ Sarah Bower , best- selling author, Needle in the Blood.

‘She [Carol McGrath] brings the 11th century alive, packing in a wealth of well-researched detail. Her style is easy to read and her Gunnhild is a rounded and sympathetic character.’ The Historical Novels Review, February 2015.

** Q&A with Carol McGrath**

I would like to thank Unusual Historicals for this opportunity to talk about my writing practice and specifically about The Swan-Daughter, the second novel in my 1066 Daughters of Hastings series. I stress that while it is part of a Trilogy, The Swan-Daughter is a stand- alone novel.

Is writing something you have always wanted to do?

I have always wanted to be a writer. As a child I made my own books. Many of these were witch stories or rewrites of adventure stories such as The Island of Adventure. As a teenager I was obsessed with history and was determined to study it at University. I did! I studied History, English and Slavonic Studies at Queens University Belfast. I taught History, even ran a High School History Department but, importantly, I was ever a great reader and my advice to all prospective writers is to read widely. Once I grew up, I never had time to write because I had children, a busy home, husband and career.  I began writing seriously when I attended Oxford University Continuing Education day classes and for several years became part of a fabulous group that included writers who had successful writers in their families. One of these writers was Antonia Fraser’s niece. One Christmas, Eliza’s family read the first chapters of my novel, not one actually published, but one about love, linen and suffragettes set in 1910-12. That was special and I felt honoured that they loved it. It was also encouraging that so long ago a creative writing teacher wanted me submit my work to agents. I never did. At that time writing was an interest only. And it was such fun! I wrote because it was a passion. Now, I am thrilled to have reached a standard where I feel I can share my passion with readers.

What is your experience of writing courses and workshops? Can they really help writers?

No man or woman is an island. These workshops and courses can be helpful on, at least, a basic level. I studied on The Diploma in Creative Writing at Oxford University, a two year part time course to study writing poetry, plays and prose. Two years later, I gave up teaching to take an MA in Creative Writing at The Seamus Heaney Centre, Queens University, Belfast. When I achieved a distinction on this MA, Andrew Motion, the MA’s external examiner, invited me onto his PhD course at Royal Holloway, University of London. This I completed at MPhil writing a 35k thesis on How Romance Tempers Realism in Historical Fiction as well as my debut novel The Handfasted Wife.  I think academia worked for me. I thought a lot about the process of writing, gained confidence and honed my writing skills. My advice to writers is that if you chose this route thoroughly research creative writing MAs and, especially, doctorates very carefully. I was lucky. I met great tutors and writers and was writing in a fabulously creative environment especially whilst studying prose and poetry in Ireland. Writing courses and workshops do not necessarily make you a writer but they can foster that gem of ability that you may already have. I experienced a long apprenticeship and I value this. I did it, not especially to be published; this happened along the way. I did it because I love writing and want to learn to write as well as I possibly can. It is not the only way to become a traditionally published author as we all know. I think workshops and courses can be uplifting and encouraging. They help you create a network of writing friends.
  
You write Historical Fiction. What comes first, the research or the story? What are your feelings about historical accuracy in Historical Fiction?

This is a very pertinent question and one I am speaking on at The Alderney Literary Festival next week with Simon Scarrow. I believe both do matter. Accuracy matters as far as one can be accurate but obsessive accuracy can push an author into the realms of historical non- fiction. I research thoroughly, often to achieve atmosphere, but am aware too that to be accurate about the women who lived in the period I write about and the many facts concerning The Norman Conquest and its aftermath, one needs to understand provenance. Who wrote the source and why? Primary sources can give the writer a strong sense of that past, its atmosphere and preoccupations. I think for my current writing period the 11th C, it is important to understand religion and politics of that era. Women were the footnotes of this history but it is possible to research the society they lived in, its laws and its every-day life. I want to recreate that world, to know for example, little details that enliven it such as how they brushed their teeth. Then, I want to place my characters, real and invented personalities in that very strange world. But I want my characters to lead my plot. I do plan the narratives but the stories can change as I write. I am always aware that I am writing a story, not a history book. Story matters. As for accuracy where characters are concerned, we do not actually know, as a rule, what these long ago people really thought or what their conversations truly were. However we can invent in an informed way and bring them to life in a work of fiction. 

What inspired you to write The Swan-Daughter?

When I discovered that there was so much to the story of the noble women of 1066, especially the Godwin women, albeit snippets in sources, I was hooked. These noble women were strong personalities. The Handfasted Wife was influenced by The Bayeux Tapestry. The Swan-Daughter came about because, whilst researching The Handfasted Wife, I discovered the Anselm letters between Harold’s daughter Gunnhild and Archbishop Anselm, written circa 1090. In these the Archbishop tells Gunnhild that she had eloped from Wilton Abbey which was wrong in his eyes as she should have taken vows, though he appreciated there had been feeling between her and Count Alan. ‘Feeling’. Amazing that this is said in an era of dutiful arranged marriage and said in a letter by a Norman Archbishop! The letter states that that since Count Alan has died it is a further wrong that Gunnhild has taken up with his brother and that no good would come of this. The Archbishop begs her to return to Wilton Abbey. I used the historical background of castle building and land grab for the fictional story and as I was fascinated by emergent Anglo-Norman romance I worked Tristram and Iseult into the love triangle aspect of it. Really, this novel is a mix of invention and fact. Above all, The Swan-Daughter is a story of two people ill-suited to each other and what happens next, particularly as Gunnhild was officially confined by the societal dictates of her time.

What do you consider the secret of writing successful historical fiction?  

Invent characters whose journey a reader wants to follow and more than this, wants to inhabit for the duration of the journey. Recognise what it is to be human. Recognise the limitations facing a character when he/she breaks the rules of the time they inhabit. Research well but bury that research in the story. Think about a story’s theme and incorporate delicious little details into the world of that story so that the reader is hoodwinked into entering a past world and, importantly, is hoodwinked into believing in it. Above all, remember that we are writing fiction and telling stories. We are not writing history books.


Many thanks to Unusual Historicals for hosting me today. Comment. There is a copy of The Swan-Daughter available internationally for a lucky reader. 
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The Swan-Daughter by Carol McGrath published by Accent Press 11th December 2014

The Swan-Daughter is available from all good bookshops and on amazon.co.uk and amazon .com and all e readers.

About the Author

Carol McGrath lives in Oxfordshire, England with her husband and family. She taught History until she undertook an MA in Creative Writing at The Seamus Heaney Centre, Queens University Belfast, followed by an MPhil in Creative Writing at Royal Holloway, University of London. Her debut novel, The Handfasted Wife, first in a trilogy about the royal women of 1066 was shortlisted for the RoNAS, 2014 in the historical category. The Swan-Daughter is second in the trilogy and published in 2014. It is also a stand- alone novel. The third, The Betrothed Sister, set in the medieval Ukraine and Denmark, and about Harold’s elder daughter will be published in 2015. Carol can often be discovered in Oxford’s famous Bodleian Library where she undertakes meticulous research for her novels. Find Carol on her website:



12 March 2015

Excerpt Thursday: THE SWAN-DAUGHTER by Carol McGrath

This week, we're welcoming author Carol McGrath, whose latest title is THE SWAN-DAUGHTER, book #2 of The Daughters of Hastings trilogyJoin us again on Sunday for an author interview, with more details about the story behind the story. One lucky visitor will get a free copy of The Swan-Daughter - this giveaway is open worldwideBe sure to leave your email address in the comments of today's post or Sunday's author interview for a chance to win. Winner(s) are contacted privately by email. Here's the blurb. 

It is 1075 and Dowager Queen Edith, widow of Edward the Confessor has died. Her niece Gunnhild, longs to leave Wilton Abbey where she had been a guest since 1066. Is her suitor Alan of Richmond, Breton knight and cousin to King William interested in her inheritance as the daughter of King Harold and Edith Swan-Neck or does he love her for herself? And is her love for Count Alan an enduring love or has she made a mistake. Then there is Count Alan’s younger brother! The Swan-Daughter is a true eleventh century tale of elopement and a love triangle.

Praise for The Swan-Daughter

‘A wise and lyrical evocation of the lives of women in the aftermath of the Norman Conquest, and high romance in the true sense of the word. A captivating read.’ Sarah Bower , best- selling author, Needle in the Blood.

‘She [Carol McGrath] brings the 11th century alive, packing in a wealth of well-researched detail. Her style is easy to read and her Gunnhild is a rounded and sympathetic character.’ The Historical Novels Review, February 2015.

** An Excerpt from The Swan-Daughter, Chapter One**

It had been so easy to take it. 
            As Wilton Abbey’s bell tolled for her dead aunt’s midnight vigil, everyone- priests, nuns, novices, postulants and girls- passed through the archway into the chill of St Edith’s chapel. Gunnhild hovered near the back of the gathering. When the nuns’ choir began to sing the first plainsong, she lifted a candle from a niche close to the doorway, cupped her free hand around it and slipped out into the cloisters. She hurried along a pathway through overhanging shadows until she reached her aunt’s apartment, rooms that were set away from the main abbey buildings. Pushing open the doors she crept into the reception hall, crossed her aunt’s, the dead queen’s antechamber, the great bed-chamber and finally into Aunt Edith’s vast wardrobe. I must find it because when I do I shall have a suitable garment to wear when I leave this place. I must take it before it is given to that dwarf, Queen Matilda.
She set her candle in an empty holder on a side table a little distance from the hanging fabrics and stepped into the space between wooden clothing poles. Frantically, her fingers began fumbling amongst Aunt Edith’s garments.  Which one was it? No, not those woollen gowns, nor the old linen ones either. No, look again.
Gunnhild moved along a rail by the wall fingering linens and silks until finally she found what she sought at the very end. She reached out and touched the overgown, pulled it down and took it out into the candlelight. Its hem was embellished with embroidered flowers- heartsease or pansies- in shades of purples and blues with centres of glistening pearls. Her aunt had worn it when Gunnhild had first travelled to be with her in Winchester for the Pentecost feast of 1066, just after Aunt Edith’s husband, King Edward, had died and Gunnhild’s father was crowned king. She had remarked then to Aunt Edith that heartsease was her favourite flower and Aunt Edith had lifted her hand, smoothed it along the silk and said, ‘One day, this dress will belong to you.’
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The Swan-Daughter by Carol McGrath published by Accent Press 11th December 2014

The Swan-Daughter is available from all good bookshops and on amazon.co.uk and amazon .com and all e readers.

About the Author

Carol McGrath lives in Oxfordshire, England with her husband and family. She taught History until she undertook an MA in Creative Writing at The Seamus Heaney Centre, Queens University Belfast, followed by an MPhil in Creative Writing at Royal Holloway, University of London. Her debut novel, The Handfasted Wife, first in a trilogy about the royal women of 1066 was shortlisted for the RoNAS, 2014 in the historical category. The Swan-Daughter is second in the trilogy and published in 2014. It is also a stand- alone novel. The third, The Betrothed Sister, set in the medieval Ukraine and Denmark, and about Harold’s elder daughter will be published in 2015. Carol can often be discovered in Oxford’s famous Bodleian Library where she undertakes meticulous research for her novels. Find Carol on her website: