The Spirit of the Age
Town meets Country. But are they ready for each other?
Married off and exiled, young Muslim townie Skandi Khan starts a new life in rural Dorset. Her neighbors – hapless James, charmless Roger, prickly Stephanie, and soul-eating sea-demon Sireen – are friendly, and Skandi takes to the police force as if born to it. If she can just sort out her marriage.
But after a local gangmaster turns up dead, events take increasingly shocking turns. Among the cast of thousands there are posh people… a lot of them. And possibly witches.
In the midst of murder, mayhem and marriages, can anyone win through to happily ever after?
About the Author
Three score years ago a mother and father in England brought forth David Melville Edwards. I was named for an Uncle who was killed on H.M.S. Hood. I was born at a time when rationing and import controls were still in force. There were multiple British car, aircraft, steel, ship and computer manufacturers. And Britain’s rulers were a patrician clique harbouring delusions of grandeur (little diminished after the Middle Eastern adventure that was Suez came unstuck) who told us that we had never had it so good.
Before University I hadn’t recognised Science Fiction or Fantasy as separate genres, but over long evenings in hotel rooms I devoured Terry Pratchett, Julian May, Robert Jordan, JRR Martin, Tom Holt, Robert Rankin, CS Lewis, as well as crime writers such as Ian Rankin, and some of my wife’s chick-lit. For instance, Jenny Colgan’s “Working Wonders”; surely she must have spent time working at Coventry City Council!
I learned to write writing software. The specification might and does frequently include the computerese equivalent of ‘with one bound he was free’, but once it is turned into code everything has to work. In my case, there was never any question of airliners falling out of the sky, but trucks loaded with Scotch Whisky might and did leave the warehouse carrying cases listed on the delivery documentation that did not appear on the invoice. You’re taught to break things down into manageable pieces, but at the heart of every computer system there is always something large and over-arching that you have to keep sight of; the reason why it was decided to automate it in the first place. And so I have found writing novels. Chapter by chapter within the the overall structure of the plot.
It’s a funny old world, changing yet changeless, and I hope to continue having fun fantasizing about it.