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King Arthur's daughter... Rhianna Pendragon Four Lights stand against the Dark: The Sword Excalibur that was forged in Avalon, The Lance of Truth made by the hands of men, The Crown of Dreams that hides the Jewel of Annwn, And the Grail said to hold all the stars in Heaven. This series for young readers begins with a famous sword named Excalibur, which according to legend was thrown into a lake at King Arthur's request while he lies dying of wounds gained in battle against his evil nephew Mordred. It would have been a lot easier if he'd told his knights to keep the sword safe for his daughter Rhianna, but she's hiding in Fairyland and they aren't supposed to know anything about her. Besides, if they just gave her the sword there wouldn't be much of a story, and then we wouldn't get to meet Nimue, mermaid of the lake (who is not quite as sweet as you might think). Mordred, crippled in the duel with Arthur and plotting his revenge, soon finds out where the gir...

  Doody goes by many names: kaka, poo, poop, dog do or shite, to give just a few of the faves. And one thing we all have in common is that we come to fear it throughout our lives in different ways. When you’re trying to write a first novel, you’d damned well better fear going out to market it with doody all over your shoes: typos, grammos, hackneyed phrasing, slothful pacing, etc. Then, when it’s time to pitch the book, be sure: it’s frighteningly easy to send off a query that’s reeking of poop. But even later on, when we're somewhat established, we may feel threatened by the stink of many names. One day when we hear Duty call with what may be our big break we know we're right to tremble though we pray there's a chance that we'll end up with this:   Enough of generalities. Here’s my true scary story.    For over thirty years, I’ve had a thing for the ancient Roman and Greek classics. As I wrote in last month’s blog, I grew more and more intrigued by the study...