Monday, August 31, 2026

Crescent and Cross - A Novella of Radu III the Handsome, brother of "Dracula"

Some novels are epic and delve deep into the lives of historical figures over many years, while others, though short, still manage to surprise the reader with key historical events and powerful character tension.  I have been a fan of Lisa J Yarde for many years. Crescent and Cross was one my favorite of her novels. It is truly an important book, one that must be read, discussed, and whose characters will leave a mark for decades to come. As a historical novelist I was once again blown away by Lisa J Yarde's depth of research and fine prose. This was another pleasurable read.

Crescent and Cross follows the life of Prince Radu of Wallachia, son of Vlad II Dracul. It begins in the year 1444 when as an eight year-old boy, he is taken hostage by Murad II, the Ottoman ruler, together with his older brother Prince Vlad, the teenager who will in later years become known as Vlad the Impaler and in literature, serve as the 19th century inspiration for the mythical vampire, Dracula.

This is a novel of abduction, abuse, betrayal, revenge, loss and in a sense its main character, Radu, comes to embody a loneliness that haunts the reader long after the last page. This novel moved me, invited much introspection, and I hope that others will read it because it asks questions that are truly pertinent today.

At its core it is a story of two extremes. Two Wallachian princes, whose father had long battled with the Ottomans, suffer captivity and alienation in Ottoman lands. 

One of them, Vlad, is rebellious, often beaten by his captors; he shamelessly exhibits his dragon pendant - a gift from his father who was made knight of the Order of the Dragon in 1431 - and proves to be unbreakable, spending his years in captivity to formulate a revengeful plan that will make history. 

The other, Radu, is peace-seeking and kind, he seeks to understand, to compromise, he converts to Islam and while he wears his own dragon pendant, he is too fearful about it being seen so conceals it beneath his clothing. He is able to bend. He remains ever open and learns from his Ottoman captors. But his lack of courage means that when his own self-integrity is on the line, he will go too far in bending. 

Ultimately Radu pays the highest psychological price. Radu is what Stockholm Syndrome does to an abductee who internalises his abductor's values over many years. But ultimately Radu accommodates too much. At the end of his life he is beset by regrets. There is first his feeling of failure for not having had the courage to mortally stab his sexual abuser, Mehmed, son of Murad II. Further to this, the knowledge that he has become an Ottoman commander who now leads an army against his own brother Vlad, creates further fracture between Radu's deeply held beliefs and his actions. 

At the end of his life, all Radu's thoughts arise from the guilt he feels for not having had the courage that Vlad showed, and worse, the shame he feels for having failed the brother he once looked up to. Radu's inner tension and loneliness were wonderfully drawn. They added a nuanced emotional depth to the novel that was heartbreaking and unforgettable. 

The many years of captivity, away from their father and their family, can also be taken as an extreme event, one that played a tremendous part in shaping the two princes' lives. From having read the other Order of the Dragon books, it was clear to me that Vlad was attracted to violence, but Crescent and Cross raises the question as to whether Vlad's ultimate nature might not have been forged by his imprisonment. 

After all, it was through the Ottomans that Vlad was exposed to warfare impaling, a form of terror that he was to use in later years.

Perhaps a key turning point in Vlad's trajectory is when he learns of his father's and brother Mircea's cruel deaths at the hands of the Saxon elite. He comes to learn of the details while in captivity and this only fuels his rage and determination at enacting vengeance against his family's murderers. Once powerless, his hands tied for years, his newly found freedom unleashes powerful urges. 

Vlad then is what an abductee does when pushed too far. One can even argue that Vlad has been forced to place limits. He certainly had a sadistic streak to begin with, but the novel crafts such an interesting arc that it does make one wonder...

And the question is... 

Can one really blame Vlad the Impaler for the singleminded violence he showed in his 1462 terror campaign ? 

Figuratively speaking, Vlad's impalement tactic could be interpreted as a revenge for Mehmed's abduction of his little brother over many years. There is that. But militarily, it brings on a terror tour de force.  The gruesome sight of the 15000 to 20000 impaled bodies outside the Wallachian capital of Târgoviște did successfully deter Mehmed from pursuing his Wallachian campaign. 

According to latest historical research it is questionable whether the body count in the Forest of the Impaled amounted to 20000 Ottoman prisoners. Research seems to suggest that impalement accounts were usually inflated. Revised estimates in Vlad's case, indicate that the number can be reduced to 1600 or 1700. But the question remains, what brings a man to that level of violence ? 

Was he a monster?

I really think that one would need to experience the same historical period as Vlad to answer such a question. During this multiple century period, Ottoman invaders were unrelenting throughout Europe and beyond, causing endless bloodshed and loss. It was not a time to turn the other cheek. One had to erect boundaries. What boundary is enough when the enemy exerts such cruelty ? Perhaps Vlad became persuaded that in order to confront the Ottomans, he had to exhibit as much cruelty as they had. 

I love this book so much because it never answers any questions but it leaves the reader to make up their own mind.  

From the onset of the novel, little Radu is seen as psychologically weaker than his older brother, Vlad who countless times warns him not to become influenced or fooled by the manipulations of the young Mehmed II.

A word about Mehmed - because his smooth character is so well drawn, that as a reader I even came to discount Vlad's repeated warnings to his brother. I thought Vlad was showing too much suspicion and being overly protective.

But Vlad sees only the truth. That became evident.


At first, we see in Mehmed only his fine-mannered acts and cultured breeding. But this façade belies the true preoccupation of this future Ottoman ruler, who for years as a teenager wanted to prove himself by conquering the city the Ottomans had, to date, failed to take : Constantinople.

The way I personally read Mehmed is as a strategic magician. On the surface, smooth-talking, cool, detached, relatively avoidant of violence - that is, if one were to compare him to Vlad - enjoying fancy baths and forbidden pleasures, but beneath it all - waves magic wand. Beneath it all, he was abducting young boys. Beneath it all, he was building massive cannons aimed at those famous 12 meter-high Theodosian walls. He had spies and he knew exactly what he wanted. 

"Give me Constantinople", he once said. 

And conquer Constantinople he did. This is then the magic. The taking of the Christian city was itself a form of violence but it was sheathed in grandeur, in the erecting of new edifices, in the beautifying of a city, and soon it became unquestioned.   



Mehmed became known as the man who in 1453, conquered Constantinople, turning this once Byzantine city into an Ottoman capital. He did not stop there, going on to take Serbia and the realm of Morea (today's Pelopponese in Greece). 

Mehmed the Conqueror. This guy was an Aries by the way. For once, astrology does not lie.

Mehmed's conquests sound fabulous on paper but what exactly do they mean for the lives of his contemporaries, people who saw their family members murdered, whose land was invaded and who were forced to pay tribute or else pay a worse price ? 
For me the answer lies in the story of Vlad II Dracul and his three sons.
It lies in Vlad's tears of blood, an uncanny physiological manifestation of all the rage that had failed to be expressed elsewhere.

Mehmed the Conqueror.
What on earth could have stopped such a man ? 

It turns out, Vlad.
Through his Forest of the Impaled, Vlad managed to bring on a retreat of Mehmed's troops in Wallachia. Unlike Mehmed's velvet violence, Vlad's violence was not concealed. 
It was ugly, brutal and mercernary. 
Sadly Vlad was no magician. But was he really a monster ?

I strongly recommend Crescent and Cross and all Order of the Dragon books.
 






 

Thursday, July 30, 2026

Les Conteurs des Ming - traduit du roman anglais The Ming Storytellers


La traduction française de mon premier roman, Les Conteurs des Ming, paraîtra en avril 2027. J'ai trop hâte et j'espère de tout cœur que ce livre trouvera des lecteurs.


Nous sommes au XVe siècle.
À l’aube de la dynastie des Ming, trois femmes que tout semble séparer vont voir leurs destins se croiser.
De leur rencontre naîtra une histoire.
Une concubine impériale.
Une voyageuse persane.
Une mystérieuse conteuse.
Trois femmes.
Un même destin.
Une seule histoire.
BEIJING. La cité impériale bruisse de secrets, de passions et d’intrigues. Derrière les murs du palais, nul ne sait à qui accorder sa confiance.
Orpheline recueillie autrefois au palais, Min Li n’a jamais eu qu’un désir : plaire. Jusqu’à conquérir, qui sait, les faveurs de l’empereur Zhu Di lui-même.
Mais devenue puissante concubine, elle découvre derrière les portes closes de la Cité impériale un secret terrifiant.
Poussée au désespoir, elle se tourne vers son amant, l’amiral Zheng He, et lui demande son aide. Un geste qui semble n’être qu’un appel au secours, mais qui va déclencher une chaîne d’événements et faire vaciller les fondations du palais.
Le destin de Min Li est scellé.
Pourtant, l’ennemi qu’elle redoute n’est pas celui qu’elle croit…
De Nanjing à Beijing, des palais impériaux aux villages montagneux du Yunnan, Les Conteurs des Ming nous entraîne dans la Chine du XVe siècle, au cœur d’un monde où les secrets se murmurent derrière les paravents, où les alliances se nouent dans l’ombre et où le pouvoir voyage au rythme des navires de l’empire.
Au-delà des mers, des bazars animés de l’Inde méridionale aux rivages luxuriants de Zanzibar, d’autres destins se dessinent, tandis qu’une mystérieuse conteuse détient peut-être la clé d’un destin.
Dans l’empire des Ming, nul secret ne demeure enfoui très longtemps.
Et les yeux comme les oreilles de l’empereur sont partout.
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Récit d’un Extrême-Orient foisonnant de mystères et de secrets, Les Conteurs des Ming se déroule aux premiers temps de la dynastie Ming, à l'heure où le Royaume du Milieu est libéré du règne des Mongols.
Le roman plonge au cœur des intrigues politiques et personnelles de la maison impériale des Zhu. À la veille du grand incendie qui ravagera le palais de Beijing et alors que la sixième expédition de la flotte des Ming s'apprête à prendre la mer, une concubine impériale est emportée par les forces sombres de l’obsession et de la vengeance.
Les Conteurs des Ming est une invitation au voyage pour les amoureux de l’Histoire et pour tous ceux qui croient que les mondes, même les plus éloignés, peuvent se rejoindre.


Couverture pour la version numérique 
du livre Les Conteurs des Ming




Sunday, November 9, 2025

The Fortune Teller of Nice - a historical mystery


This is what I am working on at the moment. It will be published in december 2027.

What a joy to bring to life a city that has had its past numerous times erased by France. I do pride myself on writing historical mysteries that speak of the least spoken.  

The book can be added now to your shelves via Goodreads

See you in 2027!


Nice, 1854. The coastal city, governed by Turin, gleams under a pale winter sun. It promises respite for the weary and a leisurely playground for the wealthy who sojourn from all over Europe. But beneath its blue skies and its welcoming hotels, Nizza as it is known, conceals a darker heart.

When detective Maurice Leroux arrives in Nice for the winter, hoping to seduce witty English actress, Madeleine Armstrong, he expects languid days strolling along the promenade by the sea and evenings at the opera. Immersed in a city with a strong Italian heritage, all he has to do is surpass his rival, the young, smooth-talking, Carlo Rocco. Instead, the glitter turns to nightmare when a guest at the lavish Hotel Victoria is brutally murdered.

Among the hotel’s exotic residents are Countess Sofya Smyrnova, a Russian noble who once escaped the flames of Moscow in 1812; Baroness Alexandra Ivanova, a gossip-inclined Russian widow; Antoine Grasset, a French journalist with too many secrets; and Professor Milton Hayward, a linguist whose scholarship conceals a tragic obsession. When death claims them one by one, Maurice is drawn into a grim mystery that stretches from Nice’s stately establishments to the hidden warrens of its underworld, all the way to the candlelit salon of famed fortune teller, Madame Zora.

To unmask the web of deception, Maurice must navigate Nizza’s labyrinth of depravity, its debauched parties, its seedy port, and human markets, and even seek counsel from Giuseppe Garibaldi, the city’s native hero. But as the truth unravels, he discovers that all the victims shared a bond forged long before their arrival… a bond written in fire and betrayal.

A sumptuous, atmospheric mystery where vice, ghosts from the past, and vengeance converge bringing to life long-forgotten Nizza.


Monday, August 11, 2025

The Game of Life

 


Excel in the game of life

Game of keys, clean ebony notes, young prodigy, acclaim

Game of pawns, of bishops and queens, chess genius, strategy

Game of dance, lithe spins, nimble star, artful muse

There are many ways.

 

Shine in the game of life

Gift of words, hidden meanings, ideas, storyteller, philosopher

Gift of numbers,

Those you own, in comfort, in luxury - the zeros, the glittering estates, the dividends

Those you probe, play with, in ecstasy - the curves, the charts, the rates…the vision. The vision!

Those that own you, the friends, the contracts, the fame…family, those you serve in joy, 

In sweat

There are many ways.

 

Or else the game of life, the game of life in depth,

Gift of seeing

Gift of hearing

Gift of healing,

By touch, by knife, by poetry, by divine intuition.

Or by love.

Be in love with the game.

There are many ways.

 

And yes, the game of life in laughter,

Gift of humour,

Through courage, through wisdom, through hope

Stoic and fearless is this game.

There are many ways.

 

Oh, the game of life in beauty,

Gift of sensitivity,

By light, by color, by song, by imagination.

Moved by the magic.

One with the game.

There are many ways.

 

A game of life in the unrelenting,

Gift of battle,

Gift of winning,

By race, by wit, by grit, by force, by endless striving.

Driven, often revengeful, this game of life.

There are many ways.

 

The game of life that longs to live,

Gift of quiet endurance,

By health, by joy, by resilience, by curiosity

Endless learning and discovery.

Endless shifting.

There are many ways.

 

But of all the ways, of all the ways…

One way remains...


Fail the game of life.

Fail and feel, all there exists to feel.

Fail and rise, slow rise, astound, surprise.

Fail and learn, be open, grow wise.

Fail, and then fail again, transcend the game of life.

Fail and accept to fail.

Fail and let go of the game.

Fall,

Fall low so you might fly above the game of life.

Such is the game.


Sunday, June 1, 2025

Calista - latest news on movie magic

 

My Victorian horror mystery, Calista, is now a movie !! 

Not quite. 😉 It has been optioned but that is a nebulous future considering that these film projects take decades to take off. Only the most enduring will play at that game. I’ve indeed seen options renewed yearly over a span of a decade while directors change and nothing gets up. Sigh.

For now I am creating art for the novel because it deserves it. ♥️ Plus it’s fun for those who love visuals.

I love this early scene where French detective Maurice Leroux steps out of the carriage that has brought him to Alexandra Hall. The thing with employing Sora for imagery is that you end up blending your historical fiction writing with both art direction and an entirely different cinematographic language. It is intensive but well worth it. It took me three hours to get this picture just right. I love being able to share my world, and give a more vivid glimpse into a gothic story that I hold dear.

This next image is straight from the first chapter of the novel. In which we find, a terrified Vera Nightingale attempting to get some shuteye while reminiscing on the last years, not least, of knowing her brother's strange Greek wife, Calista. Dearest Calista is a village girl from Corfu and to Vera she will always be a peasant, despite her regal appearance in the portrait. The night in Alexandra Hall promises quite a few surprises for Vera. And what is it with those silver spoons on the staircase? Well, you'll have to read the novel to find out.

Next up we have this kitchen scene depicting Maurice Leroux as a child...

I admit, I was itching to feed this idea into Sora. It is Maurice Leroux's dream sequence. Here we find a childhood memory back in Paris, growing up in the post-terror. Save that the terror is domestic...

As with all dreams, the imagery here departs from the gothic and enters surrealism. 

Thérèse Leroux wears her French cockade well, don't you think? In the novel, she even threatens Maurice with the guillotine.  


Well that is all from me. Short and sweet!

Calista is available in Kindle, paperback and audiobook format from all Amazon territories. It can be purchased almost anywhere online. Alternatively, readers can borrow it from the National Library of Australia and from the BnF in Paris.