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Do you ever find yourself reaching out to the walls of old buildings, just to share some of what that ancient stonework has felt? Have you ever shivered at the sight of a lonely tree on a hillside, even in the full heat of the day? And do you occasionally find yourself, even amidst the shiny hubub of modern life, thinking back to the older, 'simpler' way of life, and do you wonder at what happened to all of the dark magic and mystery that those bygone people left behind?
Or perhaps those things are not so dead and gone as we are encouraged to believe...
The Streneshalc Codex Series
by Kate Ramsden
A young woman’s quiet life is thrown into turmoil with the arrival of three strange men to her museum. Their interest lies in securing a manuscript left to her for safekeeping, but why would these unsavoury characters have such a keen interest in an old scrapbook?
Forced to make an unlikely alliance as the malevolent forces move in, can Robyn stay ahead of her pursuers, and did she really understand the world she lives in after all?
From castles to museums, and the dark corners of the world in between; the battle for The Streneshalc Codex, and the secrets it contains, has begun…
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The Streneshalc Codex : Book One
'When the Stars...'
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Robyn took the proffered hand reluctantly. The man's air was so unusual, so studied, that it took all of her manners not to recoil from touching him. He assumed an air of someone wearing so thin a veneer of civility it was nearly threadbare, and gave the impression of someone imitating human behaviour after having read about it in a book.
And so, with this introduction to one of the three men who are about to change her life forever, Robyn is thrown headlong into a world that she could never have imagined.
Book Two of the Streneshalc Codex Coming this autumn!
'The Ghost Upon The Floor'
Somewhere in the darkness something stirred. A dark, mossy presence; it felt its slumber disturbed. At its furthest extremities the familiar metalic tang was there. This town, it was always bleeding. The roots of all living things lapped up the occational offering and thrived on it in an otherwise parched and dusty existence. This one was different though. Old. Not as old as the being itself (few things were) but definitely not of this time.
"Seren", the thing grumbled in anticipation, and settled down to wait.
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