Silk and Song

Silk and Song is the novel I’ve wanted to write for years, about Marco Polo’s granddaughter traveling the Silk Road west from 1322 to 1327, China to England. Some of you may remember Paula working on it in The Singing of the Dead. I figured I might as well use it somewhere while I waited for a publisher to realize what they were missing.

They never did, so I published it myself. And so…


Everything Under the Heavens

In audio:

  • on Amazon
  • on Audible
  • on iTunes
  • In e:

  • Amazon.US
  • Amazon.UK
  • Amazon.AU
  • Apple iBooks
  • Barnes and Noble
  • Kobo
  • In trade paperback.

  • This, as astute readers will notice, is Book I. Book II, also known as By the Shores of the Middle Sea, comes out…oh, why not another


    By the Shores of the Middle Sea cover art

    . Amazon.US
    · Amazon.UK
    · Amazon.AU
    · Apple’s iBookstore
    · Barnes and Noble
    · Kobo

    The third in the trilogy, The Land Beyond, is currently under construction and is scheduled to come out in 2015.

    When all three volumes are published, we will be publishing a single, signed with-as-many-curlicues-as-I-can-manage collector’s edition, an eye-popper with a leather slipcase and maps and illustrated letters and gilt edges and silk bookmarks. Or some iteration thereof. Just for the fun of it.

    And you absolutely will have to read it with white gloves on.

    It’s an adventure. Wish me luck!

    Silk and Song II, or let the buckling and swashing continue!

    Here’s the livestream from the Poisoned Pen’s launch of By the Shores of the Middle Sea event on November 29th. Click here to order your signed copy of the trade paperback. And in e, from all your finest e-book emporiums. … Continue reading

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