What the heart wants

DEB LUCKETT set out their last meal in London on a polished table, with plates and shining glasses. There was a baked pie wafting steam into the air. “A pity we cannot entertain your Mr Crago in bette

LADY Annet fell silent beside Denzil Raymont on their way back from Pendennis Castle. A salt sea-breeze blowing about the cart made her draw her cloak tighter. They’d spoken to Sir John Arundell as sh

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo

IT was a fine, windy day in September, and Rosalind Aston had an odd feeling that she was in love. The emotion was new, and she could not be sure, but she luxuriated in it as she walked towards the ha

Civil War IT was a bright morning. Annet took her young son by the hand and led him to where his new clothes were spread. Harry’s aunt Grace and his grandfather were there, as were so many helpers. Ha

MANY years ago, Jess read a line in a novel that stayed with her. According to that book, everyone is triggered by the handwriting of one particular person, and this handwriting, throughout their life