by Alistair Kimble | Apr 1, 2013
Spring 1635, Chateau d’If Roderik’s knees buckled. A strong push from behind hastened the fall. His face slid on the cell’s stone floor, dirt and grit scratching his cheek. “We’ll have no more trouble from you.” Eloy’s sunken...
by Alistair Kimble | Oct 1, 2012
“Jean, I have need of your assistance.” Grand Master Antoine de Paule, Prince of the Church and decreed Cardinal by Pope Urban VIII, gestured at a stack of missives on the worn and gnarled table. “An investigation of sorts.” Jean Baptiste...