Life isn't spooky enough? Try it under gaslight!

Ghosthunter, Paraphysician,
Champion

From a quiet Victorian valley where nothing uncanny ever happens, the mysteriously magical Mr  Random Corwyn leads a team of paranormal investigators

Miss Violet Delacourt, a lady novelist, 

Polly Nichol, her clever maid, and 

Capt. Daniel Ford, formerly of Her Majesty's Army

Together they challenge all manner of supernatural horrors haunting England’s green and pleasant lands.

But this time Random's own house is haunted by a sorrowing lady. Violet is still recovering from a terrifying ordeal with a fiery Djinn. And a monstrous black dog is terrorizing the people Random has sworn to protect

First in a new series,
Black Dog, Grey Lady

a Raven at Random novella

For more about the series, see the Raven at Random page at maggiesecara.com

And if you're quick you can win a free copy just by following me on Twitter, but you have to Click here to enter!

REVIEWERS are welcome to request a copy from me directly (Kindle or epub only, just now) in exchange for an honest review. Just reply in the Comments or drop me a note.

A special music post to test the new functionality on the website. If you click the Diary tab, now, it brings you here where  comments are available, yay!

Faerie Reel and Ben Harper rock with Stairway to Heaven, as we know. I'll bet his Nothing Else Matters sounds a lot like this!

( See why I said it isn't a blog?  Just cool stuff when I happen to find it.)

The artist is Victor Santal. 

He doesn't just play on Madrid street corners. 

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To be or not to be Shakespeare

At least I have something to be outraged about that isn't American presidential politics.

Read this article. Go on. I'll wait.

This is not an argument I ever expected to hear about Sam Wanamaker's brainchild. Wanting the Globe to be the Globe and not anything else isn't snobbery. Amplified sound in a hall that was designed for the human voice? For actors who can be heard at every point? Of course it can't be perfect. Females in the cast, Fireproofing and safety standards. (Sounds familiar, doesn't it?) But damn it, every other theatre in the world can do Hamlet in the Wild West if they want to -- and does. Can't there be one place that does Shakespeare as Shakespeare, as near to authentically as we can stand it?

There's more than one way to reach an audience, y'know. 'Defies commercial sense,' indeed. I'll give you commercial. Who's going to sit on a wooden bench for three hours to watch East Enders? Or are we to rip those out as well?

The snobbery here is the intolerance of the mob dragging everything down to its level.

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