The witches of the Dales


 

The witches of the Dales


Recently finished watching Game of Thrones and realized how similar it was to a series of novels I wrote in the 1980s. So, I've dusted off the old manuscripts and will begin posting them here. This will take time because they are either hand-written or typed out from my old Atari computer.  I'll post each chapter as I finish typing it in.






























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