The Militiverse

  Good evening my friends, it’s lovely to see you all, and on such a beautiful Spiring evening as well. Can I offer you some refreshment before we settle in for a cosy chat? It’s almost two weeks since Remy stepped out into the world, and you know it feels incredible, and I have also finished the first draft of the book I was working on while I edited Tempus Lutetiae. Which brings me to a question I was asked in conversation recently about what made me want to be a writer.  Well, pull up a chair and I’ll tell you.  The First Time It Refused to Leave You Alone I was always writing in notebooks, on pieces of paper; I even outlined a book on several napkins. At age sixteen I was given a present of a manual typewriter. I wasn’t the most patient of people back then. So, I wrote my first novel while learning how to type.  That was the first time I realised when the ideas that poured into my mind, and I wrote them down, it was the start of something important. I wasn’t awar...

  Good evening my lovelies, can you believe it’s Valentine’s Day? Chocolate hearts and flowers, champagne and candles. Yes please, I love romance, it gives you a warm cosy feeling and makes you think of handsome men and beautiful women in stories. Well tonight my darlings we are going to discuss love and how the Tempus Militibus romance their paramour. So, help yourself to a glass of wine and let’s get comfortable. The Paris Tempus Militibus and Love Have you ever wondered how an immortal would romance someone? Imagine how long they have lived and practised the art of seduction and romance. I think a box of chocolates and inside is a handwritten note or poem, something like: ‘Mon cœur, I will live forever, but just one moment with you is all that matters…’  Not that the Tempus Militibus would ever admit to something that they would think is sloppy and from a Valentine card. The jeering that they would receive from one of the others would prevent them from admitting that they a...