Mark Lawrence

I never like to waste any writing, possibly because I don't have time to revise. I operate on a write-once - move on, principle. This ma...

So I’m sat here in the wi-fi hotspot at Charlton Farm Hospice, a converted farmhouse that offers respite for life-limited children, enti...

Brother Grumlow In the long ago, in the gentle days, Brother Grumlow carved wood, worked with saw and chisel. When hard times come carpenter...

Almost nothing was cut from King of Thorns in editing (quite a few additions). The only real casualties were small fragments from the view p...

I will preface this post by saying that I refuse to confirm or deny that I am KJ Parker. I also refuse to confirm or deny that I’m anyone el...

Brother Kent In the red ruin of battle Brother Kent oft looks to have stepped from hell. Though in another life he would have tilled his fie...

Instalment #5 of my series of Turning the Tables. The last such for a while, ending as I started with someone who hasn’t interviewed me ...