This is the image that got me writing in the first place: this vision of a family, around a huge oven, telling stories while it sleets outside. Yeah I was in Hawaii when I wrote it and sleet was something like a bad dream. Thankfully.
The Priest with the Golden Hair
The first chapter of Part II. In which trouble comes to our intrepid family. Seriously, if you're still in the thick of my sample chapters, it's really time to buy the book now. Send it to me and I'll even write a note on it.