Heirs of Anarwyn: Feral (Book 4) Get it as soon as it launches. Pre-Order Now! Shadows in the Night CARRADOC’S BLOOD RAN COLD—and not because of the chill wind fingering the edges of his cloak. He paused at the base of the little knoll beside the ancient stone circle to scan the area. Something was out there. Watching him. Wind moaned as it blasted through the ruins, bending the stiff prairie grass to the ground….

A reviewer of my book 3 in the Archer of the Heathland series, Vengeance, recently criticized me for having my characters Brion and Finola lead armies at the young age of 19 or 20. The reviewer apparently believes that no adult would follow such a young leader into battle. Unfortunately for this reviewer’s argument, the pages of history are littered with young men and women who demanded and received loyalty from much older men and women and…

Hi all, More evidence recently emerged that demonstrates that historically women engaged in combat. I wrote a post three years ago in response to criticism that I was having the women in my books be too effective as fighters against male opponents. You can find that post here: https://www.jwelliot.com/2556/   A new study of a body found on the island of Scilly off the coast of England dated from 100 BCE to 50 BCE throws…

The melting glaciers of Scandinavia have been revealing thousands of years of the history of archery and hunting tactics in the far north. Hundreds of complete arrows and arrowheads have been found nestled among the rocks. The melting ice is a paradoxical blessing. It has deepened our understanding of the materials and methods of bow and arrow construction, but for every wooden arrow found, hundreds more deteriorate and decompose rapidly when exposed to the air…

Enjoy this Sneak-Peek at Shattered to be launched on June 1, 2023. Pre-order your copy now! Chapter One Sapphire and Obsidian THE MAHROWAITH HAUNTED the shadows, unseen, wary, and hungry. “It’s here, somewhere,” Cam whispered. “I can feel it.” For weeks now, the presence of the Mahrowaith nibbled at Cam’s mind. He was constantly aware of it, knowing what it was feeling, sometimes even what it was thinking. This morning, he had followed the tenuous,…