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Saturday, 14 February 2026

Spotlight on Jane Harlond and The Doomsong Sword Saga Series





How a Viking battlefield led to a historical fantasy series

Long, long ago, before my second son went to live in Sweden, I had a contract to re-write various Norse myths and legends as short stories for an educational publisher. I was well into the project when the whole thing was cancelled. Disappointing, but these things happen, and if you are a writer you know background reading, research and early drafts are rarely wasted.

Midnight sun on the Baltic coast of northern Sweden.

A few years later, I returned to the Sigurd, the Dragonslayer story in the ancient Volsung saga and began to re-draft it as a novel using a fictional reluctant hero. The story came together well and was published as The Doomsong Sword. As fantasy the book didn’t fit very well with my two historical crime fiction series, though, so I largely ignored it until a couple of years ago, when a combination of factors inspired a second and then a third book in what is becoming a saga-like series.

The second book, The Doomsong Voyage, developed out of visit to a Spanish hill-top town in what used to be as Al-Andalus. This patio features in the story.

Apart from their infamous reputation for raiding for treasure and slaughtering innocents the Danes as they were called – even if they weren’t from Denmark – sailed huge distances ‘a-viking’ for trade, and then in search of warmer fertile lands, where they could farm and prosper far better than in the ice and snow of the Cold North. I was aware of Viking settlements in Cantabria and Galicia, (northern Spain) and how they traded in the Levant, but the visit to this small Moorish town on the southern Atlantic coast of Spain resulted in a nagging writer’s ‘what if’. The notion that Vikings had docked in a nearby port lodged in my mind and the outline of a historical-fantasy saga began to grow. This story, informed by Scandinavian history relating to a volcano and a verified climate disaster, plus my own travels, takes the reader from a tiny island on the Baltic Sea to Ibiza in the old Middle Sea in a trading knarr named Guillemot – after the small, indomitable birds who thrive in the worst of weathers.

Book 3, recently released, takes a few of the passengers and crew back to the Cold North, then on a return voyage south. They are pushed off course during a terrible storm and Guillemot takes shelter in the River Torridge (North Devon). This is where Scandinavian, British, and my own personal history come together – on a battlefield.

The stimulus for what happens here is probably connected to my age-related nostalgia for the bracing winds of a North Devon Atlantic beach. My Spanish husband and I now live on the Mediterranean, where beaches are narrow, gritty and rarely exciting. Perhaps for this reason I kept remembering where I grew up. Our house was built on a Viking battlefield and I used to walk our dog down Hubba Lane to the river. Most days I passed and took no notice of a monument on Bloody Corner (!) that says:

Stop Stranger Stop,
Near this spot lies buried
King Hubba the Dane,
who was slayed in a bloody retreat,
by King Alfred the Great

Historians doubt and disagree on what actually happened in the Battle of Northam, possibly because there was a second battle in much the same location in early Norman times, but this monument records the supposed defeat of invading Danes ‘by the men of Defenschire’ in 878. According to the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle:

(That) winter the brother of Hingwar and of Halfdene came with twenty-three ships to Defenschire in Wessex; and he (Hubba/Ubbe/Hudd) was there slain…

Records of Northam, which was larger and more important than Bideford in those days, exist from around the 10th/11th Century, and tradition also says a fleet of 33, not 23, dragonships landed on the beaches around Appledore and sailed up the Torridge. This is the background to the third Doomsong story, which also includes aspects of Celtic traditions and legend because Devon and Cornwall maintained their Celtic heritage well into Norman times.

Fact, fiction, and mythical fantasy – because magic and the fantastical were a very important element of Viking, Celtic and Anglo-Saxon beliefs before science and electricity – have combined to become The Doomsong Saga.

Each of the books can be read as a stand-alone, but if you would like to start at the beginning with how the legendary sword named Doomsong and Truthteller came into the hands of a lazy boy named Davor begin with Book 1 The Doomsong Sword

 

Doomsong Sword: https://mybook.to/DoomsongSaga1  

Book 2 The Doomsong Voyage takes the sword to the Middle Sea and into the hands of a merciless pirate named Ice-Heart.

Doomsong Voyage https://mybook.to/DoomsongSaga2

If you’d like to read about how a Guardian of the Sword protected it during the attempted Viking invasion of Devon read: 

Book 3 The Doomsong Legend:

  https://books2read.com/u/mqlJeZ

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Find out more about J.G. Harlond’s books and travels 

on her website: 

https://www.jgharlond.com

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Jane G. Harlond

Málaga, January, 2026



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Friday, 13 February 2026

My Coffee Pot Book Tour Guest: A.M. Swink Gradarius



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About the Book
Book Title: Gradarius
Series: Roman Equestrian
Author Name: A. M. Swink
Publication Date: October 18th, 2025
Publisher: Historium Press
Pages: 364
Genre: Historical Romance / Historical Fiction

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Death, misogyny, murder, occult, profanity, PTSD, sexually explicit scenes, slavery, suicide, terminal illness, violence, war

WAR IS ON THE HORIZON

Sworn enemies turned lovers, Decimus and Luciana face new challenges that put their love to the test. Decimus, haunted by his past, struggles with his feelings in the present. Luciana, when confronted with her old friend Boudicca’s struggles, questions which of her loyalties is more important: her loyalty to Decimus, or her loyalty to her people? When sent to investigate a Roman traitor in Decimus’s legion, both will have to decide which side of the coming battle they’ll be on. 

Rome and Britannia are hurtling toward a reckoning. Will Decimus and Luciana find a way forward together before war tears them apart?


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A.M. Swink, the author of the award-winning Roman Equestrian series, grew up in Dayton, Ohio, obsessed with two things: books and horses. After a childhood of reading, writing, showing, and riding, she moved to Lexington, Kentucky to complete three degrees and work as a college professor of reading and writing. 

She’s travelled extensively around Europe, exploring ancient sites and artefacts relating to the Iron Age and Roman era. She is fascinated by our connection to the past and the ancestral tether that draws us back into the mists of time.


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Excerpt 4:

‘Get in!’ Luciana hopped into the chariot. Nicomedes had hardly followed before she slapped the traces over the ponies’ backs, throwing them into a gallop.

The force of their start threw him back and he nearly fell right out again. He gripped both sides of the chariot, desperate to regain his balance. The ends of Luciana’s hair licked at his face as she bent forward, leaning into the force of the ponies’ trajectory.

He waited a few beats, feeling the shudder and rumble of the wheels beneath him, before chancing a lurch up to the front of the cart. Luciana edged over to make room as Nicomedes transferred his death grip to the front rim. They neared the end of the field at a speed far too fast for the teen’s liking.

‘What are you doing?! We’re going to wreck!’ He cried.

Her hands moved ever so slightly. The ponies swept into an elegant arc, swiftly turning away from the fence and straightening without checking stride.

His eyes widened. He continued to watch her hands, which seemed to be quivering extensions of the horses’ lines. ‘How did you do that?’

‘You are your horse. Especially when you’re behind it.’ She glanced at his whitened face and laughed. 'Try it!’

She held the traces to him. He reluctantly let her shove them into his fists. He immediately assumed the power of the galloping pair and lifted his hands. Every nerve within his body told him to haul them to a stop.

‘Don’t fight them! Go with them!’ Luciana placed her fingers over his. ‘Feel their energy. Feel their drive. You are a part of them!’

He focussed, trying to ignore the looming corner ahead. He felt his heart race, beating frantically in time with the pounding of the ponies’ hooves. He eased the nervous tension in his grip and felt the living mouths on the other end of the lines. The reins slipped and slid minute fractions through his fingers; he felt their confusion. ‘They want me to steer!’

Luciana pressed some of his fingers and loosened a few of the others. To his wonderment, the ponies swerved almost as cleanly as they’d done for her.

‘Now straighten!’ She pressed and rearranged his fingers. ‘Driving is like riding. You mustn’t lose contact, or you sever communication with your horses.’ She let go and watched Nicomedes’s hands.

He felt the grey pony falter to a canter. The brown followed suit, his rocking gait jilting the cart as he fell out of rhythm with his partner’s cadence.

‘They sense your uncertainty. You must guide them!’

Nicomedes bit down on the inside of his lip until he tasted blood. ‘Yah!’ He flicked the reins decisively over the ponies’ backs and they broke into a smooth gallop.

‘Now you’re getting the hang of it!’ She watched him guide the chariot around another corner and smiled as they straightened. ‘Now, watch this!’

‘Luciana!’ Nicomedes’s eyes widened as she vaulted over the front of the chariot. She placed one foot and then the other on the wooden yoke suspended between the ponies.

‘Watch where you’re going, Nicomedes! Remember, you are your horses!’ She slowly turned around and rocked with the motion of the chariot for a few strides. Then she raised her arms out at either side and stepped confidently down to the end of the yoke.

His fingers worked the turn out of fright, his eyes never straying from Luciana perched between the galloping ponies. ‘What are you doing?!’

She grabbed the yoke and placed one foot on the back of the grey and the other on the back of the brown. She moved with them at a low crouch for still more strides before straightening into a triumphant, fearsome stand. She punched the air. ‘Divine Epona! You ride with me!’

To his relief, she lowered back to a crouch. Holding the yoke, she flipped herself around to face Nicomedes. He kept glancing at her, dumbfounded, as she stepped onto the juddering wooden beam and made her way effortlessly back to the chariot.

‘Are you trying to kill yourself?!’ He pulled the tired ponies down to a walk, face red with furious disbelief.

‘Only the ablest warriors can master all parts of their weapon.’ She patted Nicomedes on the back. ‘You Romans and Greeks just stick to your driver’s seat.’


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