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My novel, The Old Dragon’s Head, is set in Ming Dynasty China. It’s based in a real place – a fortress town called Shanhaiguan. It’s located at the far eastern end of the Great Wall, where it meets the sea for the only time.
The 1400s mark a turning point in China’s history and world history. In Europe, after centuries of dormancy, the Renaissance was blooming. It’s the era in which the seeds of the modern world are sown. How they have grown and how they have been reaped is another story.
Like in any era, the question is always the same, whether for an individual, a tribe, a people, or a nation – Are they ready for what is happening at that time? Are they prepared to meet what is onsetting? Can they translate its needs and its motives into their lives?
If they are, they can prosper. If they’re not, they are out of time; it’s as if they’re singing out of tune.
In ancient times, the Egyptians were ready, the Greeks were ready, and the Romans were ready. Because they were in tune with the spirit of the times, they formed great civilizations - that was until the times changed, and they failed to change with them.
As Shakespeare said in King John:
“There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
is bound in shallows and in miseries.”
The invasion in 1211 by Genghis Khan rocked the stability of China. In 1368, when the Chinese finally ejected the Mongols from their borders, the newly-founded Ming Dynasty set out to restore the Han people’s greatness. Because they believed in the equalizing effects of karma, the Chinese were convinced they had invited the invasion. They had to stop, change direction, and re-align themselves.
The Chinese had their own firm idea of what constituted the spirit of their times, of what was ‘on the flood’ for them and for the world. To meet the new permission, the Ming Dynasty set out to align every person in its society, from the wood gatherer to the emperor, to the will of the highest of the high, the Supreme Deity itself. Whatever it wanted, they wanted. This was perhaps the last time in history when an entire people tried to align themselves on a spiritual quest and to put God and God’s purposes before their own.
The Chinese weren’t just superstitious. They were obsessed with pacifying the deities and staying on track. The Supreme Deity had a legion of servants, deities, and other heavenly beings, down to the god of the kitchen and the god of the hearth. Seers and folk of the Yin-Yang eyes, clairvoyants to us, were consulted. Feng Shui experts were asked to decide on the location and alignments of the Forbidden City. Almanack experts decided which day was best for this ceremony, that ritual. The Ming Dynasty sought to harmonize its people with the heavenly beings. All manner of sacrifices and punishments were put in place to rectify any falling away from that high endeavour.
In 1400, was China ready to sail the incoming tide of the times? Was humanity?
The Great Wall of China may be constructed of stone and packed earth, but it is home to a supernatural beast – the Old Dragon. Both wall and dragon protect China’s northern borders from Mongol incursion. Just beyond the fortress of Shanhaiguan, the far eastern end of the wall protrudes into the Bohai Sea – that’s the Old Dragon’s Head.
Bolin, a young man working on the Old Dragon’s Head, suffers visions of ghosts. The local seer suspects that he has yin-yang eyes and other supernatural gifts. Bolin’s fief lord, the Prince of Yan, rebels against his nephew, the Jianwen Emperor. In the bitter war of succession, the Mongols hold the balance of power. While the victor might win the battle on earth, China’s Dragon Throne can only be earned with a Mandate from Heaven – and the support of the Old Dragon.
In every era, a man endowed with the powers of heaven – the Dragon Master – is born. Only he can summon the Old Dragon, providing he possesses the dragon pearl. It’s the year 1402, and neither the Old Dragon, the dragon pearl, nor the Dragon Master, has been seen for twenty years.
Bolin’s journey of self-discovery is mirrored by that of old China, as both endeavour to come of age. When Bolin accepts his destiny as the Dragon Master, heaven sends a third coming of age – for humanity itself. But are any of them ready for what is rising in the east?
JUSTIN NEWLAND is an author of historical fantasy and secret history thrillers – that’s history with a supernatural twist. His historical novels feature known events and real people from the past, which are re-told and examined through the lens of the supernatural.
His novels speculate on the human condition and explore the fundamental questions of our existence. As a species, as Homo sapiens sapiens – that’s man the twice-wise – how are we doing so far? Where is mankind’s spiritual home? What does it look or feel like? Would we recognise it if we saw it?
Undeterred by the award of a Doctorate in Mathematics from Imperial College, London, he found his way to the creative keyboard and conceived his debut novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), an epic fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian skies.
Next came the supernatural thriller, The Old Dragon’s Head (Matador, 2018), set in Ming Dynasty China.
His third novel, The Coronation (Matador, 2019), speculates on the genesis of the most important event of the modern world – the Industrial Revolution.
His fourth, The Abdication (Matador, 2021), is a supernatural thriller in which a young woman confronts her faith in a higher purpose and what it means to abdicate that faith.
His stories add a touch of the supernatural to history and deal with the themes of war, religion, evolution and the human’s place in the universe
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He was born three days before the end of 1953 and lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.
The Battle of Stamford Bridge (Old English: Gefeoht æt Stanfordbrycge) took place at the village of Stamford Bridge, East Riding of Yorkshire, in England, on 25 September 1066, between an English army under King Harold Godwinson and an invading Norwegian force led by King Harald Hardrada and the English king's brother Tostig Godwinson. After a bloody battle, both Hardrada and Tostig, along with most of the Norwegians, were killed. The battle has traditionally been presented as symbolising the end of the Viking Age.
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Harold the King (UK) / I Am The Chosen King (US/Canada)
same book different titles
About the Book
The events that led to the Battle of Hastings and the Norman Conquest of England in 1066 - told from the English point of view.
Two men. One crown.
England, 1044. Harold Godwinesson, a young, respected earl, falls in love with an ordinary but beautiful woman. In Normandy, William, the bastard son of a duke, falls in love with power.
In 1066 England falls vulnerable to the fate of these two men: one, chosen to be a king, the other, determined to take, by force, what he desires. Risking his life to defend his kingdom from foreign invasion, Harold II led his army into the great Battle of Hastings in October 1066 with all the honour and dignity that history remembers of its fallen heroes.
In this beautifully crafted tale, USA Today bestselling author Helen Hollick sets aside the propaganda of the Norman Conquest and brings to life the English version of the story of the man who was the last Anglo-Saxon king, revealing his tender love, determination and proud loyalty, all to be shattered by the desire for a crown – by one who had no right to wear it.
“Helen Hollick has it all! She tells a great story, gets her history right, and writes consistently readable books”
Bernard Cornwell
“A novel of enormous emotional power”
Elizabeth Chadwick
“Thanks to Hollick’s masterful storytelling, Harold’s nobility and heroism enthrall to the point of engendering hope for a different ending…Joggles a cast of characters and a bloody, tangled plot with great skill”
Publisher’s Weekly
“Don’t miss Helen Hollick’s colourful recreation of the events leading up to the Norman Conquest.”
Daily Mail
“An epic re-telling of the Norman Conquest”
The Lady
“If only all historical fiction could be this good”
Historical Novel Society Review
Enjoy An Excerpt
(King Harold has marched north to assist the earls of Northumbria and Mercia to fight against Hardrada...)
TheyreachedTadcasteranhourbeforenoonontheSunday,hot,tired,dusty, but confident. Some of the mounts were
lame and men nursed blisters toheels,
thighs and backsides: minor injuries, nothing that
goose grease, a rest and a mealofwheat-bakedbiscuitsandnourishingbarleybrothwouldnotcure.
The news was grim, but information plentiful and readily given. Tostighadentered
York,puttingtotheswordwithoutmercymenwhohadplayeda
part in removing him from his
earldom. Had retrieved tribute and sworn homage from York’s leading citizens. Hardrada himself had returned tohisarmyencampmentatRiccallonthenorthernbankoftheRiverOuse.NowwasthetimewhenHaroldmustmakegoodhispromisetoMorkereand
Eadwine – that he would not allow Tostig to take vengeance. York hadcapitulated to the invaders through lack of
choice, but York was only toowillingtodeclarefortheirking–ifthatkingwaswillingtofightfortheminreturn.Andhewas.Morethanwilling.
At Tadcaster they paused, letting the sweating ponies gain their breathandthementaketheireaseforanhour.Haroldandhiscommanderswere
gathered beneath the shade of an oak, thankful for
this short respite fromtheheatoftheday.Atleasttheselastthreehot,drydayshadensurednomud-deeproadsandmiserabletempersfromwetanddamp–althoughthe
heat of early autumn had its own
annoyances. The ponies’ coats werealready thickening, thirst increased for mount and man, the road
woreharder on ponies’ hooves and
raised a dust cloud that choked throats andirritatednosesandeyes,flieswereanuisance.Butthesediscomfortsmeantlittletoafightingmanwhosethoughtswerefocusedonaninvadingarmyandanapproachingbattle.
Haroldpointedasharpenedstickatthemapscrawledinthedirtathisfeet.“Hardrada and Tostig are removed to
Stamford Bridge, eight miles
east of York,wherefourroadsmeet.” Helookedforconfirmationatthefourteen-year-old lad who had brought the
information. “They
await the arrival ofhostagesandfurthertribute,Iassume?”
Waltheof,
the young son of Siward, had judged it prudent not tosurrender and plead homage
to Tostig. As with many another, he
had fledleavinghurriedlythroughthenorthgateasTostighadriddeninthroughthesouth.MorkerewashisguardianandbecauseofthatWaltheofhadbeen
certainastohisfatehadhedecidedtostay.HenoddedslowlyatHarold,answering
for all those who had fought so
valiantly. “Stamford is most suitedformeetingwiththosewhohavenochoicebutto surrender–goodtomarchtoorfrominalldirections.”
A
laconic smile spread across Waltheof s face, which was, as yet,unshadedbybeardgrowth.“They must know, my lord, only a fool would not expect
the king ofalandsuchasthistositidleinLondonwhileusurpersattempttowrenchthe crown from his head. But they cannot know
how fast you have come,norhownearyouare.Foriftheyknewthis,wouldtheyberestingeasywith their wine, their stolen meat and their captured women? Would they not,instead,bepreparingtocometomeetyouordefendthemselves?”
“Would they not, indeed!” Harold answered,
delighted, slapping histhighs
with the palms of his hands.