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The Island of Angels Series, Book 1

Historical Fiction

Date Published: 09-28-2024

Publisher: The Book Guild

 

 

 

1575.

Nelan Michaels is a young Flemish man fleeing religious persecution in the
Spanish Netherlands. Settling in Mortlake outside London, he studies under
Queen Elizabeth’s court astrologer, conjuring a bright future –
until he’s wrongly accused of murder.

Forced into the life of a fugitive, Nelan hides in London, before he is
dramatically pressed into the crew of the Golden Hind.

Thrust into a strange new world on board Francis Drake’s vessel,
Nelan sails the seas on a voyage to discover discovery itself. Encountering
mutiny, ancient tribes and hordes of treasure, Nelan must explore and master
his own mystical powers – including the Mark of the Salamander, the
mysterious spirit of fire.

THE MARK OF THE SALAMANDER is the first in The Island of Angels series: a
two-book saga that tells the epic story and secret history of
England’s coming of age during the Elizabethan era.

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19

Home at Last

26th September 1580

 

It was midway through the afternoon watch. On a Monday. It wasn’t any old Monday. It was a special Monday. Not because of an extra beer ration; nor because of the smell of fish emanating from the galley. No – it was because, on that autumn day, nearly all fifty-eight surviving crew members hung over the gunwale, their eyes dripping with expectation and glued to the horizon. On occasion, they glanced up at the topmast and the barrel man as if waiting for a message from the heavens. None came, even after they’d passed the Isles of Scilly. Nor did it come after they passed Wolf Rock. It surely wouldn’t be long in coming.

As the creaking of the sails ceased, the Golden Hind glided serenely through the waters as if drawn forward by a divine wind. Even the gulls stopped squawking. A light rain shower washed the decks. The men gazed at the white flecks on the waves.

Amidst the quiet, a cry went out, and travelled down the mizzenmast, across the poop deck and into the soul of each crew member. “Land ho!”

Nelan stood next to Fletcher, who raised his hands like an Old Testament prophet and cried out, “Oh, my God!” Then he knelt on the deck, hands clasped in a prayer of thanksgiving.

The other hands – all long-haired, heavily bearded, and stinking of piss, ale and perspiration – planted their knees on the deck. To Nelan, that moment felt portentous. It was one of collective bliss in which men of all ranks, natures and ages shared a sublime experience and encountered, perhaps for a few seconds only, the most concentrated religious feeling in the world: that of belonging to each other and to a land. Perhaps they didn’t know it fully, then. Maybe they had an inkling of it, as Nelan did. But at that moment, each of them knew that, through their voyage, their endeavours and their courage, they had unchained the shackles of the past, cut most of the remaining threads of the Gordian Knot of papal suppression, summoned the fresh, clean winds of the future, and set the people of England on a course towards the discovery of themselves and towards an exploration of the world and its peoples.

As the familiar jagged promontory of the Lizard hove into view, the hardy souls who’d survived unimaginable hardships together were stunned to silence. For once, their tongues stopped wagging. Where before they had been vocal in their japes and musical in their jaunts, now they were mute, stilled by the awe and wonder of seeing the distant contours of their land, their England, appear on the horizon. Their journey neared its end. They knew that another would begin as surely as God gave them the grace of another breath. They had not seen this land’s green pastures and gentle slopes for over a thousand days; 1,018, the pilot told them. England. Home at last. They would greet friends they had not seen for two years and ten months. See children who’d grown from suckling babe to infant. Meet mothers who’d given birth in the interim. Comfort wives grown old from the worry, and embrace daughters who’d married during their long absence. They’d clasp hands with their brothers, fathers and sons, and hold them close. Such were the anticipated joys of homecoming. Since they’d set out twice from old Plymouth – once when storms had forced them to return to safe harbour, and later when they’d finally embarked on that fateful day in December 1577 – this was a second coming.

Nelan swallowed hard. He licked his parched lips. While he didn’t expect anyone to meet him on the quay, he remained as excited as the native-born mariners to see old England. She was his home now. She had been a haven for Protestants from all over Europe fleeing the cruel persecution of the Inquisition. He couldn’t go back to Sangatte or Leiden. The angels of the island coursed through his blood and enriched his soul. He belonged to them, and they belonged in him.

From within him there arose a poem of persuasion, a song of softness, a dance of deliberation.

One question hovered on the lips of the crew. But none dared speak it aloud. Not Nelan, and, for once, not even Tom. But it demanded to be asked. The answer would decide their fate; particularly that of the officers and gentlemen and, most of all, of the admiral. He had to be the one to ask it.

 

About the Author

JUSTIN NEWLAND

JUSTIN NEWLAND’s novels represent an innovative blend of genres from
historical adventure to supernatural thriller and magical realism.

Undeterred by the award of a Doctorate in Mathematics from Imperial
College, London, he conceived his debut novel, The Genes of Isis (ISBN
9781789014860, Matador, 2018), an epic fantasy set under Ancient Egyptian
skies.

His second book is a historical thriller, The Old Dragon’s Head (ISBN
9781789015829, Matador, 2018), and is set in Ming Dynasty China in the
shadows of the Great Wall.

His third, The Coronation (ISBN 9781838591885, Matador, 2019), is another
historical adventure and speculates on the genesis of the most important
event in the modern world – the Industrial Revolution.

The Abdication (ISBN 9781800463950, Matador, 2021) is a mystery thriller in
which a young woman confronts her faith in a higher purpose and what it
means to abdicate that faith.

His latest is The Mark of the Salamander (ISBN 9781915853271, Book Guild,
2023) and is the first in a two-book series, The Island of Angels. Set in
the Elizabethan era, it tells the epic tale of England’s coming of
age.

The second in the series, The Midnight of Eights, charts of the uncanny
coincidences that culminated in the repulse of the Spanish Armada and is due
to be published later this year.

Author, speaker and broadcaster, Justin appears on LitFest panels, gives
talks to historical associations and libraries and enjoys giving radio
interviews.

He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset,
England.

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Secret History Thriller, Historical Fantasy, Supernatural Thriller,
Speculative Fiction.

Date Published: 28/01/2019

Publisher: Matador

 

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It is 1761. Prussia is at war with Russia and Austria.

As the Russian army occupies East Prussia, King Frederick the Great and his
men fight hard to win back their homeland.

In Ludwigshain, a Junker estate in East Prussia, Countess Marion von Adler
celebrates an exceptional harvest. But it is requisitioned by Russian
troops. When Marion tries to stop them, a Russian captain strikes her. His
lieutenant, Ian Fermor, defends Marion’s honour and is stabbed for his
insubordination. Abandoned by the Russians, Fermor becomes a divisive figure
on the estate.

Close to death, Fermor dreams of the Adler, a numinous eagle entity, whose
territory extends across the lands of Northern Europe and which is
mysteriously connected to the Enlightenment. What happens next will change
of the course of human history…

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 EXCERPT

This is an excerpt from The Coronation by Justin Newland. 

It’s the closing scene of Chapter 2, The Fear of Famine. 

It’s from the point of view of Marion Grafin (or Countess) von Adler and takes place in her home in Schloss (or Castle) Ludwigshain.

 

She found the officer in charge, a middle-aged, thickset man, with hair sprouting from his eyebrows, and his hands. “What are they doing?” she demanded. “Where are you going with all that food?”

Smart in his uniform, as well as his attitude, the officer replied, “The Russian Army needs transport and supplies. They are mine to requisition.”

“Not again,” she complained. “Two years ago, the Russian Imperial Army barracked an entire regiment on my estate and we’ve barely recovered.” 

“I know nothing about that,” the officer said. 

“You can tell your men to stop.” 

“I will not,” the officer said flatly.

She tried a personal approach and asked, “Who do I have the honour of addressing?”

“Captain Stepan Gurieli of the Guzinskiy Hussars at your service,” he said, clicking the heels of his boots. 

As she watched the Georgian soldiers load sacks of potatoes, wheat, corn and carrots onto the carts, Marion had an awful, sinking feeling. This was terrible. Without food, her people, her estate, could all crumble into dust. She tried again. 

 “This is the last day of the harvest. If you take everything, my people won’t survive the winter.”

“This is for the victorious Russian Army,” Gurieli said with a snarl. 

“Famine gnaws at the soul,” she pleaded with him. “At least leave us something!”

“These are my orders,” the captain snapped back. “If you don’t like them, take up the matter with the Governor General of Königsberg, or better still, Elizabeth Petrovna, Empress of all Russia.”

She kept her own counsel on that one. 

A younger officer – a lieutenant – joined them. He was the one Konstantin had been berating. He had a slight build and rounded shoulders. Marion particularly noticed his gleaming emerald-green eyes and, protruding from beneath his cap, strands of curly red hair. 

“Your report, Lieutenant Fermor,” the captain said. 

“The men have gathered everything they can,” the lieutenant replied.

“Good, then prepare the column to leave,” Gurieli said. He bestowed on Marion a smug grin and strode towards his dapple-grey horse. 

The monster was going to steal her people’s harvest. There was so little time to save her people. She had to stop him. She darted in front of him, arms outstretched, blocking his way. 

Mouth agape, the captain stepped back, evidently as surprised as she was by her impetuous action. 

“Get out of my way – or suffer the consequences.” 

Breathing hard, her heart pumping, she glared at him. “Please. Don’t steal our harvest!” 

The captain leaned forward and barked, “Don’t prevent me from following my orders!” 

She chose her next words carefully. “This is cruel, vindictive and contrary to the teachings of Our Lord!”

“Bah!” he scoffed. “I don’t care. The Lutheran Church is full of heretics anyway.” 

Silence gripped her round the throat. Fear bared its claws.

“What about the little ones?” she pleaded. “Don’t you have children, Captain Gurieli? Leave something for them, I beg you.” 

“Blame it on that odious King Frederick of yours,” the captain replied, tapping his riding whip against his thigh. “Because of his hubris, my countrymen – and yours – die horribly on the battlefield. I’ve seen hundreds lose their limbs. A whole generation is amputated. So many fatherless families. Don’t preach to me about children. Be thankful I’m leaving you your lives!” 

“I will not let you leave my people to starve!” Every word was like a peal of thunder.

“Get out of my way, you whore!” the captain hissed. 

Hans rushed forward, shouting, “How dare you address my mother like that!” 

“Who is this suckling babe?” Gurieli laid on the scorn.

“I’m not a child, I’m a man,” Hans snapped. 

What happened next seemed to do so in slow motion.

The glint of a blade in the sunlight. Hans’ overhead thrust parried by Gurieli. The dagger falling from her son’s hand spiralling through the air. Gurieli knocking the boy to the ground and plunging his foot on his chest, then lifting his riding whip above his head. 

She flung herself into the trajectory of the whip. 

It ripped her cheek and stung her with a shooting pain the like of which she had never experienced. Her knees trembled. With the sheer force of will, she urged herself not to move, nor wipe away the blood trickling down her cheek. 

Otto and the young lieutenant rushed towards the captain. 

“Stop right there!” One fiery glance endorsed her command. 

Defiant like a granite mountain before a storm, she stared into the captain’s eyes.

“Move out of my way, or I’ll have to…” Gurieli said.

The captain raised his whip hand and she winced, expecting another strike. A moment passed. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes. The captain and the young lieutenant were grappling and grunting like a couple of great bears. Hans got up from the ground and she flung a protective arm around him. The lieutenant twisted Gurieli’s hand, forcing him to drop the whip. 

Gurieli pulled away, shouting, “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” 

“You struck a lady! Call yourself an Imperial Russian officer? You’ve dishonoured the regiment!” the lieutenant replied. 

“This is the foreigner’s true colour!” the captain stoked the flames. “White – like the flag of surrender! You’d have our great mother country bow the knee to Prussians!”

 The lieutenant unsheathed his sabre and slashed it against the side of the captain’s head, severing his left ear in one swift, clean blow. The ear landed in the summer dust. Blood oozed down the captain’s neck, turning his crisp white uniform a sanguine shade of scarlet. The captain stroked the wound, examined the blood on his hand and licked it. His face transformed into one of unadulterated fury. 

“You’ve done it now, little Lieutenant,” Gurieli snarled. “You are under my command. Your precious uncle isn’t here to cosset you.” 

The cut on her cheek seared right through her. Waves of pain beat against her legs. She felt dizzy and leaned against Hans. 

The lieutenant took a step back and bowed his head. He seemed to have realised the gravity of his action. In a grovelling tone, he said, “I-I’m sorry, Captain.” 

“You will be. Here, bite on this!” The captain pulled out his sabre and drove at the lieutenant, who tried to parry the thrust, but Gurieli ran the lieutenant through the side. She cringed at the squishing sound of the sword piercing his flesh. Gurieli withdrew the sabre and blood spurted in an arc, colouring the sandy ground in a hot crimson stream. 

The lieutenant slumped to his knees, clutching his side, blood squelching through his fingers. The captain walked round him, planted a boot on the lieutenant’s back and kicked him to the ground, face first.

No one moved. Everyone was in shock. 

The lieutenant lay in a pool of blood oozing into the yellow sand, as flies descended on the banquet. Nearby, the captain’s horse, feeling the ambient tension, deposited a large volume of stinking excrement onto the forecourt.

“There, Gräfin.” The captain’s voice ascended the heights of mockery. “There’s food for your people. From the horse’s arse!”

Marion clung onto Hans’ arm, to prevent him from going back into the fray and stop herself falling over in a heap.

The adjutant stumbled over to where the lieutenant lay stricken on the ground, his life oozing out onto the gravel. 

The captain barked at him, “Leave him!”

“He’ll die, Captain Gurieli,” the adjutant replied. 

“He struck a superior officer, an offence that bears a grave punishment. Do you want to suffer the same fate?”

The adjutant frowned and shook his head. 

“Then pick that up!” Gurieli pointed to his bloody ear. 

“Yes, Captain,” the adjutant murmured.

“And that.” Gurieli pointed to his whip. “Now let’s leave this accursed place.”

Gurieli led the column off – taking with them most of their horses, carts and wagons carrying the bulk of the estate’s winter food supplies. They left behind fear of famine, a pile of steaming horse shit and a mortally wounded Russian officer. 

Once she made sure Hans was unhurt, Marion acted quickly. “Find the doctor. This wound needs cauterising. Bring the lieutenant inside.” 

Otto picked him up by the armpits while Konstantin grabbed the boy’s feet. They hauled him as far as the entrance of the Schloss, where a barrel of a man with a face pitted like the full moon, stood on the steps. Few survived the smallpox, but he had. Arms folded, he blocked their way.

“Alexander,” she said to him, “let them pass.” 

The huntsman ignored her and lanced the boil of his opinion. Pointing to the stricken lieutenant, he snarled, “Him, he’s Russian scum. They raped our women and our land. They left him here to die. If it were me, I’d do the same.”

“We’re trying to save his life,” she replied. 

“What life? He’s not worth it. His soldiers stole our food and our peace of mind. What we gonna feed him on? Berries? Grass? Nah. I see real life in the woods. The beasts of the forest knows the way of things. They’d leave him to die. Not thee, though, Your Excellency. You wanna feed our enemy with food we ain’t even got!”

She glared at him like a Prussian Medusa, willing him to turn to stone under her gaze. “Listen to me! That man doesn’t even know who I am, yet was prepared to lay down his life for me and my son. What more can you ask of a friend, so how can he be an enemy? Now move!” 

While the huntsman beat a calculated retreat, she knew it was a temporary respite. The fear of famine crawled into people’s lives like vermin and was as equally hard to remove. 

 

 About the Author

Justin Newland

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.

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.

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Crime / Suspense / thriller

Date Published: 06/07/2021

Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd

 

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The town of Unity sits perched on the edge of a yawning ravine where, long
ago, a charisma of angels provided spiritual succour to a fledgeling human
race. Then mankind was granted the gift of free will and had to find its own
way, albeit with the guidance of the angels. The people’s first
conscious act was to make an exodus from Unity – they built a rope
bridge across the ravine and founded the town of Topeth. For a time, the
union between the people of Topeth and the angels of Unity was one of mutual
benefit. After that early spring advance, there had been a torrid decline in
which mankind’s development resembled a crumpled, fading autumnal
leaf.

Following the promptings of an inner voice, Tula, a young woman from the
city, trudges into Topeth. Her quest is to abide with the angels and thereby
discover the right and proper exercise of free will. To do that, she has to
cross the bridge – and overcome her vertigo.

Topeth is in upheaval; the townsfolk blame the death of a child on dust
from the nearby copper mines. The priests have convinced them that a horde
of devils have thrown the angels out of Unity and now occupy the bridge,
possessing anyone who trespasses on it. Then there’s the heinous
Temple of Moloch!

The Abdication is the story of Tula’s endeavour to step upon the path
of a destiny far greater than she could ever have imagined.

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About the Author

Justin Newland

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history
thrillers – that’s history with a supernatural twist. His stories
feature known events and real people from history which are re-told and
examined through the lens of the supernatural. He gives author talks and is
a regular contributor to BBC Radio Bristol’s Thought for the Day. He
lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset,
England.

 

His Books

The Genes of Isis is a tale of love, destruction and ephemeral power set
under the skies of Ancient Egypt. A re-telling of the Biblical story of the
flood, it reveals the mystery of the genes of Isis – or genesis
– of mankind. ISBN 9781789014860.

“The novel is creative, sophisticated, and downright brilliant! I
couldn’t ask more of an Egyptian-esque book!”
– Lauren,
Books Beyond the Story.

 

The Old Dragon’s Head is a historical fantasy and supernatural
thriller set during the Ming Dynasty and played out in the shadows the Great
Wall of China. It explores the secret history of the influences that shaped
the beginnings of modern times.  ISBN 9781789015829.

‘The author is an excellent storyteller.” – British
Fantasy Society.

 

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation reveals the secret
history of the Industrial Revolution. ISBN 9781838591885.

“The novel explores the themes of belonging, outsiders…
religion and war…  filtered through the lens of the
other-worldly.”
– A. Deane, Page Farer Book Blog.

 

His latest, The Abdication (July, 2021), is a suspense thriller, a journey
of destiny, wisdom and self-discovery. ISBN 9781800463950.

“In Topeth, Tula confronts the truth, her faith in herself, faith in
a higher purpose, and ultimately, what it means to abdicate that
faith.” – 
V. Triola, Coast to Coast.

 

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Date Published: 06/07/2021

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The town of Unity sits perched on the edge of a yawning ravine where, long
ago, a charisma of angels provided spiritual succour to a fledgeling human
race. Then mankind was granted the gift of free will and had to find its own
way, albeit with the guidance of the angels. The people’s first
conscious act was to make an exodus from Unity – they built a rope
bridge across the ravine and founded the town of Topeth. For a time, the
union between the people of Topeth and the angels of Unity was one of mutual
benefit. After that early spring advance, there had been a torrid decline in
which mankind’s development resembled a crumpled, fading autumnal
leaf.

Following the promptings of an inner voice, Tula, a young woman from the
city, trudges into Topeth. Her quest is to abide with the angels and thereby
discover the right and proper exercise of free will. To do that, she has to
cross the bridge – and overcome her vertigo.

Topeth is in upheaval; the townsfolk blame the death of a child on dust
from the nearby copper mines. The priests have convinced them that a horde
of devils have thrown the angels out of Unity and now occupy the bridge,
possessing anyone who trespasses on it. Then there’s the heinous
Temple of Moloch!

The Abdication is the story of Tula’s endeavour to step upon the path
of a destiny far greater than she could ever have imagined.

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13.  The Acropolis

Tula staggered away from the Temple of Moloch to escape the toxic atmosphere. The air was thin. Her body was sweating, her stomach, knotted. Once in a while, she paused to gather her breath. Her head swirled with conflicting views about the townsfolk. At one turn they were kind and hospitable, but then they seemed to flip into a collective madness, in which they were possessed and intoxicated by a deluded sadistic pleasure.

There were no devils, other than those believed and invested in by people’s hearts and minds. The devils had no power without the freely given will of the people. She did not think this was how the gift of free will was intended to be exercised.

Then there was the bridge, a bridge to the future, away from the past and into the bright lights of tomorrow. Was its true name Via Angelica or the Devils’ Bridge? After Jevros’s fall and the tragic death of his baby girl, she had entertained her doubts. And now Moloch – the terrifying monster.

She needed a quiet place to meditate. The sun was arcing in the sky and sending waves of heat onto the town. The sunlight glinted on the derelict temple columns on Acropolis Hill. On first arriving in Topeth, the old structure had intrigued her. It would be an ideal sanctuary, at least until the gruesome ceremony at the bronze temple had finished.

Occupying the highest point in the town, the old Acropolis had been abandoned to nature, a monumental relic to a past era. She found herself at the head of a causeway leading to the first of three tiered terraces or courts, each separated by a low boundary wall running around the hillside like a girdle. The Acropolis building itself, or what was left of it, stood bleak and proud on the uppermost peak.

On entering the outer court, she scrunched up her nose. The stench was coming from a mound of rubbish. Blotches of weed poked through the gaps in the pile of old rotting clothes, discarded sandals, broken bottles and more of those nearly new children’s toys. The tip had attracted vermin, who, on her arrival, scampered for cover into the tall, thin spindles of dry grass. Schooled both by the adversity of the heat and the rarity of the atmosphere in Topeth, the rats seemed as big as beavers and mountain-ready.

Rats she did not like, neither the four-legged variety nor the two-legged. She had encountered a few of both in her short time on Earth and bore a particular disgust for the latter. Both smelled; the four-legged were putrid and the two-legged, well, they were even worse, since they had free will and therefore had volunteered to act like the four-legged variety.

Then there was the compliance, the serial inability to think for oneself and to follow others as a matter of course. She did not like that either. Yet it was as infuriatingly difficult to spot as to eradicate. Her pet hate was the giving of a name by its parents to a child. Her parents had named her Tula. She had not asked for it, condoned it, or even agreed to it, yet the name had stuck. One day, she would give herself a new name, to mark the beginning of her life-long quest, with a name chosen by her that chimed with her perceived destiny. Now that sounded like the proper exercise of free will.

She was Tula; Tula was she. The name had echoes of the tulip, the flower. Did her cheeks bloom with their fiery reds? Did she smell as nice? Could she smell her own body odour or her own clothes? They mostly smelled of sweat and fear, but on the odd occasion that she found that quiet, listening space in herself, she smelled as sweet as the turban-topped tulip.

 

About the Author

Justin Newland

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history
thrillers – that’s history with a supernatural twist. His stories
feature known events and real people from history which are re-told and
examined through the lens of the supernatural. He gives author talks and is
a regular contributor to BBC Radio Bristol’s Thought for the Day. He
lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset,
England.

 

His Books

The Genes of Isis is a tale of love, destruction and ephemeral power set
under the skies of Ancient Egypt. A re-telling of the Biblical story of the
flood, it reveals the mystery of the genes of Isis – or genesis
– of mankind. ISBN 9781789014860.

“The novel is creative, sophisticated, and downright brilliant! I
couldn’t ask more of an Egyptian-esque book!”
– Lauren,
Books Beyond the Story.

 

The Old Dragon’s Head is a historical fantasy and supernatural
thriller set during the Ming Dynasty and played out in the shadows the Great
Wall of China. It explores the secret history of the influences that shaped
the beginnings of modern times.  ISBN 9781789015829.

‘The author is an excellent storyteller.” – British
Fantasy Society.

 

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation reveals the secret
history of the Industrial Revolution. ISBN 9781838591885.

“The novel explores the themes of belonging, outsiders…
religion and war…  filtered through the lens of the
other-worldly.”
– A. Deane, Page Farer Book Blog.

 

His latest, The Abdication (July, 2021), is a suspense thriller, a journey
of destiny, wisdom and self-discovery. ISBN 9781800463950.

“In Topeth, Tula confronts the truth, her faith in herself, faith in
a higher purpose, and ultimately, what it means to abdicate that
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The Genes of Isis Spotlight

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Epic/Mythological Fantasy

Date Published: 08-28-2018

Publisher: Troubador

 

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Akasha is a precocious young woman who lives in a world where oceans circulate in the aquamarine sky waters.

Before she was born, the Helios, a tribe of angels from the sun, came to Earth to deliver the Surge, the next step in the evolution of an embryonic human race. Instead, they left humanity on the brink of extinction and spawned a race of monstrous hybrids.

Horque is a Solarii, another tribe of angels, sent to Earth to rescue the genetic mix-up and release the Surge.

When Akasha has a premonition that a great flood is imminent and falls in love with Horque, her life becomes an instrument for apocalyptic change. But will it save the three races – humans, hybrids and Solarii – from the killing waters?

 

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About the Author

Justin Newland

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history thrillers – that’s history with a supernatural twist. His stories feature known events and real people from history which are re-told and examined through the lens of the supernatural. He gives author talks and is a regular contributor to BBC Radio Bristol’s Thought for the Day. He lives with his partner in plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.

His Books…

The Genes of Isis is a tale of love, destruction and ephemeral power set under the skies of Ancient Egypt. A re-telling of the Biblical story of the flood, it reveals the mystery of the genes of Isis – or genesis – of mankind. ISBN 9781789014860.

“The novel is creative, sophisticated, and downright brilliant! I couldn’t ask more of an Egyptian-esque book!” – Lauren, Books Beyond the Story.

The Old Dragon’s Head is a historical fantasy and supernatural thriller set during the Ming Dynasty and played out in the shadows the Great Wall of China. It explores the secret history of the influences that shaped the beginnings of modern times.  ISBN 9781789015829.

‘The author is an excellent storyteller.” – British Fantasy Society.

Set during the Great Enlightenment, The Coronation reveals the secret history of the Industrial Revolution. ISBN 9781838591885.

“The novel explores the themes of belonging, outsiders… religion and war…  filtered through the lens of the other-worldly.” – A. Deane, Page Farer Book Blog.

His latest, The Abdication (July, 2021), is a suspense thriller, a journey of destiny, wisdom and self-discovery. ISBN 9781800463950.

“In Topeth, Tula confronts the truth, her faith in herself, faith in a higher purpose, and ultimately, what it means to abdicate that faith.”

V. Triola, Coast to Coast.

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