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Apr.08.2014
On the anniversary of the marriage of George, Prince of Wales to Caroline of Brunswick, 1795, an excerpt from THE WOLF AND THE LAMB, First Book in the Berkeley Series. Lord Berkeley ruminates upon the broken vow to remain a bachelor made by his royal boon companion. The Princess Caroline of...
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Aug.08.2012
continued...   The Berkeleys strive to press home their advantage whilst they may...but with some opposition from above Mrs Price stormed off to her kin in an uppity frame of mind. The dust settled upon the cornices and the spiders scuttled out from their bullet-hole webs outside the sash...
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Aug.06.2012
...continuedThe gossipmongers at Weymouth examine Colonel West's astonishing disclosure, but, closer to home, mutiny begins to brew The Colonel could hardly contain himself and made off without finishing his dish of chocolate. He knew the Prince of Wales was in town, staying with the doughty...
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Aug.04.2012
  The Berkeleys follow the Royal Court to Weymouth and all goes according to plan...at first In the scorching summer of 1797, His Majesty agitated to be breathing the ozone of his beloved Dorset coast and the Royal Court removed to Gloucester House in the little port of Weymouth, along with...
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Mar.04.2011
     Mary's sister, Susan, has developed a penchant for lawyers. As she blithely observes, "They can least afford a scandal."   The drawing room in Maria Fitzherbert’s minor London mansion had been skilfully extended to the eye by vertical lakes of mirrors in the rococo...
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Sep.30.2010
  Preview passage from The Sheep and The Goats, Book Two of the Berkeley Trilogy. Lord Dursley and his cousin, Berkeley (Bly) Craven distill a little fine wisdom.   With the passing months, the lovelorn young Viscount discovered that the imbibing of hemlock was not a sine qua non to...
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Jul.18.2010
                          Throughout that winter, His Majesty maundered in a land where he was subject, not ruler; gaoled within the Stygian precincts of his own psyche and immured in his ancestral home at Windsor, or else at The...