My pen name is Raymond Towers, and I am Hispanic generally, and Chicano specifically. I was born on the second day of June, in the year of 1970, in San Diego, California. For the greater part of my life I have called San Diego my home. I have been writing... well, forever. Ever since I could hold a writing instrument and read a book of fiction, I knew that I wanted to be a professional writer. Alas, I was not ready, and not until my fortieth year did I finally have the time and the energy to commit to the craft. I am ready now. Let me take you by the hand, and let us soar to places you are familiar with, or to places you've never before imagined. Let me show you what I've seen with my eyes, what I've dreamed of and envisioned, and what my imagination, experience and wisdom has conjured up for the two of us. I have many, many grand stories to tell you.
Raymund And Natalie's Grand Adventureby Raymond Towers
It is 1069, three years after William has become King of England. The Church and barons are in a constant struggle for land and wealth. The peasants are yoked with bureaucracy and taxes. What does a mature loving couple do when they’ve had their fill of frustration and headache? They go abroad to have the adventure of a lifetime! This e-book has a MEDIUM
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It is 1069, three years after William has become King of England. The Church and barons are in a constant struggle for land and wealth. The peasants are yoked with bureaucracy and taxes. What does a mature loving couple do when they’ve had their fill of frustration and headache? They go abroad to have the adventure of a lifetime! This e-book has a MEDIUM amount of controversial subject matter.
“I won’t mince words with either of you.” Clifton admitted. “And I’ll have you know that this comes directly from the Greyfriars. A new tax is being imposed on all farms in the amount of half a pound, and you’ve been given a quarter moon to pay it.”
“So this is a farm now?” Raymund glanced around. He had a few chickens, a single pig which went out on its own and scavenged vegetation, and, well, not much else.
“According the Greyfriar’s definition, if a property has livestock or grazing animals, it is to be considered a farm.”
“No.” Natalie shook her head. “That pig rents from us, and it pays us in excrement. If you’d bothered to take a good look around, you would have seen that’s it’s stay here is paid up well in advance.”
“I see.” Clifton rubbed his chin. “And I suppose the chickens are under this same arrangement as well?”
“Of course not.” Natalie replied. “The chickens are on a pilgrimage to whatever Holy Land it is that chickens travel off to. They’ve only stopped here for a few days of rest, and they’ll be on the road again as soon as they’re ready.”
“Constable,” Raymund spoke up. “Half a pound is a lot of coin.”
“I know.” Clifton looked away for a moment. “You’re not the first to say that, and you won’t be the last. But as you well know, the will of the Church is the will of God. Let’s move on to the next farm, men.”
“Constable Clifton?” Natalie called out.
“Go sleep with a goat.”
Clifton wasn’t a completely bad sort, despite all of the man’s shortcomings. The man’s hearty laughter could be heard trailing behind him until the gallop of the horses swallowed it up. Within moments, a cloud of scattered dirt obfuscated the riders from view, leaving Raymund to contemplate, and already, to worry.
Natalie’s arms slipped around his waist, her heavy bosom pressed against his back. Her head she rested on Raymund’s shoulder.
“Don’t you get to fretting just yet. We’ll figure something out. We always do.”
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