The Gharsias have guarded their secret closely, but has it secured their safety?
1547: the old kings of France and England are dead. In both kingdoms, uncertainty hovers over the question of religious reform. Discontent simmers in the countryside, ready to erupt, and the fragile peace between the two realms is about to disintegrate.
Luis Gharsia sets sail for England, determined to consolidate his burgeoning wine trade with Thomas Weaver and to rekindle his friendship with Weaver’s intriguing daughter, Alyce.
As a Morisco, Luis can observe the religious changes with secret impartiality, but when those he cares about are threatened, he must act...
About the Author
Barbara Greig grew up in Roker before moving to Teesdale at the age of eight. After a career in teaching history, Greig decided to dedicate herself to writing fiction.
My biography could be seen as unexceptional. I was born, a happy child, into a loving stable family. I grew up, worked hard but not too hard, went to university, worked in a betting office, taught for a while, met a good man, married and started to raise a family. My career blossomed when I returned to work after my children went to school. Suddenly I was more than I thought I would be. I worked hard, harder than ever, as I had a responsibility to others. I returned to work initially for one day a week. After three years I was running a small department at South Park College and after four, a much larger one at Prior Pursglove College. The years passed, my children went to university and moved south to pursue their careers. It is unexceptional biography - except for the stories in my head. An imaginative child, I grew up in Roker; my days in rhythm to the shipyard siren. At eight I moved to Teesdale, a world of wild exciting places. I read vociferously, discovered the joy of history and wove intricate plots involving people from the past. I was advised to apply to university. I continued to daydream, to concoct my stories. I made history teaching my career until the day I decided to stop. “What will you do?” asked my boss, astonished at my announcement. “I am going to write my stories,” I replied, “one of which has been simmering for some considerable time.”