
Long, long ago, before my second son went to live in Sweden and I had grandchildren of Ash and Elm, I had a contract to re-write various Norse myths and legends as short stories for an educational publisher. I was well into the project when the whole thing was cancelled. Disappointing, but these things happen, and if you are a writer you know background reading, research and early drafts are rarely wasted – as long as they are filed under a memorable heading.
Sometime later, I went back to the Sigurd, the Dragonslayer story in the Norse Volsung Saga and started to re-write it as a novel using a fictional reluctant hero. The story came together well and was published as The Doomsong Sword, but as fantasy it didn’t fit too well with my historical-crime fiction so I largely ignored it. Until a couple of years ago, when a combination of factors inspired a second, and now a third, book in what has become my historical-fantasy saga.
For some reason, possibly connected to age-related nostalgia for the bracing winds of an Atlantic beach (I’ve lived beside the Mediterranean for a long time), I kept remembering where I used to live in Northam, North Devon. Our family home was built on a Viking battlefield, and I used to walk our dog down Hubba Lane to the River Torridge. Most days I passed, and took no notice of a monument at what is known locally as Bloody Corner. The stone tablet is engraved with these words:
“Stop Stranger Stop,
Near this spot lies buried
King Hubba the Dane,
who was slayed in a bloody retreat,
by King Alfred the Great”
The monument records the first Battle of Northam, when Hubba (Ubba/Ubbe) the Dane was defeated ‘by the men of Devonshire’. It is described in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle as occurring in 878 during the reign of Alfred the Great, but I’m fairly certain Hubba was not actually slain by the king.
According to the ASC, a fleet of 33 longships arrived on the North Devon coast, but not for a typical Viking attack and grab raid. Their intention was invasion and settlement of the fertile land of southern and south-western England because their homeland had become too cold and hostile for successful farming. Knowing this, and being familiar with accounts of Viking attacks and settlements in Spain, melded into the outline for a new series beginning with The Doomsong Sword and leading into documented medieval events.
Apart from their infamous reputation for raiding for treasure and slaughtering innocents, the Vikings, or the Danes as they were called in those days, even if they weren’t from Denmark, travelled huge distances for trade and then in search of land, where they could farm and prosper far better than in the Cold North.
I was aware of Viking settlements in Galicia (Spain) and how they had reached Jerusalem and Constantinople, but when we visited a small town on the coast of Southern Spain a serious author’s ‘what if’ lodged in my mind. This became The Doomsong Voyage a story based on Viking trade in the Middle Sea.
The third book, The Doomsong Legend, has taken me back home to that Viking battlefield, back to Celtic ‘Defenschire’ and an Anglo-Saxon settlement. Fact and fiction, real history with elements of Norse myths and legends have come together to form The Doomsong Saga. The genre may be considered historical-fantasy, but magic, witchcraft and the fantastical were an important part of everyday life before electricity, and long, long ago our ancestors were telling similar stories around their communal fire-pits.
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JGH
Málaga, July, 2026





Having lived on the Mediterranean coast in Italy and Spain for more than half my life, I was familiar with how the Vikings raided and traded as far as the Levant. This fictional voyage also includes a version of Al-Andalus. My Independent state of Barbalus was the result of a weekend in the hill-top town of Vejer de la Frontera and staying in an old house with a patio like this.
books about early medieval Ireland: 



I had a rural childhood of the sort almost unimaginable today. I grew up over 50 years ago, roaming fields and woods and lanes on foot or on my bike, often alone. I watched the progression of wildflowers over the summer; I watched planting and harvest.
The series isn’t set in the real world, but neither is it truly a fantasy world. There are no variations from the laws of physics or nature, only (barely) a fantasy geography. There are no fae or otherworldly creatures, only the flora and fauna of northern and central Europe.
Many generations past, the great empire from the east left Lena’s country to its own defences. Now invasion threatens…and to save their land, women must learn the skills of war.



From my desk here in the Province of Málaga I can see the Sierra de Las Nieves. This was where the Moors of Al-Ándalus used to harvest snow to be collected in summer for sherbet and to keep medicines cool. To the right out of a large picture window is the bandalero country of The Empress Emerald; to the left, beyond mauve-shaded mountains, are ancient fishing villages now known as the Costa del Sol, but once prey to the Barbary corsairs featured in The Chosen Man Trilogy. 
Despite my somewhat Latinized outlook, though, what I see through my Spanish picture window when I am at my desk in Málaga is still with a realistic Englishwoman’s eyes.
If, like me, you enjoy novels that takes you into the past and/or far away, check out the excellent Bristish historical fiction author, Deborah Swift. She has a new novel set in 17th century Italy out now, too.
If you enjoy gritty, contemporary British police crime fiction, try B.A. Morton’s frightening, heart-rending ‘Crime on the Tyne’.


