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Rosemary Goring reviews Andrew Greig s full-throttle adventure novel set during the Lang Siege of Edinburgh Castle

Rose Nicolson Part 1: Death of a father | The Southern Reporter

Andrew Greig Prologue: The Doo-Cot We had become near-accustomed to the farting thud of small cannon, the prattle of musketry, the yelled orders and clashed steel, all swirling about our city’s tenements. Then followed the clatter as a sortie of Queen’s Men from the Castle swept through the barricades, down the High Street to confront the King’s Men. Rose Nicolson by Andrew Greig At the first explosions, my father would sigh, go down the winding stair to bar the entrance to our close, then latch-key our nail-studded door. He would return to our refuge, solemnly count our heads, place the key on his work table, then go back to writing inventories and bills of sale.

Rose Nicolson Part 1: Death of a father | Midlothian Advertiser

Andrew Greig Prologue: The Doo-Cot We had become near-accustomed to the farting thud of small cannon, the prattle of musketry, the yelled orders and clashed steel, all swirling about our city’s tenements. Then followed the clatter as a sortie of Queen’s Men from the Castle swept through the barricades, down the High Street to confront the King’s Men. Rose Nicolson by Andrew Greig At the first explosions, my father would sigh, go down the winding stair to bar the entrance to our close, then latch-key our nail-studded door. He would return to our refuge, solemnly count our heads, place the key on his work table, then go back to writing inventories and bills of sale.

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