S. G. Ullman

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Once upon a time in the Téuta, the ground shook. The cliff fell, and boulders came tumbling down, crushing everything and everyone in their path. The surviving villagers blamed Welo, the nightmare giant, for the disaster.

When little blind Kaikos notices mysterious spiritual activity on the ground, she must keep it a secret. The villagers will not hesitate to sacrifice Welo’s cursed granddaughter if it stops the earth from shaking again.

With the fragile line between love and hate erased by fear, Kaikos must brave growing darkness to survive.

The Téuta’s Child is a gripping tale of loss and redemption, set in neolithic times.

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A notch on the age-stick

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Kensington Day of the Book festival

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Book signing

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Early Morning

A quiet house, a quiet world at five o’clock in the morning, and the quiet is a welcome respite from the relentless cheeriness of the last days before Christmas here. I have nothing against cheeriness. I like it. It’s friendly. And now, well into December, I welcome the music that is everywhere, in every store and restaurant and outside them on the sidewalks. I like music, generally: it’s a...

A walk in the park

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