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A preview and extracts from The Prang Codex, an episodic collection of tales set loosely in the mid twelfth century, in the last remaining independent Saxon monarchy in Norman England, due to a nifty legal loophole and an ancient Norman Conquest Charter.
A set of chronicles in which the King suffers visits from the two mincing actors, Short and Curly: Lorenz Lawne-Bowlyngge, the flamboyant interior designer: Dr Misaubin, the travelling apothecary and snake-oil man: the misguided owner of a henge-building franchise: a bunch of Notaries from the law firm of Minge Minge Crap-hound Spiv & Minge: Tull, the inventor of the Gardeners Claw: a money-grabbing Water-diviner: an itinerant Tiler: a bunch of homicidal German mercenaries: Joey Pantolooni, the leader of the worst circus on the planet, and many more, and we meet Griswolde Pauncefoote, the worst musician in the world: his brother, the Black Knight: Rijk Van Dyjke, the Flemish ice sculptor: Max Hispano-Suiza, carriage builder and second-hand cart dealer: Leonardo Van Tableaux, the hack tabloid painter: Archer, the longbow-man prepared to commit perjury on the King’s behalf: Dr Placebo-Ganglion, the castle physician: Blacques Jacques à t’Acques, the “French” pirate captain: Robin Hood: The Assassin Astreau-Turphe & Henry II (real King).
Our window into this murky medieval world is through the medium of Prang’s Journal, a scruffy assemblage of parchment sheets loosely bound in a ratty piece of second-hand vellum, that has survived the ravages of the centuries against all odds. Prang’s daily entries however are somewhat economical with the truth to put it mildly, tending to gloss over his faux pas in his dealings with the King and even omitting some of the worst episodes altogether. Fortunately for the sake of history we are able to assemble the true events behind these woefully sketchy diary entries from various recently-discovered contemporary writings which, unfortunately from Prang’s viewpoint, put the record straight.
Here, for the first time together, are extracts from Wizard Prang’s Journal, a chronicler clearly not in the same class as Samuel Pepys, together with the true catastrophic events behind each entry.
Right next to his left boot there was a rusty nail sticking out of the floorboards. Maybe I'll wake up if I hurt myself, I felt my tears run down my face and just as one fell on the floorboard, he reached down and grabbed my hand with such force I thought he was going to brake it. As he pulled me up I pushed my free hand into the nail and closed my eyes as it penetrated my skin.
Ahhhh I screamed in pain, jumped off the bed and landed in the middle of my room. I looked around in surprise holding my breath and then exhaled relieved that I was safe. I lay down on my knees, I was exhausted, I took my hands to my face only to see that I was bleeding from a wound in the middle of my palm. Damn I'm crazy
Maggie's father works as an archeologist all over Egypt. Because of her father's interest, Maggie has read books on Ancient Egypt all her life. Although she knows everything there is to know about the wondrous culture and architecture, she knows nothing of herself and her true purpose. Maggie soon meets a boy who tries to help her understand her destiny. Is Maggie up to the challenge?