stephan myers

stephan myers

About

It seems I am permanently glued to a rather dIlapidated chair with a much pandered pooch at my feet; though I would not have it any other way. Born in England,  Loss De Plott & The Golden Scroll was my first in novel for grownups featuring the beguiling Loss De Plott.

Having escaped the drudgery of corporate life and become forever lost my imagination I write for all ages. My illustrated children's books beginning with The Colour Red.

Thank you for taking the time to read my profile and I lok forward to connecting with you.

Best wishes, Stephan.

 
 

A King Under Siege

A King Under Siege

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<p><span style="color:rgb(15,17,17);font-family:'Amazon Ember', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;">Richard II found himself under siege not once, but twice in his minority. Crowned king at age ten, he was only fourteen when the Peasants' Revolt terrorized London. But he proved himself every bit the Plantagenet successor, facing Wat Tyler and the rebels when all seemed lost. Alas, his triumph was short-lived, and for the next ten years he struggled to assert himself against his uncles and increasingly hostile nobles. Just like in the days of his great-grandfather Edward II, vengeful magnates strove to separate him from his friends and advisors, and even threatened to depose him if he refused to do their bidding. The Lords Appellant, as they came to be known, purged the royal household with the help of the Merciless Parliament. They murdered his closest allies, leaving the King alone and defenseless. He would never forget his humiliation at the hands of his subjects. Richard's inability to protect his adherents would haunt him for the rest of his life, and he vowed that next time, retribution would be his.</span><br /><span class="a-text-bold" style="color:rgb(15,17,17);font-family:'Amazon Ember', Arial, sans-serif;font-size:14px;font-weight:700;">B.R.A.G. Medallion honoree!</span></p>

Story Behind The Book

Even in this digital age there is no diary we might consult more than that of memory and it often seems to me that the oldest of memories linger longest for the dreams that never die. Constant whispers that remind us all of those halcyon days of youth, when the great expectations for our lives ahead were yet untainted by the realities of life. That everything changes is perhaps the most enduring of universal truths. Yet even that for which we have most longed might often be tinged by sadness, for fundamental to change are the choices we must make. With the years I have come to realise that each step we take in life might be regretted once we begin to dwell upon those other steps we might have taken. More, there seems to me a time for each of us when we might ask what if? Loss De Plott is above all the sum of those choices we might make. Unashamedly written with a Dickensian lilt I wanted to write a book which the reader could not skim across the pages, but be encouraged to find an accord between images and words. Both mediums layered upon each other with the greatest of care, that they might reflect the simplicity and complexity with which we weave the patterns of our lives. To reach once again for those halcyon days of youth, so that we might never forget we are each and every one of us the stuff of dreams and though we might be grown-ups it is never too late to change. I do hope that in time you come to read Loss De Plott and the words resonate with you in the way they have with me.

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