Last seen in the bar at Bowfield Spring, warily surrendering to Kellimar Sord’s challenging invitation to go through the doors to the bedroom areas, Kyre felt akin to a sinking ship, recalling the Blood Eagle, the EagleWing that had been hovering over the buildings when he entered. ‘It wasn’t out there for no purpose,’ he was thinking.
And now, he awakens, not knowing where he is, trying to piece together the happenings that almost killed him.If he recovers from his injuries, what might await him should he return to Lordstown? the voluptuous, but perfidious arms of the Rua Sisterhood, in the form of Sariri?A battle in the Valley of the Ribs against the troops of Aitierra?Or will the breakaway province of Mindar enrage Lady Delphindiana to the point of despatching Kyre to, ‘do them a kindness and kill them all.’?Why, above all, does the EagleWing still soar over him? The Bringer of Blood that presages destruction and death?
Trevor is a Nottinghamshire, UK writer. Educated at Old Basford Primary School, Nottingham; High Pavement Grammar School, Nottingham; Hull University, and Nottingham University.
His short stories and poems have frequently won prizes, and he has appeared on television discussing local matters.
As well as the Realms of Kyre medieval fantasy saga, the New-Classic Sci-Fi books, and the OsssOss Series of short stories, he has published many reader-friendly non-fiction books and articles. These are mostly about exploring active volcanoes around the world, and searching for fossilised dinosaur footprints on Yorkshire’s Jurassic coast. In the 1980s, his Ph.D. research pioneered the use of computers in the education of children with profound learning difficulties. Much of this research was published in educational, medical and computing magazines and journals.
He spent fourteen years at the classroom chalkface; sixteen as headteacher of a special school; and sixteen as an Ofsted school inspector to round it off. At the time, his teacher wife, Chris, joked that it was “Sleeping with the Enemy”.
Now retired, Trevor writes, walks the local footpaths; curses his computers; and loves his wife, the cat and his kids.