Dear Mr. Cornwell, I am a great fan of your Saxon novels, and look forward to reading your others! Am now on my second run-through of those great books as a matter of fact. Your common theme of the nords ruling ones destiny inspired this brief poem. I debated sending it but I suppose ego got the better of me... I look forward to Uhtred's next battles both in the shield walls, and with the priests. Thanks again. Cheers, Jeff Yazinski
>>> Spinners Time moves like a shadow in the night. Swift and silent and full of omen. Some for good, some for ill. Fated for charm, fated for harm. Yours cannot be chosen, the spinners have woven. Threads of platinum, gold or silver. Or fraying yarn, what will they deliver? Will they give you wealth, or make you shiver? Try as you may, dream all you want, oh the spinners they shall haunt. No matter steady and hard, no matter whether you stay on guard and watch your back, you may wind in a pauper's sack. So find laughs where you can, take love as it comes, a rousing tune continue to hum, for you know not when your time will cease to be done. jy 2008
Many thanks!