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Eilean Munde, Glencoe, Kinlochleven, lord Strathcona, Massacre of Glencoe, Noelle Clark, Shehanne Moore. Lindsay J Pryor, The Devil's Staircase, the Hidden Valley., The Lochan
Apologies for this post being late. I was in the land of Oz… aye right, if only…blogging with Noelle Clark, on the subject of the Bloody Code. 
Now that is what the 222 crimes in Britain punishable by death was called. Do you know the things I would have been hung for in 18th century Britain, the threatening letters I have written in my time? I wouldn’t have been alone either.
http://www.noelleclarkauthor.com/2013/04/my-guest-author-today-shehanne-moore.html
Then Fury got invited elsewhere. I knew I should never have let the bloody woman on here with that picture of that bloody organ grinder and Thomas. What it is about bad women? Now she can’t shut her chops about them. And all this blabbing is stuff I have to write for her as you can see here https://t.co/redirect?url=http%3A%2F%2Ft.co%2FtizmoT8MM4&sig=5fe1688c6b293ef8f7f0eef342ac3b8bf08a539f&uid=719929340&iid=09829699-7acc-43fb-8104-07f3f8cbd99e&nid=4+252&t=1 because she is too busy poncing about sending postcards while she is about it too.
I have a special guest and fabulous writer up next blog, Mz Lindsay J.Pryor to finish the tour on a very unusual note.
Second books are tricky, although as this was actually my first, not Fury, what was tricky was seeing that email from my editor in my inbox the day before Fury’s book launch, 10 days after I subbed the manuscript. Passez me the gas, I thought dismally, pulling the big girl pants on. She’d already said it would three weeks for any kind of decision which would have to come from up the tree. This doesn’t look as if it’s even getting on the tree. Never mind up it.
But hey.. it had been and now it was coming back down early. So now I’m going to sneak you round….and I do mean sneak, if my hero the Black Wolf catches us we are dead, unless we can look like this
and even if we do (sorry bambi lovers everywhere) ….some of the interesting places in the pass connected with the book. Starting right here..
Oops sorry, just taking a leaf out of Fury’s book there. Though let me tell you this place is interesting,’specially on a Sat nite.
Starting here
The Devil’s Staircase. 
In 1692, the path was the approach route for the (apparently delayed) troops coming from Kinlochleven to provide reinforcements for the Massacre of Glencoe in which 38 people died. Does one need any more inspiration? Guard the pass, you guard the glen. because massacres? There’s been a few of these. But we should move swiftly on if we don’t want another….DO mind the stones….
The Hidden Valley 
And the Macdonalds hid their stolen cows here? I think I asked the first time I was ever here. I mean the coos must have had quite a climb, how they got along the rake with their big cloppers I can’t imagine. Still, having entered the ‘forbidden’ world of the Black Wolf, this place was ideal for disappearing further, which maybe we should do now……without falling to the foot of that gully there… But this gully is mentioned in the book
The Lochan
All right…man made under the most romantic circumstances by Lord Strathcona, https://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/2012/09/10/she-had-seduced-him/ so here doubling as the lovely loch of Lochalpin. Naturally in the story it has a castle out on the loch, and the Black Wolf and his bunch of bandits live in underground caves on the shore…so let’s not hang about here either…..
No not a person. A place. The burial island once used by the Stewarts of Ballachulish, the MacDonalds of Glencoe and the Camerons of Callart. The clans shared the island and the maintenance of the graves, even when they were responsible for putting one another in them. Also the site of a chapel built by St. Fintan Mundus…naturally chapel and island doubles for the Island of the Saints.
Of course Glencoe has lots of other famous landmarks but I built the story round these ones. And as we don’t want caught by the Black Wolf…. it’s time to make like a tree and leave, unless we want any of these headstones to be ours……
To Love…Honor…And Betray… ‘HIS JUDAS BRIDE’ by Shehanne Moore coming soon from Etopia Press.
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- https://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/2012/09/10/she-had-seduced-him/
shehanne moore 
I’d just like to point out that’s not Mr Shey in the photograph with the random toilet!
did I say it was? I make no comment re his ability to read…
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I love this tour with the grumbling asides of Fury’s behavior. An excellent reminder of setting, once again, and its status as a thing alive in the story, and not just a matte background. The mountains and tavern are enough to make me drag the family out to Scotland for a hiking holiday. 😉
Oh Fury never recovered from not being my only heroine. Glencoe is of course, awash with inspiration. There’s not a lot of easy bots to do there except for the Lochan. The Hidden Valley is totally hidden until the last. I really wanted to get at the land and the brutality of the land at times, . the kind of people it would forge and also how you would use the land to defend yourself if you had to, as well as what you would do to preserve it and its people,in this book. I do hope you succeed in dragging the family over. LET ME KNOW if you do. We can meet.
That would be lovely! I can’t fathom such a journey possible with the boys as rebellious as they are in all ways (especially in using the toilet–they HATE it), but once everyone’s capable of personal hygiene, I’m going to put the bug in Bo’s ear.
I love that dichotomy: The land forges us, and we use it in return. Both in a constant state of change, even if that change is but a movement of a single blade of grass.
Lovely, Shey, as always. xxx
Aw, Jean it would be great to see you. Truly. Hee hee laughing at the boys. Just boys ! It would be the outdoors anyway!!! Sorry. You are so kind. That is beautiful about the blade of grass. xxxx