The 1066 From Normandy

Death and taxes... with extra death.

Yet more medieval detective-sort-of-thing from the best selling author...

Brother Hermitage, the King's most medieval investigator, is about to discover the true meaning of the Norman Conquest; money.

It's all very well Saxons fighting William on the battlefield and trying to kill him, but evading his taxes is simply beyond the pale. Something must be done about it. And who better to do something about things than his own investigator?

The first problem is that the King's Investigator doesn't understand what it is. But then not understanding things has never held him back in the past.

If tax evasion is a bad thing - which William assures him it is - then the people who do it are positively revolting. Hermitage has dealt with deceit, dishonesty and deception in the past, but he's never met people who have made it their life's work.

Needless to say, Wat and Cwen the weavers are dragged into this, quite literally, and Wat seems to know rather too much about dodging tax.

And then, of course, the bodies start piling up. Death and taxes, eh? Who'd have thought…

Brother Hermitage's 16th adventure, and Howard of Warwick's 21st attempt at synchronised scribbling simply reveals more of the same:

5* "Hurrahs for the ole goofy gang! Another terrifically funny adventure"
5* "Hilarious"
5* "More hilarity"

"very good indeed, brilliant," BBC Coventry and Warwick

What real-life readers have said:

Good as ever...always the twist at the end. Can't wait for the next mad episode in the series. Keep going Howard!

I have read every one of Howard of Warwick's delightful books and not one of them has disappointed.

Don't miss another opportunity to revel in the Chronicles of Brother Hermitage.

I laughed out loud, which is sorely needed in these dark times. Jump right in to these Chronicles, they're great.

I always feel so happy while reading these stories and I never can tell where they are going. I loved every minute of reading and look forward to the next tale!

Sigh, I love a monk and have since first we met at De'Ath's Dingle. Is that a great sin? No, no. It is no sin to love one who keeps me laughing.

(And none of these people is related to the author!