‘Crach Ffinnant – Justice Prevails’

Book Three in the Crach Ffinnant series, ‘Ravens and Dragons’ is due for release shortly and thus, Book Four begins, it is 1402. Here is a short extract.


Of course, Reginald de Grey protested at his treatment, being manhandled and verbally abused, but Emrys reminded him that a sharp knife would soon stop his moaning.  De Grey became silent and morose, not at all his usual arrogant self.  Sitting alone isolated from the others with his back against a tree, closing tired eyes, trying to block out the catastrophe he found himself to be in, he prayed for sleep to come, but it would not.  Instead voices of rebels, speaking in Welsh, a language he did not understand, echoed in his ears, he knew not what they were talking about.  Paranoid thoughts began to enter his mind.  ‘What if the rebels killed him before they arrived at Glyndwr’s camp?  What if he were to reach there, and Glyndwr decided to kill him?  There was no love lost between the two and he was, after all, responsible for Glyndwr’s problems with the King in the first place.  What if Henry refused to pay the ransom?’  He had so many questions and all were without answers.  Once again, he tried to sleep, without success.

The night came and with it, a further drop in temperature.  Emrys and his men huddled around a fire, blazing in the dark, causing shadows to dance amongst the trees.  Lookouts were relieved by others and came to sit at the fire to thaw themselves out.  Emrys decided to allow the prisoners and Reginald de Grey to come closer to the blaze.  He did not think Owain would be too pleased with him if he let them all freeze to death.

In the morning, as dawn broke on the horizon, the rebels stamped the fire out, burying the embers in an attempt to conceal any evidence of their camp.  The prisoners were cajoled and bundled onto horses and re-tied.  Reginald de Grey once again protested at the treatment he was receiving so Emrys reminded him of what would happen if he were not quiet, waving a knife menacingly under his nose to emphasis the point. 

Emrys took hold of the pommel on the saddle and hauled himself up onto his horse.  Turning in the saddle and lifting his harm, Emrys waved to his men.  All silently moved into the forest.  Reginald de Grey looked around to see if there was anything of note, but all that met his eyes were trees, hundreds of them. The procession rode on through the forest in silence for at least half a day before entering a clearing.  They had arrived at the rebels’ encampment.  Reginald de Grey saw the rebels were well organised.  They had built huts and stables in a semi-circle which housed some of Glyndwr’s army and their horses.  A communal kitchen sat on the other side, pots hung over fires where some men stirred pans with wooden spoons, whilst others sliced up venison for the meal.  At the far side of the compound was a blacksmiths’ barn, alive with the hammering of hot iron.  Amongst sparks that flew here and there, were two large Welshmen, working at anvils, covered in sweat. Rows of mountain ponies were tethered to long ropes, heads deep in nosebags, enjoying grain.  With thick coats they were content in the winter cold.

Emrys dragged Reginald de Grey from his horse and holding him by the shoulders, said.  “And now, my fine feather peacock, time for you to face justice!”  He pushed him towards the largest of the buildings. “Move!”

Owain Glyndwr stood on the veranda. He quietly waited, watching Emrys shove and push Reginald de Grey through the snow towards him.  The fine Lord was not looking his usual preened and arrogant self – indeed, just the opposite. 

I stood next to Owain and although he rarely flew into a temper, I could sense he was seething at the sight of Reginald de Grey.

“Well, my Prince, here he is, at last!”  I said.

Owain did not answer immediately, he was glaring at Reginald de Grey, tapping irritated fingers on the hilt of a dagger which hung at his waist belt.  My Prince then replied quietly, as if trying to contain anger bubbling under the surface.  “It is him.  I have a mind to forget all about a ransom!”

“My Lord!”  Emrys bowed his head and pushed Reginald de Grey to his knees in front of us.  “This is Baron de Grey of Ruthin.”  He paused.  “An old friend?”  He asked, sarcastically.

“So, what will I do with you, Baron?  Cut your throat?  Bury you in a tree alive?  I have so many options.”  Owain stepped towards the Baron and fetched him a hard slap with the back of his hand, full in the face.  De Grey was knocked from his knees at the force of the slap.  His nose bled and a cut opened on his lip as he lay prostrate in the sludge and snow.



It is not until New Years Eve, one can truly reflect on twelve months now gone and waters passed under the bridge taking in its flow, memories, achievements and adventures. There is no doubt 2019 took me to places both in my head and around Wales I did not plan, nor expect. ‘Crach Ffinnant – Rise of the Dragon’ (Volume II) released at the beginning of the year was another milestone in this incredible journey with Words Matter Publishing since winning a writing competition the previous year with ‘Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy’ (Volume I). Spurred on and no pun intended, it was clear Volume III must be written and the quest began.

Debbie and I set about touring North Wales particularly sites of great relevance to the story of Glyndwr. From castles to abbey’s to mountains holding nothing but historic memory we camped and pondered, me writing and Debbie sketching. ‘Crach Ffinnant – Ravens and Dragons’ was born and completed with very little effort but a shed load of fun and adventure. Volume III is due for release early in 2020.

We attended book fairs and events throughout the year, signing books and giving readings, spreading ‘Crach’o’Magic’ wherever we landed. Lazzmatazz 2019 hosted a book fair and literature festival as a fringe event and due to success, this will also be a feature of 2020.

After a grand summer as autumn approached, out of the blue we received a call from Cheryl Beer http://www.thesleepingstoryteller.com Cheryl offered to publish our children’s story, ‘Pablo the Provider of Pixie Picnic Parcels Packed with Poached Parsnip Pie Products’ telling of a pixie with memory problems beautifully illustrated by Debbie Eve. In October Cheryl gave us the book, beautifully printed and presented, made from sustainable sources, it was a joy to behold. An unexpected ‘fairy’ had come to call, waved a magic wand and whoosh!

I have been busy throughout the year recording the audio book for ‘Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy’ and again ‘crach’o’magic’ struck. Grant Eden of http://www.oystermouthradio.com expressed interest in a serialization for radio and ‘Tales from Wales – Book at Bedtime’ was born with ‘Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy’ narrated by me as the featured book. With eight episodes of twenty nine completed, ‘Crach Ffinnant’ has hit the airwaves across cyberspace with more magic to be revealed in 2020.

This whole journey is exciting and certainly full of magic, seeing my creation of Crach Ffinnant grow and begin to flourish from an idea, to paper, to print, to radio and now….. if ‘crach’o’magic’ prevails… to the screen. Volume One – ‘Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy’ has been pitched for Project Alpha 1 hosted by BooksOffice in London. Voting is for one month beginning 14 January and if successful work will begin in March of 2020. I am also submitting my historical drama, ‘Ballad of Penygraig’ in a further project later in the year.


With 2019 almost done I look forward to the adventures ahead this coming year with the release of Book III ‘Crach Ffinnant – Ravens & Dragons’ and completing Book IV, ‘Crach Ffinnant – Justice Prevails’ ready for release in the summer. I cannot pretend some trepidation in my step when considering the bids for my work perhaps getting to the screen, it is exciting and full of magic and in the meantime, Book at Bedtime continues on http://www.oystermouthradio.com More ‘road trips’ for research, fun and intuitive magic, Lazzmatazz 2020 and other events. With no idea where last year would end, there is some idea where this one starts. Happy New Year to all.


I owe the following people much gratitude for their support in 2019. Debbie Eve, Tammy Koelling, Cheryl Beer, Grant Eden, Michael Kennedy, Karen Gemma Brewer and the many kind folk whose paths crossed.



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“We have seen their campfires, my Lord, they have heavy horse and armour and hundreds of foot soldiers with pike and long bow.  I counted an army of fifteen hundred strong.”  Said Gogh.

“Fifteen hundred?”  Tudur needed clarification.

“Yes, my Lord, fifteen hundred.”  Gogh confirmed his count.  “There are Flemish among them and word says they have travelled from Pembroke in the south.”

“That is one hell of a march, Brother!”  Tudur remarked to Owain.  “This is a formidable force.  They will attempt to cut off any means of escape if we are attacked by Hotspur from the north.” 

“How many men do we have at arms now, Tudur?” Owain inquired.

“There are one hundred and fifty here in the compound and another three hundred more in the forest.”  He paused for a moment and then added.  “We do have a lot of long bows and, of course, sure-footed mountain ponies, on our side.”

“Good, as although we are outnumbered by more than three to one, their horses and army are heavy with armour.  If we were on a battlefield of pasture, we would be slaughtered but we are in mountainous terrain.  So, I suggest we withdraw even farther away and wait for them.  The mud, swamps and rock will slow them considerably.  If we make them chase us, I believe they will tire and when the rough ground holds them up, we will make our attack.”  Owain looked at Tudur and smiled.  “We will win.  Worry not.”

The runes I cast earlier in the day suggested a great confrontation and that guile and intellect would overcome the day and a great victory is predicted over adversity.  It seemed to me as if the reading was referring to this imminent battle with the English.  To have been able to create such a large force, Henry must have sailed his army around the coast and then marched them north, or, perhaps, he had gathered them from his garrisons in the south.  It is possible that the Flemish mercenaries met them at Pembroke.  The fact is, we could never know how, but all that really mattered was Henry’s army was less than four days away so we had to move quickly.

Owain gave orders for the men to prepare to ride out at dark and meet up with our major force in the forest so that by the time the English appeared, we would be organised and in wait.  After the evening meal, Tudur and a group of twenty-five rode out into the night.  They were to mislead the English, taking them into our waiting trap.  It was a good plan but only time would tell if it would work or not.

As the cock crowed, Owain and his men mounted their horses and set off at a gallop to meet with the remainder of our force in the forest on the western slopes of Pumlumon, about twenty leagues from Aberystwyth.  Tudur had orders to harass the English and lead them towards Owain’s troop.  This was a good place for a battle, their heavy horses and armour would quickly get bogged down and they would be unable to organize themselves.  Our bowmen would take care of the rest and as Rhodri was in charge, hopefully we would see a repeat of his last ambush where they had wiped out a force of English when they had also been outnumbered at three to one.

Tudur and Will looked over the rock and down into the valley.  The sun glinted and reflected from the English armour and spear points as they marched along.

“They do not seem much organised.”  Will whispered to Tudur.

“Aye, they certainly seem to be lacking basic military skills, even their formation is ought but a disorganized rabble.”  Tudur scratched his chin.  “Look at that!”  He pointed at a small group of soldiers who had simply left the main contingent, and had squatted to the ground to start a fire to camp. 

A knight on an enormous white charger galloped towards them and seemed to be shouting at them but they turned their backs on his protestations, carrying on with whatever they wanted to do.  Fighting certainly seemed to be the furthest thing from their minds.  The knight reined in his charger and galloped away in frustration, leaving a cloud of dust and mud behind him.

“No discipline there, my Lord.”  Observed Will.

“None, indeed, Will, which is bound to be in our favour.”  Tudur moved back from their vantage point into the scrub.  He stood up and said.  “Right, gentlemen!  Let’s have some fun!”

Tudur directed his small band of men efficiently.  Dispatching a few to take cover further up the pass, with their longbows at the ready.  He sent two riders on fast horses to make themselves known to the front riders of the English army and told them to frustrate their path by leading them into a chase.  The two set off at a gallop and on finding their vantage point, waited for the enemy to arrive.

The riders at point of the English force, rode into the clearing, ignorant of what lay ahead of them.  One whistled while daydreaming, whilst the other simply glanced here and there with no real interest in much, almost nodding off in the saddle. 

As Tudor’s men watched from the trees, they signalled to each other, dug spurs into their mounts and trotted into the clearing, just three hundred paces in front of the English riders.  They both stood their mounts in a prominent place, where they would clearly be seen. 

Suddenly, one of the English caught sight of the Welshmen, quickly taking him from his daydream, he shouted at the top of his voice.  “Rebels!  ….. Welsh scum!”




It is now eighteen months since winning the Words Matter Publishing Holiday Book Competition, with Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy.

The second volume in the series, Crach Ffinnant – Rise of the Dragon was published four months ago and Volume Three, Crach Ffinnant – Ravens and Dragons is well underway towards publication. I must admit, social media whilst fascinating in so many ways, especially, personal publicity, is time consuming and does take me away from writing and narrating much more. But we cannot have one without the other, as in this day and age we have to promote ourselves and social media is the engine for that journey. Striking the right balance twixt, writing and social media time is the answer, however, easier said, than done.

Narrating Crach Ffinnant – The Prophecy myself, has been and is most stimulating as I can really bring my story and characters to life, with my own voice as well as words. The first audio book is almost complete and samples I have posted across social media have been well received. This in turn gives me the confidence to push on with other work and I have made audio books of my children’s stories for my SoundCloud site, and folk can download free. I am beginning to film and record storytelling as well as writing, an exciting adventure.

Debbie Eve, Crach Ffinnant series illustrator in addition to working on my books has created gift cards, colouring cards and posters now available on her web site.

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The task is never-ending as I keep creating as so does her pencil and brush. Ah well! Time to scribble some more!




Sunday 2 June welcomed our major fringe event for the weekend, Literature Fest and Book Fair. I was so privileged to welcome so may authors of sound literary standing from Wales and beyond. Sadly we had a tremendously wet day, with showers throughout however, it did not spoil the fun and creativeness unfurling. Some authors gave readings, delighting others with excerpts from their tales, whilst others chatted to festival goers, signing books and other ‘author y’ behaviour. Such a lovely crowd of talented folk. Will we do it next year? Yes I think we will. Grateful thanks to the Mayor of Llandovery, Louise Wride for opening the Literature Fest and Book Fayre and the Castle Hotel for hospitality. More importantly, thank you to our authors!

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See you next year…………………………………..


Saturday brought warm weather and sunshine for most of the day, which kicked off at 1130 am with an open mic session for festival goers wishing to entertain. We were privileged, Her Worship the Mayor of Llandovery, Louise Wride opened the day, welcoming folk to this historic town.

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Fil Zeibicki, our winner from 2018 was the first of our acts to step on the stage. Fil has had a busy year since winning the competition and in good Lazzmatazz tradition, the previous winner of the Welsh Connections / Lazzmatazz Songwriting Competition, always opens the festival program on the Saturday. Fil did not disappoint, playing a lively set with strong vocals we are now so familiar with.

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Marc Gordon, a good friend and sponsor of the ‘Runner Up Prize’ for our competition came next. Playing his own compositions with a fusion of blues and classical arrangements, Marc mellowed our audience in the sunshine.

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We were about to be in for a shock, but nobody knew, especially me. Until that is, Christian Arron Perry and Mia took to the stage. Arron played a few tunes solo and then, was joined by Mia. She is the youngest artist ever to perform at Lazzmatazz, being a tender age of twelve years. As I listened, my heart and soul were moved by this voice, echoing around the festival. As I looked around at the audience, everybody and I mean everybody was silent, transfixed by Mia’s performance. I think this young lady will go far, as the audience clearly agreed, by sharing a rapturous applause. And readers it was well deserved.

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Ronnie Three Chords, a blues guitarist in the style of Joplin was next. Ronnie played with his heart and soul and an appreciative audience shared their love.

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I thought the next act was a Canadian lumberjack, he looked like one and Candy Mountain, played with the strength and fortitude you might expect from a woodsman. Powerful earthy vocals with driving guitar and original compositions. A very strong performance.

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Following the Welsh Connections / Lazzmatazz Songwriting competition, it was to time for the chairman of our judges panel, Paul Nicholas to step up to the microphone. Paul is a seasoned performer, having played extensively in Europe and the UK. His passionate self penned compositions have received radio play globally. Fresh from the Tredegar Folk Festival. Paul did not disappoint, the audience transfixed by haunting vocals, moving lyrics and beautiful guitar playing.

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Our second local Llandovery act of the day, Will Jones stepped on the the Lazzmatazz stage with great confidence, one man and his strat! Playing a few covers and his own material, young Will is a promising young performer, giving one hundred per cent of himself. https://www.facebook.com/gail.adams.568/videos/10218541369264520/ Fresh from a working holiday in Borneo, Frost and Rose approached the microphone. Harry Frost is a talented guitarist providing accompaniment for stunning vocals from Rose. Shades of Amy Winehouse, rattled in my head, and like Amy, Rose has an extensive vocal range, an incredibly hypnotizing set, not to be forgotten. https://www.facebook.com/frostandrose/videos/916593832018135/

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Next up, the Glass Dolls, hailing from Swansea. This five piece band consists of Kelly Bolch on lead vocals with harmonies by Rhiannon Lewis, percussion from Andrew Griffiths, bass with Marvin Medwell, and lead guitar, Andrew Vorn. An incredible set that began on the main stage, but half way through, the heavens opened and ‘rain stopped play’. Within 15 minutes they were up and playing again on the main stage in the ballroom, all dry and snug, thanks to the speed and professionalism of Cariad, our stage management team. A spellbinding set and very well received by the audience. Another Swansea musician followed the Dolls. Christian Sayers, now playing solo after leaving Portraits some months ago. He is a sound performer with an excellent voice, accompanying himself on guitar. His set of self penned songs was powerful in every respect and one can see why he has been selected for the Voice!

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Finally, on Saturday night, our headliners The Fireside Family, with their theatrical show of self penned songs took to the stage. Harmonies, percussion and guitars blended hypnotically and the audience were mesmerized as was I.

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What a day of great fun, music and entertainment and what better way to end, than with a festival jam, that ended around 230 am. I have to be up at 730 to set up the Literary festival for tomorrow, Sunday…… hardly worth going to bed, but worth every minute.