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Then came the decision

Hi all,

few weeks ago commenting on an entry the many options that were buzzing in my head. After much thought, and seeing that I have little to end the novel I have in my hands, I've made a decision on the historical novel that will follow.

with great regret on my part I will leave for a time in the history of the eastern Roman empire, leaving the stories I have in my head on Byzantium in return for a dip in the eighteenth century English. In the election have played a number of factors but, if I must be honest, the one that has been heavy Constantinople. Literary journey took her six years streets and, at this point, I need to distance myself a bit of the second Rome. Although not a goodbye, just au revoir, then no doubt over value again later on the shores of Marmara with imagination and a good story.

I have not yet traced the history of my new novel, only a few characters and a vague idea in mind. I also have to start from scratch with the documentation, ie, events, clothing, boats, weapons, construction ... And, as you can tell from these few words, the novel is set in one of the periods in which war was plunged our beloved country. I do not know how I will carry First look at the history of that time, but I guess I can not sit on the keyboard to write before, at least one year, so that this interlude I have thought to use the time by three works of non-historical themes.

I know it's an extremely ambitious goal, but I think with a little planning is acceptable. This year I had a professional certification and two annual courses I have played down UNED long time, so eliminating these two factors I think I'll be able to get more juice in my spare time.

In principle, in summer I have thought about starting the first of the works, which consist of a novel transformation elaborated script mock assault on a bank 'with surprise'. Why this novel? Because virtually every scene I have sketched and, with minor changes could be easily marketable in the international market, which leads me to the need to find a good agent when finished, but hey, better to go step by step. Once

(Christmas, God willing) the next will be the development of the story I wrote for the contest Hislibris, but left the door open to other possibilities, as I have found that such long-term planning are often be too feasible.

And the third will be to my nephews, the that long ago I promised to write a story in which they were the protagonists. Since it is not a novel to publish the will from time to time in the free holes. Now I have the plot more or less raised on the head, so hopefully not too complicated, just have to find the holes to get to the computer (which is enough)

Anyway, those are my expectations, not mean that tomorrow there is something that pour down my plans. But in principle, how well things are going my next historical novel would not see the light before ... 2014! Better not think I get depressed ... Greetings

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Hello everyone,

few weeks ago I said I was going to write some reviews for a friend who is setting up a military-themed website. Finally and is almost ready, so here I leave the link in case you want to take a look:

http://war-combat.com/

In another vein, I have given a big push my current novel and I have written about 75%, I think in a month or so complete it will achieve, if all goes well and the reviews of the UNED not distract me too much. And although I do not expect to see the light easily, here are the prologue for your enjoyment. Greetings

FOREWORD I should be scared. However, the feeling in my insides is deception.


Actually the fault is not mine. We see so many movies and television cheap just convinced that what the screens show a true reflection of reality. Therefore, the interrogation room that gave me more pity than fear. I expected a bright room with a large mirror that occupied an entire wall as a large window on the suspect to transmit the accuser look invisible half dozen detectives.

To my surprise, the room that you could almost waited patiently with his arms covered. The green layer of paint covering walls showed many cracks that sounded like a huge spider web, obscured by the passage of time. The famous glass mirror by which the police could see inside the room without being seen was only three or four inches of width, so that if two people want to look at while most should do it over the shoulder another. In those circumstances, respect and fear me as I reach the police were gone in minutes.

And despite this, you should be scared.

The door opened, emitting a dull snap that heralded the emergence of the inspector. With the same coolness he had shown in our first meeting, Detective Arteaga walked into the room, slamming the door behind him. He sat on the empty chair opposite me and placed a thin manila folder on the table. Without a word, drew several pictures of the cabinet and placed them next to each other on the cold surface. All of them showed a dead person, and all were known to me. Then I looked in silence, though his eyes seemed to say: 'now I know that you've killed'

kept his gaze for a moment, deliberately ignoring the macabre pictures that separated us, relaxing the muscles of the face to avoid the My face may betray feelings who crowded inside. Finally, the detective sighed, allowing his lips curled into a smile.

- What if we started at the beginning? - Said.

For answer, I just raise both eyebrows in a gesture of indifference. For the trust that showed their eyes, the detective seemed to assume that the whole affair had a clear beginning, a self-revealing moment in time, as the kick that marks the beginning of a career. And what's more important that home, to find a reason why a normal man comes to sit a day in an interrogation room as a suspect in several murders.

My name is José María Fernández, and I am one of the millions of insignificant people who populate Madrid. Until recently, my life would not have served to fill even a single paragraph. Married with two children, worked as an accountant in a multinational company based in Spain. My forty-six years that brief sentence enclosed all my life, a life without emotions, smooth, a normal life. In fact, I remember having experienced any unusual experience. I have not saved anyone's life nor have I ever been in danger of losing mine. I have fought in wars, or entered burning buildings, even a child during the transition. I have always exercised a trade away from any violence or complication other than the continuing struggle with bosses and coworkers. If a dictionary for the word 'normal' next to it you would find a picture of me. Even my appearance is monotonous. I am not tall nor short, neither handsome nor ugly, neither fat nor thin. Basically I'm the typical middle-aged balding and incipient stomach caused by a sedentary lifestyle. Brown eyes, brown hair ... the last thing I expect when I walk down the street is that someone to notice me.

Perhaps this is why, when the detective launched into the air his words I found difficult to recall a moment that could put the name of principle. Actually, yes was a key moment, a signal. It was the crack of dusk that I marked the path. But my story would be pointless to start talking about that specific event, because there are many factors that influence up to that point and, above all, what happened next. To understand the events that led me to this narrow interrogation room must go back, until the time when I'm not different from any other time in my life was still dull and vulgar.

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black Novel

Hi all,

This week I thought it would be desirable to leave the field of medicine in Byzantium breathe a little, so I am going to focus on another thing.

In a previous post commented that he had purchased a Kindle, Amazon's electronic reader. I commented then that he was delighted with him, but the question is irrelevant for this entry is that since I have the aparatejo I have read other than historical thriller.

If I have to be honest, the historical novel never came in my favorite reading until I started writing 'The Decline of Byzantium' was from there when I got the bug. Previously he was the thriller and science fiction that filled my shelves, so I have only recovered a little past my tastes. And the final reason for this entry is to comment that I've had a good deception.

With all the hype that has had a series of Stieg Larsson, detective stories have surfaced like hotcakes, so I came back to bite and I've read some of the 'best sellers' that I found, with the result after fiasco fiasco.

First I read a book by Camilla Läckberg, The Ice Princess. Many issues and, in my opinion, a bluff. I know I am very critical of the novels, which revolted me the money coming out of the sleeve without rhyme or reason and journalists who investigate and know more than the police, as well as the obvious clues that no one notices and suddenly , half novel become the heart of the case. First disappointment.

Then I followed with 'Northern Lights', Asa Larson, something better but in my opinion, one more. It's certainly not to take twenty editions. Surely if instead of Larson surnamed Perez had called had not sold more than 5000

Next on the list was the observatory, by Michael Connelly. It is part of a series, but, without doubt, the best so far. There is nothing special but at least it has a correct frame logical steps that lead to an outcome somewhat forced, but fairly reasonable.

The room was 'I know what you're thinking', which has a promising start but then goes out of steam and ends with the typical psychopath life. Another best seller undeserved (and the worst is that I have given ...)

And now I'm with 'The library of the dead'. Good name, home attractive, interesting beginning (murder without any apparent link that baffle, and make you interested in finding out how the murderer of planned) and that has just the thing. Starts jumping through time as any Da Vinci code and removed from the sleeve a finding 'magic'. There the story ends, another disappointment.

Finally, after five books just do not find anything that I was hooked. I begin to think that the problem I have, I've set the bar very high. In

Anyway, I think back to the genre that usually does not disappoint, the test. Greetings

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The decline of Byzantium

Hi all,

Following the review of medicine in Byzantium, I fetched from the books used as documentation for Justinian's dream remembering something he had read.

In the centuries IV to VII were several famous cases of doctors whose abstracts surgical area have survived. Oribasius, Juliano's physician, Aetius of Amida, the protagonist in my novel, and Paul of Aegina have given us tremendous job in detailing up to 120 types of operations and instruments that are used in them. Thanks to these treaties we operating hernias, tumors, kidney stones and even mastectomy, although most invasive treatments focused on the body surface and areas where natural openings are available for access with the instrumental areas deep, like the nose and genitals (to increase the pain to read this sentence, attached an image of old medical instruments)

The point is that from the seventh century disappear surgery descriptions of Byzantine texts. Only refers to the bloodletting. Only in the ninth century appears a reference to 40 operations in the texts physicist Leon. However, there are far less detailed than those of their predecessors centuries ago, mentioned only in passing without explanation of how they performed, and even forget many of the common operations of the seventh century as a treatment for certain ailments.

This suggests a sharp decline in surgery from the seventh century. The only evidence against this theory, is an extensive list of instruments dating from a ninth century manuscript (Parisinus Latinus 11,219) According to some authors, the existence of such a comprehensive compendium of instrumental indicates that still remain in use and therefore that operations which would be even part of medical treatment of later centuries. On the contrary, there are opinions that disagree with it, they indicate that the instruments are quite general and can be used for more things and, on the other hand, it should be noted that at the time the doctor had greatly diminished prestige in the Byzantine Empire, which could be indicative of a widespread loss of knowledge in the profession for various reasons. In this regard, mention that in the eighth century Alexandria, the former medical center for excellence, was already in Arab hands, which undoubtedly had influence on the slope of experience of the Byzantine physicians.

In any case, it is an issue that remains speculation.

And that's it for today. Greetings