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We've grown to over 225 titles in three years, read our story to find out how we've grown so quickly, and what being a publisher means to us.
Recent News, Articles and Announcements
Thursday Review: Our Souls at Night – Kent Haruf | Ray Noyes
Here’s something to soften your heart and restore any hope that Covid19 may have dampened. Kent Haruf, an American author, won great success and admiration
The Problem of Fire | John F. Wake
Cardiff 1891 Facing Westgate Street, PC Price could see the Fire Department officers washing down their sparkling new engine ready for the next call, which
Monday Tip #31 Prediction Extrapolation
The best way to predict the future is to create it Peter Drucker Everything evolves, changes, develops, and dies out. Why not peer into your
Thursday Review: The Garden of Evening Mists – Tan Twan Eng | Ray Noyes
The Garden of Evening Mists is a war-time novel of great power. Initially, I sank into a story of Zen peacefulness, which recurred from time
Front-Line Officer’s Problems | John F. Wake
Cardiff 1891 6 May 1891 and Little Frederick Street was once again in the news. It certainly was not the first time nor would it
Monday Tip #27 High Definition
An eloquent male is one who can describe Dolly Parton without using his hands. Joan Rivers How often do we take for granted everyday words?
Thursday Review: Seven Pillars of Wisdom – D.H. Lawrence | Ray Noyes
This is one of my desert island choices. Lawrence succeeded where armies failed. A diminutive Welshman who led an Amy of thousands of arabs in
Backstreet Pubs | John F. Wake
A constable pulled an old man out of the canal, a regular drunk who had fallen in. He was dead. The next task, where to take him? On this occasion, the Mill Lane Dead House was not an option. He and his fellow officers had talked about it for days. The reason? Lying on a slab was the body of a man, an unknown sailor.
