
To Make or Mar, a Gentleman or Damned
To Make or Mar, a Gentleman or Damned EDITOR’S NOTE: On the anniversary of the execution of Thomas Cromwell, 1st Earl of Essex, Queenanneboleyn.com offers... Read more
Anne Boleyn, The Tudors, and Its Authors
To Make or Mar, a Gentleman or Damned EDITOR’S NOTE: On the anniversary of the execution of Thomas Cromwell, 1st Earl of Essex, Queenanneboleyn.com offers... Read more
______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ CONFESSIONS (POV: Thomas Cranmer, May 1536) ______________________________________________ “The queen wanted his head smitten off, Your Grace.” Ralph Morice told me Queen Anne fell... Read more
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “In the midst of life we are in death, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in sure and certain hope of the... Read more
by Beth von Staats _____________________________________________________ Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust into... Read more
By Beth von Staats ________________________________ In celebration of next Sunday’s release of The Hollow Crown: The Wars of the Roses in the United States (PBS at 9:00... Read more
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ / ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lord in heaven, life be damn good. Dear old Henry Wykes sure did take care of me, first hiring me to manage... Read more
_____________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust into my side: and... Read more
_____________________________________________________ _____________________________________________________ “You may leave now.” I turn, pulling the covers over me and close my eyes. I hear her rummaging to dress. Ten crowns... Read more
_______________________________________ _______________________________________ “You kiss the arse of Luther, the shit-devil… Look, my fingers are smeared…” ~~~ Saint Thomas More ~~~ _______________________________________ In a field just... Read more
She walks alone. She stands alone. She rules alone. My beautiful Elizabeth, married to England she so tells me. Since Amy died, years I’ve waited,... Read more