The Blanket of the Dark

Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold! — Lady Macbeth, Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5. 1. When we first encounter Lady Macbeth, she is already gearing herself up to commit […]

Slavery, Terrorism, Law, and Justice

Three of my five published novels prominently feature court scenes. The first of these, in The Fanatic, is the trial of James Mitchel in 1678 at the High Court of Justiciary for the attempted assassination of James Sharp, Archbishop of St Andrews, ten years earlier. The second, in Joseph Knight, focuses on the case of Knight v. […]

‘Bible Talk’ by James Robertson

We were oot for oor usual dauner roond the toun, Tam and me, and had stopped for a pech at the tap o the hill, whaur they’re plannin tae build eichty new hooses if naebody objects, and probably even if they dae. We had got ontae the Bible, some wey or ither. “In anither thirty […]

Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged?

‘Là a’ Bhreitheanais’ AM FEADH ta chuid as mò de’n t-saogh’l Gun ghaol do Chriosd, gun sgoinn d’a reachd, Gun chreideamh ac’ gu’n tig e rìs Thoirt breith na firinn air gach neach.An cadal peacaidh taid ‘nan suain A’ bruadar pailteis de gach nì, Gun umhail ac’ ‘n uair thig am bàs, Nach meal iad […]


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