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   One Sword for Love Scratchboard book cover illustration - 2/16/2019

Materials used: 6x6 inch Black-coated Ampersand board and scratching tools.

This is book #002 of 160 paperback novels being transcribed by The Gardner Francis Fox Library.

This is a historical romance novel that takes place during the Holy Crusaders. You can purchase a copy from The Gardner Francis Fox Library.

Here's the first bit and a link to chapter one of One Sword for Love.

A DEAD MAN lay at the side of the limestone road that wound through the hills of Lebanon. His thin, dark face was framed under a steel helmet wrapped about by a white cloth ogal. His hand, upturned in death, still held the hilt of a curved scimitar whose blade was snapped in half. Another dead man, in striped jelab over ring-mail armor, lay beyond him, and beyond that man, another. The dead men left a trail from the limestone road to a high hill where a frankincense tree stirred bare branches against the hot wind.

A lone horseman on the limestone road frowned down at the dead Saracen. He was a big man in silvery chain mail under a white surcoat that was emblazoned with a large red cross. A flat helm, from which fell a collar of interwoven links, gave him the appearance of an iron man. His wide, sensitive mouth was set under a slightly jutting jaw tinted almost copper from six years of fighting in this Syrian sunlight.

The rider came down out of the high wooden saddle and knelt beside the first dead man. He put a hand on the short black shaft that protruded from the Moslem's throat and tugged it free, his hard gray eyes studying the broad steel point and the cut of the feathers.

He turned the arrow over and over in his fingers, his yellow brows drawn together in puzzlement. John of Lincoln had never seen an arrow like this one, with its lacquered shaft and those odd black feathers. He went to his war horse and, loosening the strap that held the worn leather saddlebag at the high, curved pommel, tied the arrow to it. Then he swung his mailed body up into the saddle and toed the stallion forward.

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