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Pandora’s Dilemma

February 6th, 2014

The Order’s patroness Dwina Murphy-Gibb has a new novel out! 

Pandora’s Dilemma
by Dwina Elizabeth Gibb, now available from Mythwood Books!

When adorable, unspoilt Pandora Winchester comes out at the ball, she little suspects how her young life will soon be changed forever. What is the secret locked away in the library, guarded by the phantom Grey Lady and her druid harp? Who is the Duke of Ardboyne and what are his real intentions? He alone holds the key to the mystery of her true birth but first Pandora will have to evade the sadistic clutches of her detestable cousin Cedric. With her reputation compromised by her trespass onto the forbidden estate at Harefield Hall, how will Pandora regain her innocence and enter into her inheritance? The cross she finds in the woods is a clue, but its significance veils an even greater mystery than she could ever guess.

PANDORA’S DILEMMA is the first of the Regency Dilemmas series by Dwina Elizabeth Gibb. It weaves together a fabulous blend of romance and mystery. Here is a wonderfully dashing yet circumspect view of the Regency period, heady with love yet concealing startling secrets and revelations. Dwina has published several previous novels, including a two-volume epic about the life of the Irish hero, Cormac mac Art. 
PANDORA’S DILEMMA is available now on Amazon Kindle for £3.99/$6.40* and coming soon on Kobo and the iBooks store for iPad and iPhone.


Sonnet to Orpheus

February 4th, 2014

snowdrops 3A tree ascended there. Oh pure transcendence!
Oh Orpheus sings! Oh tall tree in the ear!
And all things hushed. Yet even in that silence
a new beginning, beckoning, change appeared.

Creatures of stillness crowded from the bright
unbound forest, out of their lairs and nests;
and it was not from any dullness, not
from fear, that they were so quiet in themselves,

but from just listening. Bellow, roar, shriek
seemed small inside their hearts. And where there had been
at most a makeshift hut to receive the music,

a shelter nailed up out of their darkest longing,
with an entryway that shuddered in the wind-
you built a temple deep inside their hearing.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Stephen Mitchell