Well, the good news is, I've finished the new book.
The bad news is, it is not "Babylon's Downfall" - it's part one of the road to Marston Moor, it's the battle at Selby in 1643, and it's called "The Smoke of Her Burning".
I should like to say, worry not, I am not turning into George R R Martin (tha knows nuthin', Hollie Babbitt)
But I'm not sure that I'm not.
I can honestly say no one comes back from the dead, mind, but there is a Walk of Shame, all the way from Essex to Yorkshire. Instead of the Wall I have the Ouse. I have in-fighting Babbitts, disfigured heroes (yes, Russell's back!) stern heroines, and there may even be one or two scenes of Het Babbitt without her stays on.
Game o' thrones, my lily-white backside, as Rosie would have it.
Bloody game o' commonwealths, more like it.