My interview with Rilla Askew

 I have been doing some interviews with fellow Historical Novel Society authors who are launching a new book for more than a year now. Protagonist Anne Askew in Prize for the Fire sparked a lively 75-minute conversation with Rilla, which had to be reduced to 1,000 words for the article. I hope I captured Rilla's passion for her subject.

https://historicalnovelsociety.org/launch-rilla-askews-prize-for-the-fire/

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