Articles by Mark Ellott

“There’s a turkey shortage, apparently,” War said. “Mmm?” Without taking his eyes from his newspaper, Death lifted his legs as she ran the vacuum cleaner […]

Frosted fingers are the pits. I nurtured a healthy distaste for winter. If it wasn’t soaking wet, it was bitterly cold. Or worse, both together. […]

Well, it’s been a while, but Reiver is now available on Amazon in Kindle version. The print one will show up in the next day […]

In fifteenth century, the border between England and Scotland was a wild place with its own laws. Allegiances were to the clan rather than country. […]

Christmas Eve. Death was feeling depressed. His scythe was leaning unloved in one corner of the room. There were no Christmas cards, tree or decorations […]

This collection has a number of stories featuring Death as he struggles with new technology and the modern world and the peculiar ways of man. He […]

Summer is no more, deceased, dead, and is gone. Today is the day the summer dies and I mourn As it passes. Freshly scrubbed children […]

I fought for Harold up north and marched once more to Battle. On the beaches of France, I ducked the bombers and the tracers of […]

A Battle Homildon Hill, 14th September, 1402 Edmund Collingwood fidgeted in his saddle. He looked about him as the morning sun lifted itself into the […]

Devil’s Den, Gettysburg, Afternoon, July 2nd 1863 Lieutenant John Anders was exhausted. His small troop had become separated from what was left of General Sickles’ […]