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Full Name: Steven Hobbs
Timezone: Europe/London
Website: http://stevenhobbsauthor.com/
Biography: I am the author of Stone Ties, a passionate tale of history, mystery and romance, where the past reaches out to claim its own; The Lanese Print, a murderous tale of retribution and faith, cruelty and compassion, stretched out across Europe's tarnished Golden Age; and The Moon Key, a short story of the tragedy of loss and enduring love. Presently I am researching and plotting my next novel, and writing a collection of short stories. I also blog at http://stevenhobbsauthor.com/blog/ I grew up in Yorkshire, studied in Birmingham, and have lived in Oxford and Worcestershire most of my adult life. It’s been a life fuelled largely by a passion for the countryside, for history and music, and for the arts and crafts in all their wonderful manifestations. These early passions set me on the road to collecting, to researching, and subsequently to writing. My earlier writing includes a number of Art History articles for journals, including The Book Collector and The Journal of Pre-Raphaelite Studies.

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Ken Hartke Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
Thanks, Rosy, -- glad you liked it.
Ken Hartke I Promise
20 May 2018
I am so looking forward to your return -- I love your writing and wish you well. From my youth I've...
Stephen Evans I Promise
20 May 2018
Sometimes when I am dealing with deep anxiety I find that work (by which I mean writing), and the f...
Rosy Cole Sofia's Bakery
20 May 2018
I just love this, Ken. As appealing to the senses as a painting. Thanks :-)

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