Bøker av Michael Fitzalan

Meeting his younger-self, Michael Fitzalan explores the flaws of intergenerational interference, societal situations and human needs. As he leaves a restaurant, the main character, Michael, spots a younger version of himself. Determined to stop his younger self from committing the crime that he has regretted ever since it was perpetrated, Michael befriends Finn in the hope that he can stop a similar crimes being committed by Finn.While Michael wrestles with work, two plays and some students, he reflects on his life.

This is the story of November the Fifth, still celebrated today. This is the story of an innocent itinerant who was framed for a crime never considered. This is the story of government subterfuge and chicanery, mendacity and manipulation. Robert Cecil needed to get rid of the Catholic hierarchy in order to wrestle back power. Having destroyed the influence of the Puritans at The Hampton Court Conference, he then used King James's fears of assassination to concoct a plot that was so implausible it would be accepted as truth from that day to this. You might not want to hear the truth but here it is. Catesby the Catholic zealot had converted his children to The Church of England; 36 barrels of gunpowder smuggled into parliament past Cecil's sophisticated spy network and the Westminster Palace guards, really? Gunpowder was a government monopoly. An excuse to search the cellars yet another time had to be manufactured, some obscure item belong to the king. Finally, the plot would have blown up the people that it was purported the plotters were going to use to replace the regime. non of it makes much sense and all of it has Robert Cecil's fingerprints on it.

If you have never been to the west coast of Ireland, perhaps, you may not be able to appreciate the glorious green of the perfect pastures. From the verdant verges to the gently rolling undulations of the hills, the country looks like it was blanketed in the colour that gives the republic its name, the Emerald Isle. Around the place, there are the dry-stone walls, feats of amazing engineering, rocks of tremendous size piled high one upon another in such a skilful pattern that they stay upright, a boulder barrier between fields. Every silver lining has a cloud and Ireland's gloomy, grey skies put off many settlers. Then, there's the rain, the rain, the rain; you need an awful lot of water to get green as vivid as the colour of the landscape and does it pour; it pours, drumming on the roof; it pours, sluicing along the gutters; it pours, gurgling down the drainpipe. You do not visit Ireland for the weather. Opportunities lie in the successful cities: Dublin, Cork, and Galway to name a few. New offices for tech and services have replaced the old timber and linen mills, ghosts from the past. So, what does Ireland have in spades? Its history and its beauty. Is it enough, though in a country bled of its population, in the famine and, by subsequent emigration to busier places? They say that Ireland is a great place to visit, and the education is very good indeed but to live there takes a certain fortitude and a love of water: streams, lakes, rivers, and rainwater, running down your neck, soaking your cuffs and leaking into your boots. Our story is not about the place, as such, but a building within that setting. There are cutesy cottages and fine rambling mansions like the Guinness's old place, Ashford Castle, though those are few and far between. On the west coast of Ireland, where our story takes place, many have been preserved, others rot as the ground around them claims the brick back to its birthplace, deep within the clay soil. Our story concerns one such glebe. The only glebe with a ghost. A ghost that lives in the room on the half landing, a mirror image of the room on the other side but through generations its presence has made itself known. If you feel that ghosts do not exist, read on. If you have ever suffered some of the exceptional experiences that fill my story, you will know, now, that you are not alone. Ghosts exists. They are not just in your head. My ghosts stack up like the storeys of a building, one floor after another. Some of them I have inherited from my mother, the ghost in the bedroom, her survival, my grandfather's ghosts, the ghosts of friends who helped me when they lived, the ghosts who helped from beyond the grave. Moreover, however, haunting feelings that my life should have been better or that I could have given back more swirl in my mind. All these storeys have a moral, which you can easily discover. Do you tell stories to teach your young and learn from your old? What ghost stories stack up in your life and are there more storeys than you can count in the haunted house that is your mind? Here I share mine.

This plot was Robert Cecil's attempt to remove the Catholic influence at James's court. Catesby was killed at Holbeche House unable to expose the lie. Now, you can find out how the truth was twisted by an arch manipulator who controlled the most sophisticated spy network in London at that time. Finally, the true story can be told, not using government documents that were biased but from primary sources using testimony and diary entries. Primary evidence hardly ever lies. This is real true story of the greatest sting of all time. The government tricked the Catholic nobles, who had influence at Court, in order to destroy their power and remove them from the political scene. The Fifth of November, the true story of Gunpowder Plot is an absorbing and riveting read and is the latest book produced by Michael Fitzalan. All of his novels lead the reader on an exciting journey. Guy Fawkes wanted to blow up parliament. What did he wish to gain; the very people who were going to replace James were present? How did he think he would get away with it? It does not make sense unless it was a story. Now, finally, you can read about the real plot, the plot to destroy the Catholic nobility hatched by Robert Cecil, Earl of Salisbury. Behind the scenes, he manipulated the cast in his play. Catesby, the supposed ringleader, had embraced Anglicanism, bringing his children up in the Anglican faith, yet he is portrayed as the zealous leader of the plot. Guy Fawkes was simply a night watchman guarding barrels. Read the true story that relies on facts. We all know the story of Guy Fawkes who wanted to blow up parliament. What did he wish to gain; the very people who were going to replace James were present? How did he think he would get away with it? It does not make sense unless it was a story. Now, finally, you can read about the real plot, the plot to destroy the Catholic nobility hatched by Robert Cecil, Earl of Salisbury. Behind the scenes, he manipulated the cast in his play. Catesby, the supposed ringleader, had embraced Anglicanism, bringing his children up in the Anglican faith, yet he is portrayed as the zealous leader of the plot. Guy Fawkes was simply a night watchman guarding barrels. King James feared being stabbed or blown up; Cecil ran an efficient spy network; and he was able to play on James's fears. Read the true story that relies on facts. For far too long we have meekly accepted the propaganda of the age and ignored the flimsiness of those contrived coincidences that gave Cecil's outrageous plot credence.

Stephen Inglis thought running away would help but that was not the solution. The bullies at his school teased him for sleeping with a teddy bear. It was, in actual fact, a stuffed elephant and it was the only memory he had of home in the Middle East. This fact had been missed by the other members of his dormitory. He was not at all sporty, at a prep-school where sport was a key to popularity. He joined a whole term late and he found it hard to make friends, he missed his family so much. He was nine and his father had said he would be fine. That was not what Stephen felt, he felt a true outsider, a stranger without a friend An opportunity to get revenge on one of his tormentors finally presents itself, Stephen has to decide; should he try and save his enemy or should he let him perish? With his death, he could at least expect a silent, grudging respect from the others and to be left alone.One hundred and fifty boys, one hundred and forty-nine happy, one miserable, did his happiness?

This is the story of Karoly, a man whose family protected Katia and other Jewish refugees who were trying to escape the advance of Nazi Germany, from the west, and the advancing Russian's 'Red Army' and their Romanian allies, to the east; Karoly was a teenage boy who was used as human-shield by Romanian 'liberators' in Hungary. After the war, he was sent to prison while Hungary was under communist control. He was committed as a political prisoner for being a member of the Independent Small-holders Party, the communist party's only serious political rival. Under the communist regime, anyone who held authority in the community was a threat and Karoly was arrested under a trumped up charge. He was sent to Márianosztra where he was given the option of starvation or working as a miner in a forced labour camp. Karoly worked in a coalmine until he escaped the cruel communist regime in 1956.

This is the story of Karoly, a man whose family protected Jewish refugees trying to escape the advance of Nazi Germany, from the west, and the advancing of the Russian, Red Army, and their Romanian allies, to the east. Karoly was forced to be a human-shield by the Romanian army liberators. When, after the war, Hungary was under Communist control, he was sent to prison. Karoly was committed, as a political prisoner, for being a member of the Independent Small-holders Party, the communist party's only serious political rival. Under the communist regime anyone who held authority in the community was a threat and Karoly was arrested under a trumped up charge. He was imprisoned in Márianosztra where he was given the option of starvation or working as a miner in a forced-labour-camp. Karoly worked in a coalmine until he escaped the cruel communist regime in 1956. This is the story of a man who cheated death and suffered terrible privations before escaping to England to start again from nothing.

Haunted by sinister and brutal nightmares, Joe Ederer, an American in London, recalls his voracious sexual past. Passing between fashionable London's most glamorous places and the villains on the outskirts, reality starts to mirror his dreams. As a result, Joe is thrust into a twilight existence where only the fastest thinking will survive.A dark and graphic, yet tasteful, erotic thriller, which follows Joe's thoughts and deeds in excruciating detail. An enjoyable bagatelle that twists and turns as 'jive-talking' Joe fights for survival in the dark recesses of London's seamy underbelly.

The truth behind one of the oldest fictions in history can finally be told.The Catholics were in danger of wresting influence from Robert Cecil who had managed to remove Queen Elizabeth's favourites and put himself at the forefront of political power. King James, easily influenced, especially by a pretty face, male or female, needed to be restrained, especially with his profligate spending.Cecil had three goals, therefore: remove the Catholic nobility; limit Puritan influence and endear himself to the king by becoming even more favoured than the pretty boys at court, the most influential of them had saved James's life.The Puritans were dealt with by the king at 'The Hampton Court Conference' and that left the Catholics and the pretty boys. If he could only hatch a plot to discredit the Catholics and save the king at the same time, he would remove any potential opposition and earn the king's undying gratitude, put him above all others in the king's estimation. So he did!

This is the story of Karoly, a man whose family protected Katia and other Jewish refugees; Karoly was a teenage boy who was used as human-shield by Romanian 'liberators' in Hungary. After the war, he was sent to prison while Hungary was under communist control. He was committed as a political prisoner for being a member of the Independent Small-holders Party, the communist party's only serious political rival. Under the communist regime, anyone who held authority in the community was a threat and Karoly was arrested under a trumped up charge. He was sent to Márianosztra where he was given the option of starvation or working as a miner in a forced labour camp. Karoly worked in a coalmine until he escaped the cruel communist regime in 1956. This is the story of a man who cheated death and suffered un-imaginable privations before escaping to England to start again from nothing, a broken and mentally enfeebled refugee who rebuilt his life through hard work and determination.