Come and spend some time in the company of some great writers and artists/illustrators, not least yours-truly. Buried within the beauty of this volume are my short stories “Checkmate” and “The Queen, Her Soldier, His Lover and Her Teacher”.
“No, not like that, son,” said the man to the boy sitting opposite; “That one’s a Knight. It doesn’t move like that. Knights move like this,” and showed the boy how a Knight moved by picking up a white horse figure and counting ahead three of the squares etched into the table before a ninety degree turn “to the left or right. Okay?” The boy nodded and replaced his black horse a mask of deflation and defeat covering his face like chocolate spread. A stranger sitting across the aisle from the pair folded his paper and placed on the table in front of him, and looked at the boy.
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