Cover reveal! Summerfield’s Angel

After the hard winter of 1888 ended Alby Boyle’s work as a Nebraska ranch hand, he returned to New York City in search of his long-lost family. His mother and brothers are nowhere to be found, however, and after Alby’s years of absence, Five Corners no longer feels like home. His prospects seem as dim as the nighttime alleys.

When Alby pauses to admire an angel ornament in a department store window’s Christmas display, he meets Xeno Varnham-Summerfield. Wealthy, handsome, and enthusiastic, Xeno brings Alby some temporary cheer. But for Alby to achieve his dreams of love and a real home, well, that may take a bit of holiday magic.

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Available in print and ebook versions December 2. All my royalties from this book go to Doctors Without Borders!

To celebrate the cover reveal, there’s a giveaway at Joyfully Jay.

And don’t forget the other books in the Christmas Angel series! You can read them in any order. And here’s the fullest of cover reveals for today:

Christmas Angel – Eli Easton – Love Bytes

Summerfield’s Angel – Kim Fielding – Joyfully Jay

The Magician’s Angel – Jordan L. Hawk – Bayou Book Junkie

Christmas Homecoming – L.A. Witt – Diverse Reader

A Soldier’s Wish – N.R. Walker – My Fiction Nook

Shrewd Angel – Anyta Sunday – MM Good Book Reviews

Christmas Prince – RJ Scott – The Novel Approach

J. Scott Coatsworth’s The Rising Tide

The Rising Tide

J. Scott Coatsworth has a new queer sci fi book out: “The Rising Tide.”

Earth is dead.

Five years later, the remnants of humanity travel through the stars inside Forever, a living, ever-evolving, self-contained generation ship. When Eddy Tremaine and Andy Hammond find a hidden world-within-a-world under the mountains, the discovery triggers a chain of events that could fundamentally alter or extinguish life as they know it, culminate in the takeover of the world mind, and end free will for humankind.

Control the AI, control the people.

Eddy, Andy, and a handful of other unlikely heroes—people of every race and identity, and some who aren’t even human—must find the courage and ingenuity to stand against the rising tide.

Otherwise they might be living through the end days of human history.

Series Blurb: Humankind is on its way to the stars, a journey that will change it forever. Each of the stories in Liminal Sky explores that future through the lens of a generation ship, where the line between science fiction and fantasy often blurs. At times both pessimistic and very hopeful, Liminal Sky thrusts you into a future few would ever have imagined.

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The Rising Tide Meme

Eddy Tremayne rode his horse, Cassiopeia, along the edge of the pastures that were the last official human habitations before the Anatov Mountains. Several ranchers along the Verge—the zone between the ranches and the foothills—had reported losses of sheep and cattle in the last few weeks.

As the elected sheriff of First District, which ran from Micavery and the South Pole to the mountains, it was Eddy’s responsibility to find out what was going on.

He had his crossbow strapped to his back and his long knife in a leather sheath at his waist. He’d been carrying them for long enough now—three years?—that they had started to feel natural, but the first time he’d worn the crossbow, he’d felt like a poor man’s Robin Hood.

He doubted he’d need them out here, but sheriffs were supposed to be armed.

He’d checked with Lex in the world mind via the South Pole terminal, but she’d reported nothing amiss. In the last few years, she had begun to deploy biodrones to keep an eye on the far-flung parts of the world, but they provided less than optimal coverage. One flyover of this part of the Verge had shown a peaceful flock of thirty sheep. The next showed eight.

The rancher, a former neurosurgeon from New Zealand named Gia Rand, waited for him on the top of a grassy hill. The grass and trees shone with bioluminescent light, and the afternoon sky lit the surrounding countryside with a golden glow. The spindle—the aggregation of energy and glowing pollen that stretched from pole to pole—sparkled in the middle of the sky.

The rancher pulled on her gray braid, staring angrily at something in the valley below. “Took you long enough to get here.”

“Sorry. The train was out of service again.” Technology was slowly failing them, and they had yet to come up with good replacements.

She snorted. “One helluva spaceship we have here.”

He grinned. “Preaching to the choir.” Forever didn’t have the manufacturing base yet to support anything close to the technology its inhabitants had grown used to on Earth. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, if you asked him. With technology came new and better ways to kill. He’d seen it often enough in the NAU Marines. “What did you find?”

“Look.” Her voice was almost a growl.

Eddy looked down where she was pointing. “Oh shit.” Her missing sheep were no longer missing. They had been slaughtered.

He urged Cassiopeia down the hillside to the rocky clearing. A small stream trickled down out of the mountains there. He counted ten carcasses, as near as he could tell from the skulls left behind. Someone had sheared a couple of them and given up. It looked like they had skinned and cut the rest up for meat, the skin and bones and extra bits discarded.

Gia rode down the hillside behind him.

“Didn’t you report twelve sheep missing?”

She nodded. “Bastards took the two lambs. Probably for breeding.”

“That actually might help us.”

“How’s that?”

He dismounted to take a closer look at the crime scene. “They’ll have to pasture them somewhere. May make it easier to track them down.”

“Maybe so.” She dismounted and joined him. “This was brutal work. Look here.” She picked up a bone. “Whatever cut this was sharp but uneven. It left scratch marks across the bone.”

“So not a metal knife.”

“I don’t think so. Maybe a stone knife?”

He laughed harshly. “Are we back to caveman days, then?” It wasn’t an unreasonable question.

She was silent for a moment, staring at the mountains. “Do you think they live up there?”

“Who?” He followed her gaze. Their highest peaks were wreathed in wisps of cloud.

“The Ghosts.”

The Ghosts had been a persistent myth on Forever since their abrupt departure from Earth. Some of the refugees had vanished right after the Collapse, and every now and then something would end up missing. Clothes off a line, food stocks, and the like.

People talked. The rumors had taken on a life of their own, and now whenever something went missing, people whispered, “It’s the Ghosts.”

Eddy didn’t believe in ghosts. He personally knew at least one refugee who had disappeared, his shipmate Davian. He guessed there must be others, though the record keeping from that time had been slipshod at best. He shrugged and looked at the sky. “Who knows?” It was likely to rain in the next day or so. Whoever had done this had left a trail, trampled into the grass. If he didn’t follow it now, it might be gone by the time he got back here with more resources.

Gia knelt by one of the ewes, staring at the remnants of the slaughter. “Could you get me some more breeding stock? This… incident put a big dent in my herd.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” He took one last look around the site. It had to have taken an hour or two to commit this crime, and yet the thieves had apparently done it in broad daylight. Why weren’t they afraid of being caught? “I’m going to follow the trail, see where it leads.”

Gia nodded. “Thanks. We’re taking the rest of the herd back to the barn until you get this all figured out.”

“Sounds prudent. I’ll let you know.”

Slipping on his hat, he climbed back up on Cassie and followed the trail across the stream toward the Anatov Mountains.

Author Bio

Scott lives between the here and now and the what could be. Indoctrinated into fantasy and sci fi by his mother at the tender age of nine, he devoured her library. But as he grew up, he wondered where the people like him were.

He decided it was time to create the kinds of stories he couldn’t find at Waldenbooks. If there weren’t gay characters in his favorite genres, he would remake them to his own ends.

His friends say Scott’s brain works a little differently – he sees relationships between things that others miss, and gets more done in a day than most folks manage in a week. He seeks to transform traditional sci fi, fantasy, and contemporary worlds into something unexpected.

A Rainbow Award winning author, he runs Queer Sci Fi and QueeRomance Ink with his husband Mark, sites that bring queer people together to promote and celebrate fiction reflecitng their own reality.


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I haven’t disappeared

Sorry I’ve been silent for a while. Sometimes my To Do list proves especially formidable. I’ve temporarily subdued it, so I thought I was due to give a bit of an update.

A week from today will be the cover reveal for one of my Christmas stories, Summerfield’s Angel. It’ll also be up for preorder that day, so keep an eye out for that. It will be available in ebook and print versions, plus an audio version. This book is one of seven novellas–by seven different authors–each set in a different time and place, but involving the same angel ornament. All the books release December 2. It’s been a really fun project, and I hope you enjoy!

I’ll have another Christmas release as well, a short story as part of Dreamspinner Press’s Advent Calendar. That means you can buy the entire package and get a book each day in December, or you can purchase my story individually on December 1. The title is “Exit Through the Gift Shop.”

In other news, two of my books released in French translations this month: Les lettres oubliées (The Tin Box) and Équilibre (Equipoise). Look for more French translations in the months to come, plus a new German translation.

Which brings me to my next point. In March 2019, I’ll be attending Salon du Livre de Paris and then Leipziger Buchmesse. I hope to see some of you there!

If you’re in the US and a writer–or aspire to be one–I’ll be leading a couple of workshops at the San Diego State Writers’ Conference. I’m looking forward to that!

I’m busily plugging away on several future projects. Redesigning Landry Bishop, a Dreamspun Desires title, will release in May 2019. It’s set in the same universe as The Spy’s Love Song but involves a new couple. I plan an eventual third book in that universe as well. I’m in the middle of writing the sequel to Love Can’t Conquer and Love Is Heartless. And Venona Keyes and I are working on the sequel to Running Blind. Next up after that will be a new story in the Bureau series.

Told you I was busy!

That’s enough for now. Have a good Halloween. And if you’re a US citizen who can vote, for goodness sake make sure you do!


The Spy’s Love Song blog tour

I hope you’ll join me for the blog tour for my new book, The Spy’s Love Song. I’ll be sharing some inspirations for the book–and some photos from my recent trip to Bosnia. Want to learn about the beer that saved a city? Then check out the posts!
September 25 – MM Good Book Reviews
October 2 – The Novel Approach
October 3 – Happily Ever Chapter
October 4 – Boy Meets Boy
October 5 – Love Bytes
October 8 – My Fiction Nook
October 15 – Two Chicks Obsessed
The Spy’s Love Song:
Jaxon Powers has what most only dream of. Fame. Fortune. Gold records and Grammy awards. Lavish hotel suites and an endless parade of eager bedmates. He’s adored all over the world—even in the remote, repressive country of Vasnytsia, where the tyrannical dictator is a big fan. The State Department hopes a performance might improve US relations with a dangerous enemy. But it means Jaxon’s going in alone… with one exception.
Secret agent Reid Stanfill has a covert agenda with global ramifications. Duty means everything to him, even when it involves protecting a jaded rock star. Jaxon and Reid’s mutual attraction is dangerous under Vasnytsia’s harsh laws—and matters get even worse when they’re trapped inside the borders. Romance will have to wait… assuming they make it out alive.

Holiday treat!

Look at this treat we have planned for you in December!

Each novella can be read as a standalone, but they’re all connected by one special angel.

(Oh, and want to know a secret? I plan to release my story in audio version as well–narrated by the very talented KC Kelly!)

The Christmas Angel Series

In 1750, a master woodcarver poured all his unrequited love, passion, and longing into his masterpiece—a gorgeous Christmas angel for his beloved’s tree. When the man he loved tossed the angel away without a second thought, a miracle happened. The angel was found by another who brought the woodcarver True Love.

Since then, the angel has been passed down, sold, lost and found, but its magic remains. Read the romances inspired by (and perhaps nudged along by) the Christmas Angel through the years. Whether it’s the 1700’s England (Eli Easton), 1880’s New York (Kim Fielding), the turn-of-the-century (Jordan L. Hawk), post World War II (L.A. Witt), Vietnam-era (N.R. Walker), the 1990’s (Anyta Sunday), or 2018 (RJ Scott), the Christmas Angel has a way of landing on the trees of lonely men who need its blessing for a very Merry Christmas and forever HEA.

Christmas Angel (Book #1) – Eli Easton

Summerfield’s Angel (Book #2) – Kim Fielding…/sh…/41718433-summerfield-s-angel

The Magician’s Angel (Book #3) – Jordan L. Hawk…/s…/41718440-the-magician-s-angel

Christmas Homecoming (Book #4) – Lori Gallagher Witt…/s…/41718469-christmas-homecoming

A Soldier’s Wish (Book #5) – N.r. Walker…/show/41730466-a-soldier-s-wish

Shrewd Angel (Book #6) – Anyta Sunday

Christmas Prince (Book #7) – Rj Scott…/show/41718495-christmas-prince

Upcoming travel!

My semester begins this week, which means lots of meetings plus the usual chaos of getting students settled into the right classes and ready to go. I’m extra busy, though, because on Sunday I’ll be leaving for a week in Bosnia & Herzegovina (BiH), where I have a conference to present at.

Although I’ve been to the neighboring country of Croatia many times, and even lived there twice for short periods, I’ve been to BiH only once before, when I was able to spend 4 days in Sarajevo and Mostar. It’s a beautiful, fascinating country with a rich (and sometimes tragic) history. Mostar was the inspiration for Zidar, the fictional town in my novella “The Pillar.”

(Actually, I was in BiH one other time, while traveling by car from Dubrovnik to Split. Both of those cities are on the Croatian coast, but a little blip of BiH divides them, meaning you spend about 10 minutes in BiH as you pass through. They do check your passport and everything, though.)

I don’t think I’ll make it to Mostar this time, although I’m hoping for a day trip to some places in eastern Bosnia and western Serbia. Most of my week, though, will be in Sarajevo. That city is sometimes called “Jerusalem of Europe” or “Little Istanbul.” I’ve stood there inside an old Sephardic Jewish synagogue and looked out at a mosque, an Eastern Orthodox church, and a Catholic church. I doubt there are many places in the world where that’s possible.

What’s especially cool is that Sarajevo serves as one of the primary models for Starograd, the capital of Vasnitsya–which is the setting for my upcoming novel, The Spy’s Love Song. Vasnitsya is entirely fictional, of course. And while it’s run by a totalitarian dictator, BiH is most definitely not; BiH is a democratically-run republic (with a somewhat unusual governmental structure due to recent political conflicts). In addition, my imaginary city of Starograd was also influenced by other places I’ve visited in Central and Eastern Europe, including Warsaw, Budapest, Zagreb, and Prague. But when it comes to descriptions of what Starograd looks like, of the parts of the city built during the Ottoman and Austro-Hungarian empires, as well as the parts built during communist times, Sarajevo is the biggest contributor.

I will, of course, post photos. So if you’re not already following me on social media, now would be a good time to add me. My photos from BiH might make reading The Spy’s Love Song more fun.




So you wanna be a writer….

I don’t claim to be the world’s foremost expert on writing. But I’ve done a goodly amount of it (currently working on my 25th novel) with some degree of success. And lately a few aspiring authors have asked me for advice. So here’s my wisdom.

One thing to remember is that there is no One Right Way to be an author, no True Path to literary achievement. I know a lot of writers, and each one of them does things their own distinctive way. Some plot; some pants. Some write linearly; some skip around. Some keep to a strict daily schedule and word count; some write in fits and spurts. Some use fancy software. Some scribble in pencil in notebooks. I’d recommend new writers to experiment freely and see what fits them best. Plus, whatever works today, for this story, might not be the best fit tomorrow, for the next one.

Now, while there is no One Right Way to to write, there are many wrong ways. But you know what? If you find yourself lost on one of those rubble-strewn roads to nowhere that’s okay. The lovely thing about writing fiction is that no matter how badly you screw up–with some very few, highly implausible exceptions–nobody is going to die. The world won’t end. All you have to do is retrace your steps, maybe salvaging a few good words along the way, and head in a different direction.

Not only that, but every author strays down those wrong routes occasionally. I am positive that Shakespeare crossed stuff out now and then–or sometimes even threw his quill across the room and stomped on down to the pub.  At least once, Jane Austen must have stared morosely at a blank page, convinced everything she wrote was awful and nobody would ever want to read it.

There are two lessons I hope you can draw from this. First, don’t try to write perfectly. You won’t. You can’t. What you do is write something–best if it’s something you love to write, something that feels good in your bones–and then edit it. Take that lump of linguistic clay you’ve created and twist and reshape it until it’s something beautiful. Some lumps need more of this than others. That’s okay. Get someone, or better yet several someones, to help you with this process. People you trust to treat your clay with frank honesty.

The second lesson is the more important one. I said there is no One Right Way to be an author, yet there is one thing you absolutely must do: Write. You can’t be a writer if you don’t write. Type into your word processor. Scrawl in ink in cute notebooks. Tap it into your phone with your thumbs. Calligraphate on parchment using the blood of thine enemies as ink. Whatever.

I estimate that I’ve written about 4 million words of fiction thus far. That’s… a lot. If someone pointed her finger at me and said, “You must go write 4 million words!” I would cry. I’d take a nap. I’d binge watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I’d sit down at my laptop and end up playing Solitaire or commenting on Facebook instead, because 4 million words is impossible. Yet I’ve written ’em–one damn word at a time. (While, I might add, working a full-time job, parenting two kids, and traveling often.) You can write 4 million words too.

I can give you other little nuggets of advice too. Such as cultivate friendships with other writers and read a lot in many genres and buy some good guides to writing. Maybe take some workshops. Maybe create little encouraging rituals or indulge in rewarding snacks. If you write genre fiction, consider attending cons. Find a writing buddy and make dates to sit at a coffeehouse and write; instruct your buddy to glare at you if you get distracted. Back up everything, often. Keep notebooks or files to jot down ideas that come to you while you’re standing in line at Target or sitting in a meeting. Keep the cat off your keyboard.

But those are optional nuggets. In the end, I have one word of rock-solid guidance for aspiring writers. WRITE.


Interview with Andrew McFerrin

I’m delighted to say that Andrew McFerrin has stopped by today! He’s narrated two of my books, Ante Up and The Little Library, and does really fantastic work.

Could you tell us a little about yourself?

How little are we talking? Ummm, I’m Andy, hi. Age 42, cis-gay dude, 6’4”, brown eyes, dark hair which I tend to keep shaved…I basically look like a biker. I’m the guy who walks into the homey local bakery cafe and there’s literally a moment of horrified silence—I can hear the record scratch in my head—as everyone wonders which violent crime I’m about to commit. And then I sit down, pull out a book, and order a spinach quiche and artisanal fair trade coffee or whatever. Defying expectations is hard work, but rewarding.


How did you start doing book narration?

Completely by accident, really. I was a guitarist and singer in a local rock band, and we recorded an album with John at Falcon Sound. The album didn’t turn out so great—we weren’t that good of a band—but I really get into the technical side of doing all that stuff. So in the process of pretending I knew something about EQs and compressors and what a noise gate is, John and I got to be pretty good friends. And the whole while he kept telling me about audiobooks he was doing, like “You should try this, you could make a living at it.” I never really thought much about it, kept putting the idea off. And then, one fairly minor financial upheaval later, I came back like “Yes, I do believe I shall try this. Tell me more of these audiobooks of which you speak…”

The weird thing was, I started getting work pretty much right out the gate. I think from the beginning of my first production to the part where I put in notice at my day job, it was like 6 months. So maybe I’m onto something…


I’d love to learn a little more about your process for narrating. Do you begin by reading the entire book to yourself before you start narrating? How long does an average novel take you?

Oh god yes. I can’t start narrating a book unless I know who’s who, how much of a role they’ll play, what kind of character arc they’re going through—I’ve tried to wing it exactly twice, and both times I ended up spending so much extra time and energy that I drove myself nuts. So yeah. Nothing happens until I’ve read the book and done preproduction, full stop.

After that the actual recording process takes maybe 8-10 working days for most books, then editing and all that stuff that basically makes it sound good. For every hour of narration, you can figure that about 6-7 hours of work have gone into it when all’s said and done.


How do you choose what kind of voice a particular character will have?

It’s always a process of deciding which details I want to focus on and to what extent. Big stuff like age, ethnicity, nationality, gender, species—straightforward obvious stuff. But also smaller details like attitude, how they relate to the world around them, and even what purpose they serve in the story. Like, a main character’s voice will probably be less affected because they have to express a greater emotional range, and the listener has to spend more time with them. Going back again to Ante, I knew that he needed a Slavic accent but I also knew that if I went overboard I’d lose all the other things a main character has to be able to do. Let’s face it, no one wants to hear a sex scene with Boris Badenov. But if it’s a smaller part I feel free to really cut loose and play.

I know I’m not exactly romanticizing my job the way I probably should, but that’s how I approach it. When I do my read I’m enjoying the story and getting into it, but in the back of my mind I’m also noticing those little details and character moments that I want to bring out. Most any time you hear me do something and think “Oh, that was cool,” it’s really just me calling attention to something cool that the author did. It’s really y’all’s show, I’m just the emcee.


What are some of the biggest challenges to doing narration work?

I live with cats, in a neighborhood inhabited by compulsive mowers of lawns.


What do you like to read for fun? Do you listen to audiobooks for fun too?

Just about anything! I love to hit the local Half Price Books and grab the first thing that looks interesting, and that’ll be my book for the week. I’m just finishing The Berlin Stories by Christopher Isherwood. If you’ve seen Cabaret, that’s the book it was based on. If you haven’t seen Cabaret, well…see Cabaret. But anyway, books. Physical books, used books, with spines and pages and sometimes other people’s grocery lists stuck in as a bookmark and forgotten about. That’s how I’ve always read for pleasure.

As for audiobooks…not for me. That’s work, you see. If I listen to someone else narrate, I’m too busy listening to what they did to follow the story. I can’t even watch TV shows with voiceover narration anymore, for that reason.


Do you have a dream project?

I don’t really think that way, to be honest. My idea of a dream project is a book where the themes or characters resonate so strongly with me that I just. Have. To. Do. It. And I’ve been lucky enough to have more than a few of those already—Ante Up was one, Brandon Witt’s Then the Stars Fall was another. On the non-romance front, I did this really wild SF novel about an autistic Amish boy who gets turned into a cyborg called Brother, Frankenstein. Most books have a couple scenes where the action plays out at a very emotionally-charged level, where I finish the scene and I’m completely drained. That book, the whole novel played that way. The protagonist was such a terrible person—I had so much fun getting to be him!


If money were no object, what vacation would you take right now?

Europe. All the Europe, I think. I’d start in Baku, on the Caspian Sea, head west until I hit Athens, then work my way north to Helsinki. Total walkabout, like a whole year. And then maybe I’d take the next year and work my way back down the western half, spend New Year’s Eve in Porto watching the sun melt into the sea through a wine glass.


What do you have in the works next?

Up next, I’m actually just starting production on the third book in the Knight & Day series by Dirk Greyson, for Dreamspinner. That’s pretty big fun, hunky secret agents and stuff. Can’t go wrong there.


These boots….

Sometimes people ask me whether my characters are anything like me. The answer is no. I’m boring and nobody wants to read a book about me. But now and then my characters and I share a small quirk. In the case of Daveth Blyd from Blyd and Pearce, that quirk involves footwear.

Here’s what Daveth has to say on the matter:

My boots were plain black leather, but they were well made. One thing I don’t skimp on is my footwear, even if it means I go hungry for a time.

And then later:

I scented leather as we passed the cobblers.

Jory noticed me cast a longing glance at a pair of tall chestnut-brown boots. “Tired of black?” he asked with a laugh.

“No. Mine are fine.”

“Yours are very fine. You’ve a taste for good footwear.”

Nothing makes a day more miserable than poorly fitting shoes—or no shoes at all. I’d rarely owned them as a boy, and my feet had always been cold.

I never had to go without shoes as a child, but like Daveth, I appreciate good footwear, especially boots. Um, over-appreciate, perhaps.

Yes, my closet is a mess. I do occasionally straighten it out, but I swear those things walk around while I’m not looking. Also (ahem), this is not my entire footwear collection. My daughters say I have a problem—and then they steal my shoes, so they really shouldn’t complain.

Here are four of my favorites. I’ve had the Docs on the left forever. The red and studded pairs are newer. And I got those Fluevogs on the right about two years ago. Here’s the thing about all of these: while I love the way they look, they’re also practical because they’re comfy. I can walk miles in any of these. The middle two were cheap; the other two were not. But I think Daveth would approve of them all.

Do you have favorite footwear?

Medieval passageways

If you’ve read Blyd and Pearce, you know that it takes place in Tangye, a city in a medieval fantasy setting. (And if you haven’t read it, why not?) Although I live in America—where few buildings predate the 19th century—I’ve been lucky to spend time in much older cities in Europe. Tangye is an amalgam of many of the features I’ve experienced in those places.

Today I wanted to talk about an architectural feature that was common in medieval and later architecture but is rarer now, at least in the US. That feature is the arched pass-through. It’s mentioned a time or two in Blyd and Pearce and there’s one on the cover. It functions as a way for people and traffic to get through a large building, often into the courtyard beyond. In some cases, these archways actually lead to other streets instead.

Here are some examples. I took all of these photos this March while I was wandering the upper town district of Zagreb, Croatia. As the name suggests, this part of the city is hilly. It’s also quite old, with parts of it dating to the 13th and 14th centuries.

(And also note that the upper town still uses gas lamps. I’ve several times seen the lamplighters at work.)

I especially like the photo above because it shows several interesting features. Not just archways, but also a church spire in the distance and a stairway (visible between the buildings) that’s actually a street. That white sign gives its name: Mlinska Stairs.

That’s probably the most famous archway in Zagreb, the Stone Gate. It passes through the original city wall, built in the 13th century. What’s cool about the stone gate is that although it’s a primary method of passing into the upper town, it also contains a Catholic shrine. Legend says the painting in there miraculously survived a fire in the 18th century. There are almost always a couple of people who have stopped inside to light candles and pray. Oh, and see that guy with the pole? He’d just lit that gas lamp.

Here’s a more recent version of the archway. This one is in the lower town, right off the main square, and was probably built in the 19th century. It allows pedestrians to pass from one street to another without having to go around the large block of buildings.

You can see another more modern archway in this aerial view of Zagreb’s main square. Click for the big version, then look at the ground floor of that yellow building in the center of the block beside the white canopies. That building was probably built circa 1887. The passageway is big enough to include storefronts; it leads to a small street behind. More importantly, though, it also leads to Dolac, Zagreb’s biggest public market, On the far left of the photo you can just make out some of the red umbrellas over the produce vendors at Dolac. (That tall church is Zagreb’s cathedral. They’ve been working on restoring it for a zillion years now.)

Does your city have similar archways?