Any Man So Daring
by Sarah A. Hoyt

What magic inspired the world's greatest playwright?

Life has been good to Shakespeare, now the preeminent playwright of his time since the mysterious death of Christopher Marlowe. In his heart, he knows that his past contact with the Elven king Quicksilver sparked his talent and changed him forever-but it came at too high a cost. Then word is brought to him from Stratford that his son has disappeared, lost in the forest where Quicksilver reigns. Ablaze with anger, Will ventures once more into the realm of the unnatural, determined to wrest the boy from the Elven king's clutches. But he finds that Quicksilver is not the culprit. Now he must face an inhuman being of dark power to save not only his son, but all the realm of magic...

Sarah A. Hoyt's Bio

Historical, science fiction and fantasy writer Sarah A. Hoyt also mysteries as Sarah D'Almeida.

I was born in Portugal far more years ago than I like to admit to, in a—then very small—place called Granja (lugar da Granja—lugar possibly transtating roughly as hamlet—but literally translating as “place”) in the freguesia (allegiance/fiefdom) of Aguas-Santas (Holy Waters) in the Conselho (council) of Maia in the district of Porto.

All those designations are changed now, but as I like to tell people I grew up somewhere between Elizabethan England and Victorian England with just a little of the twentieth century thrown in.

This might be exaggerating—not much—but the truth is that I did go to a village school and learn to write with a quill pen. Though I used ballpoint pens at home. I penned my first “novel” with ballpoint at around the age of six. And since it was pretty easy—all twenty pages of Enid Blyton rip-off—I abandoned what I (by then) suspected was an unattainable aspiration of becoming an angel when I grew up. I decided instead to be a novelist.

Once this was decided, of course, it didn’t take all that long at all. Only some... cough... twenty years, during which I acquired a degree from the University of Porto (where we didn’t use quill pens), found that employment for English majors was at best scant, moved to the US, changed my name, got married, worked at a variety of jobs from multilingual translator to retail clerk, had two kids and a varying and scary number of cats and read far more than is good for any human being.

So, now I live in Colorado with my husband, two teen sons who are both taller and stronger—and far more handsome—than I and four indoor cats, plus a variety of Not-Our-Cats^TM who beg food at the kitchen door and for whom we provide facilities summer and winter. But who are not... cough... our cats. Ever.

I’ve been telling lies for fun and profit since 1994 (I did it for free long before that.)