Confluence

The Constable of Aeolis was a shrewd, pragmatic man who did not believe in miracles. In his opinion, everything must have an explanation, and simple explanations were best of all. ‘The sharpest knife cuts cleanest,’ he often told his sons. And: ‘The more a man talks, the more likely it is he’s lying.’
 
But to the end of his days, he could not explain the affair of the white boat.

 Very pleased to report that I have just received a contract from Gollancz for a reprint omnibus of my far -future science fiction trilogy, Confluence. The three novels (Child of the River, Ancients of Days, Shrine of Stars) were published way way back at the end of the last century, and went out of print fairly quickly. Now they're coming back as a big omnibus edition (1100 manuscript pages, 360,000 words), with two related stories as bonus material. Right now, I'm re-formatting and copy-editing ancient text files in a long-dead version of WordPerfect. The book should be out in December this year.