Universe, throw me a (royal) bone!

Richard III PortraitThere are times in your life when something in the Universe shifts and you get what you want.

Up until that point, it seemed impossible. It was the tallest Everest to climb without ropes, or the widest Pacific to cross in only a bamboo raft. The odds were always against you.

Finally, you get to an age where the magical thinking stops and reality sinks in. You accept the fact that what you want so badly, what you have wanted all your life, you will never have. You make peace with it. And inside you – really deep inside you – it does become okay not to have it.

Perhaps it’s that acceptance that causes the shift. Maybe, when the Universe is between hoisting weird coincidences upon hapless humans and laughing at them, it stands back, takes a look at your noble acceptance and hears your brave utterings of “It wasn’t really that important.” Then, and only then, the Universe says, “Ah, ha! Now let’s throw her a bone!”

It’s exactly what happened to me. The Universe threw me a bone. Actually, it threw me an entire skeleton.

In February, it was announced that the skeleton of King Richard III had been unearthed from beneath a parking lot where, back in the fifteenth century, the Greyfriars Priory had stood in Leicester, England.

I took the hint, and unearthed my own remains – of a novel I had finished years ago and had tried, but failed, to get published.

The time had come to try again.

In “Rings of Passage,” my unlikely romantic hero is King Richard III. In the centuries since he was slain by Henry Tudor’s army (528 years ago today), Richard has been unfairly maligned by, oh, just about everyone. That’s what happens when the winning side writes history books.

To add insult to injury, Shakespeare wrote one of his greatest plays based around Richard’s infamous crimes, such as how he’d had his innocent nephews, the Princes in the Tower, murdered. (In my novel, you’ll find out who really did it.)

The Bard leaves us with the taste of ridicule in our minds when he writes Richard’s final cry as he falls in the throes of battle: “My kingdom for a horse!”

I mean, who is ever going to forget that? (Especially, if you’ve heard it spoken by Laurence Olivier.)

At the Battle of Bosworth Field, this was the real final cry Richard shouted at his usurping and unworthy cousin Henry Tudor: “Treason!”

Today, on the anniversary of Richard III’s death, my novel “Rings of Passage” has been brought to life. In it, Richard is loved by a modern heroine, Anise, who travels back in time to attempt the impossible: to change history and save the king from his tragic fate.

The excavation of an anointed King of England’s remains, followed by the DNA evidence confirming his identity, was the unlikeliest of outcomes – and yet proved successful.

The unearthing and resurrection of my novel? Well, let’s just say both occurrences are a bit of a miracle.

(To give credit where credit is due, I recommend you visit the Richard III Society’s article by Dr. John Ashdown Hill describing how this amazing archaeological discovery unfolded.)

And because today is August 22:

“PLANTAGENET, Richard. Remember before God, Richard III, King of England, and those who fell at Bosworth Field, 22nd August 1485, having kept faith. Loyaulte me Lie.”
Afterthought: My novel can be found here:

8 thoughts on “Universe, throw me a (royal) bone!

  1. Great post, Karla! Sometimes if you wait long enough, good things happen. But sometimes you have to wait a LONG time. So glad to see Rings of Passage published. What’s happening with Dangerous Reflections?

    • Cara, the trick is to always be aware of opportunities, and be adaptable. You just never know what life is going to throw at you, good and bad. I’m doing a polish on ‘Dangerous Reflections’ with a little bit of structural change. It has been difficult to get to because of the ‘Rings’ launch, but it’s on the schedule for this weekend.

  2. That book sounds wonderful ….. has it been published yet, if so where can I by it? What an unusual story line, if only we COULD go back to save him. I wish you much luck with the sales of it…….

  3. Coincidence? What coincidence?

    I have read the details of the exhumation. The sheer improbability of the journey from then till now emphasizes the spiritual need for redress – to rewrite a wrong, as if his body had remained hidden until just this moment in time.

    What could be worse than having Shakespeare be the propagandist working against you? And yet, even his weight as the greatest writer in history can’t keep a terrible secret concealed forever.

    In our small ways, I am convinced we are called to push back. If your novel lay like a fairy-tale princess in waiting, perhaps the moment had not been fortuitous for the prince to appear and the tale to begin. What event could be more momentous than the discovery of Richard himself?

    We learn in such ways that a no can also mean a yes. The universe seems to conspire against us when we are inexplicably held back from our dreams and desires. But then, suddenly, everything changes and we discover it’s because our guardian angels could see what we could not. From another plane of reality it all makes perfect sense.

    I wish you all the success in the world, Karla. For your sake…and for Richard’s as well.

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