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The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

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The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

Tags: fantasy, historical fiction, robin and the king, robin hood, war

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About Parke Godwin

Parke Godwin (January 28, 1929 – June 19, 2013) was an American writer. He won the World Fantasy Award for Best Novella in 1982 for his story "The Fire When It Comes". He was a native of New York City, where he was born in 1929. He was the grandson of Harry Post Godwin.