Bradford Henshaw
Alden Towers Library
Alden Towers Library
​ Books and CD by Bradford Henshaw
Book One of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
THE STONE SHALL BE MINE
ISBN-9781523444885
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Come, walk with me up Apple Creek and meet old Rhim Cooper, the Minneken Chief who lives at Springgate Cottage.
Amble down to Otter Lake and take breakfast in Aunt Fay's kitchen, and on to Saltford where we can learn the news from Dilly Brock, keeper of the Stonehouse Inn.
Accompany the High King and the Chief of the Little People as they pursue the minions of the Evil One.
Ride with Buckthorn Leithgait into the spawning cave of the Black Flower; follow the King across the Wire O'er the Abyss; look behind the visor of the armored Knight who wields the Sword of Brim-Loch Tum; and wonder at an ancient rhyme spoken by the lad Storr Mason.
Book Two of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
THE THREE SIDED BRIDGE
ISBN-9781539076582
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We take up again with Buckthorn Leithgait, a Minneken of some renown, as he and the High King do battle against the hatchlings of Brim-Loch Tum. After sojourning in the Redwood Palace of the Wood Elves, we enjoy a good visit with Windhelm the Wise, and arrive at last in Centrilleum where we are confronted with a shocking mystery.
In his travels, Buckey learns the ancient lore of the Elves. From the dusty vellum page, he is transported back into a primeval era, where the Black Flower first crawls up out of her frozen hole into the world of myths and legends and Windhelm is forced to protect the Sword of Old from her iron claw. From the lips of the Elders, Buckey hears how the Golden Age was broken by an army of mortal Men on horseback; Elves were transmuted into Ogres; Peace Frontiers were made into prison houses; and the Elves’ own covenant was turned against them.
Book Three of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
THE HOUSE OF ROYALLE
ISBN-9781544134291
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Out from another land, and up from another day, the Seafaring Shepherd has sailed to Cen-Tuin as its only hope of deliverance. Here he is instated in the Opalescent Covenant and declared High King over all realms, that he might draw the Evil One into personal confrontation with himself. As it is plainly foretold—There shall be hostility between the Evil One and the High King, and between Her spawn and his offspring. She shall splinter their arrows, and he shall shatter her bow.
From the Place of Beginnings a little people come forth down from the ice and snow bearing a treasure without which the world must perish—a great burden to be guarded when all other treasures are lost.
Who in the King's household conspires for the life of the Prince? Wild game moves on—but the hidden track remains.
Book Four of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
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TENDRILS OF THE BLACK FLOWER
ISBN-9781979627146
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Sait Agatha Veld was first to give her nation over to the Evil One. Being a transterpreter, Agatha was able to turn darkness into light, smuggling two illegal tribes into Cen-Tuin and calling it legal.
Wraylan La'Brille was second to throw away his soul and his people to the Black Flower. Born High Lord Viceroy to a nation of spineless Scyphotanians, he proved unserviceable to the powers of Brim-Loch Tum. But there was an old Wolf serving in the King's palace, full of treason and duplicity—an agent full worthy the trust of the Evil One.
The Alpha is a Goblin who was once the noble Lord of the Plains Elves. Aelph is the last to have cast his Covenant Stone before the powers of Brim-Loch Tum—gaining nothing he longs for, and losing everything he loves.
These are the Tendrils of the Black Flower, sent forth to do the will of Brim-Loch Tum. And what is that will, but to defraud two rightful heirs of their inheritances, or at a minimum, steal away their very lives and mental powers—thereby obtaining entitlement to rule the world.
Book Five of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
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THE PORT DARLING WATERFRONT
ISBN-9798572520804
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Storr Mason had turned fifteen last Autumn. Until this spring his whole life had been the sweet, slow pattern of all Minneken children, running in the sunny fields of Minnionon and playing in the shady woodland groves at the foot of the mountains. But suddenly all those things had been altered. Papa was moving their family to their new home down by the sea—to the town of Port Darling which stood poised on a hillside facing the open sky above North Harbor. Clayborn and Letty Mason’s lives had lately taken on a weighty measure of changes—changes which would shape Storr’s days like they had never been shaped before—changes upon which could turn even his final destiny.
Book Six of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
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THE FORGING OF A PRINCE
ISBN-9798450871592
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A lone bugle sounding in the forested hills calls the plain mountain people down the hollows and rills, down the quiet meadows from their orchards and mills with their axes swinging in their hands. Beneath the grey welkin of a gathering storm, the tolling of a bell on the heavens is borne; breastplate of justice over jerkin is worn, and joy is a longbow in the hand. The Olden Road was cobbled when the Ages were dim, the Wynde River thundered o’er the Palisade Rim; the Old Sage is marking with an eagle-wing pen, spear tips glitter in the sun. War horses gather on the mustering ground, grim warriors drilling to the battle drum sound; the King’s horse is prancing on the Burial Mound, his broadsword lofted in his hand. Rainbows arch above the hamlets and homes, rams’ horns echo in the towering stone; climbing picks and hammers lay forsaken alone, and starlight is beaten into blades. Merrily, merrily, merrily we sing — Merrily, merrily, marching off to War.
Book Seven of the Prince of Brim-Loch Tum Series
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THE OPALESCENT COVENANT
ISBN-9798472974158
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Each of the Seven Stones of the Opalescent Covenant is brought to judgment according to its owner’s response to the challenge of personal sovereignty. Who shall wear the Rainbow Pearl? Will it be Death or will it be Life?
Seven Gates of Brim-Loch Tum—portals to the Chamber of Inquiry—are breached by hands no longer hands. The frailest hand in The World Which Is, then joins with Him who conquers last, to breach the Gate of Forever Lost.
Seven Tales not Fully Told are as fully told as tales permit—as long as lambskin, ink and quill—as long as Time and Truth endure.
The Rocks Cried Out
ISBN: 13-978-1492276739
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​ The Hippies. The Sixties. The Psychedelics. The Search for God.
I was raised in a mid-class American home, attended California State College at Long Beach as an art student, lived the bohemian life in Seal Beach, and dropped out of college in 1969. It was the 'Summer of Love.' We called ourselves hippies, but we were really just tramps and hobos. I dodged the draft for a while, served in the army for a while, and traveled with the transients until life became very old and unbearable. What had started as a lark, turned into a desperate search for Reality.
I didn't have the brains to be a Cal-Berkley communist. I didn't have enough funk to be a Santa Cruz organic artisan. I didn't have the body-odor to be a Haight-Ashbury hippie; in fact, one weird character in the French Quarter looked at me suspiciously— "You're not a hippie," he said. "Your shirt's too clean." He was probably right. I was a God-seeker. What I had was an insatiable thirst for the Absolute, which sent me packing across the land with the nature freaks.
From nightmare to nightmare I groped, until I was at last confronted—not by an experiment with some new high, or some far-out religion or drop-out philosophy—but by Jesus Christ himself. It was in that personal encounter where I discovered the reason for being.
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Broken Angel
ISBN: 13-978-1493522057
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Broken Angel is a love story reaching to the heights of heaven and plunging to the depths of hell, a journal penned on the way—rough, honest, unabridged. The setting is not so much a place, but an experience: the landscape of Cancer, and the experience of Death. It is our story. We were living in the Valley of the Shadow, and made these observations while passing through.
Our marriage was sterling, steady, and sweet. We were a family and we loved being who we were. We had lots of joy and laughter. As far as kids go, some people raise ‘children,’ we were raising kids—goats—running, jumping, shouting, crying, dirt-seeking, happy little kids.
I am no psychologist or sociologist. I am not trying to instruct or counsel. I do not feel I am full of invaluable material just waiting to solve someone else's dealings with death and grief. I have traveled a road, and I do have something of a story to tell. There is a mountain of love in it, and a certain raw in-touch-ment with things eternal.
Look On Up The Valley
Music CD
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While on the mission field in northern British Columbia, we found ourselves posted in the most delightful setting of Moberly Lake, nestled in the verdant hills just off the eastern ramparts of the Rocky Mountains. Our lawn fell right away onto the lakeshore; our children roamed the forests unscathed; and just up the lake, James Oldenburg had a little recording studio in a high-window, slope-roofed shanty, which he had reclaimed from the ravishes of time and moss. While James was teaching my son classical guitar, he consented to record some of my music. Our work together produced this album, ‘Look On Up The Valley’, and was completed in the year 1989.
These are simply a few of my own songs as they came from my heart — dated, located, and as colloquial as the diary they express — small musical moments out of the journey of my life. I was happy with the music James and I put together in that little studio, and still am. And I am also happy to be able to keep it available for my friends, both old and new.
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