Johnny Walker is asked by an old friend, Karl Baumstark, to come rescue him from marauding rebels that have taken him and his granddaughter, Heather, hostage. The rebel leader has learned the archeological dig Baumstark was working on just might harbor a biblical relic, a tiara called the Devil's Crown. Legend has it that the wearer will gain supernatural powers endowed by the devil himself. With plans of universal domination, the lizard eyed Basil Crump believes Walker is the only hope he has of making Baumstalk tell where to look for the find, but he harbors an unyielding grudge against Walker that makes him as dangerous as nitroglycerin left out in the sun. When Walker arrives on the scene he soon finds out Crump is the least of his problems; Baumstark's flirtatious granddaughter is smitten with him. Walker must keep reminding himself she is only sixteen years old. Worse yet, when he finds the accursed Crown inside a cave, Walker is unable to resist trying it out. Instantly he loses all self-control and he tries to force Heather to submit to the unthinkable. Heather nearly brains Walker attempting to escape. She later fears she killed him. So ends Walker's last Adventure... or is it only the beginning of an even greater adventure?

The story of Henry II's turbulent relationship with Thomas á Beckett, Queen Eleanor, and his sons Richard and John. A tie-in with the BBC2 mini-series.

With the enemy dead, my throne awaits my return. But the reason I'm still standing is being held captive by another foe.I'll move heaven and hell to find her, but when I do, everything changes forever. Ella is broken, broken because of me.The only way to save her is to return to the ruthless leader I once was.A war has been waged, and to win, I need to kill every last traitor and rebuild my kingdom to make her feel safe once more.However, this war is like no other. And my enemy won't stop until one of us is dead. But he doesn't stand a chance. None of them do.I'm a bad man. And I'm okay with that.This is my world.My rules.I'm the goddamn king, and it's time to adjust my crown.

In some natures there are no half-tones; nothing but raw primary colours. John Bodman was a man who was always at one extreme or the other. This probably would have mattered little had he not married a wife whose nature was an exact duplicate of his own. Doubtless there exists in this world precisely the right woman for any given man to marry and vice versa; but when you consider that a human being has the opportunity of being acquainted with only a few hundred people, and out of the few hundred that there are but a dozen or less whom he knows intimately, and out of the dozen, one or two friends at most, it will easily be seen, when we remember the number of millions who inhabit this world, that probably, since the earth was created, the right man has never yet met the right woman."