A second bestseller

You'll have to excuse me, but this sort of thing doesn't happen that often, and I do get a little excited.

My second Welsh-language novel, 'Coed y Brenin' has just reached number one in Amazon Uk's Welsh-language ebook charts. Woohoo!


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