Dear Mr. Cornwell Damn you. Damn you, sir. Your books may be the worse things that have ever happened to me. And do you want to know why? It is because they end sir. It is because after all the heroic battles, after all the knowledge that has crept into my mind from you historically accurate yet thrilling recantations of ancient battles, you end your books. Just who, pray tell, do you think you are? Do you think you can just write some of the best literature that I have ever seen in my life, with cunning plot twists, gripping action, HISTORICALLY ACCURATE DETAILS, and beautifully crafted prose, and then just end it? Shame on you. Shame on you sir. For now, with ever page I read of your books I am haunted, yes, HAUNTED by the fact that with every page I read I come a page closer to having finished one of your books, and thus a page closer to being forced to relinquish the thrilling tales of Thomas Hookton, Richard Sharpe, and Nicholas Hook. If you wish to continue writing such brilliant literary works I submit, sir, that you must write books that are part of a 25 book series, each of which must contain a MINIMUM of 2,000 pages.. At this point, I hope you have detected the satire of my writing. I am a new reader of your books but am already a huge fan. The first paragraph of Azincourt was breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking. And by far my favorite part of your works is that most of the battles are historically accurate. In fact, when I was reading redcoat, the scene battle of Brandywine seemed to mimic a documentary I had recently seen on the American Revolutionary War. I hope to read all of your books within the next few years, and hope that you continue to produce more amazing books that I can read. Your new fan, Gregory Smaldone