About David

Author Bio

David Gilman has had an enormously impressive variety of jobs - from firefighter to professional photographer, from soldier in the Parachute Regiment’s Reconnaissance Platoon to a Marketing Manager for an international publishing company in South Africa. He is also a successful television screenwriter. From 2000 until 2009 he was principal writer on A Touch Of Frost. He has lived and travelled the world gathering inspiration for his exotic adventure series along the way. Now, David is based in Devonshire, where he lives with his wife, Suzy Chiazzari.

The Englishman is a new thriller series introducing Dan Raglan, a contemporary knight errant who served in French Foreign Legion. The second book in the series, Betrayal will be published on January 6th 2022.

MASTER OF WAR is the first book of David Gilman’s series that follows the fortunes of Thomas Blackstone, a village stonemason in England sent to fight with King Edward’s army as an archer against the French in 1346. In the bloodiest of conflicts he discovers friendship, love and sacrifice but his destiny has yet to be played out. From humble beginnings this common man’s reputation becomes legend. Rich in historical detail, MASTER OF WAR propels the cast of characters on an epic journey through the violence and political intrigue of the 100 Years’ War.

There are now seven books in the series: following Master of War, Defiant Unto Death, Gate of the Dead, Viper’s Blood, Scourge of Wolves. The 8th book in the series, as yet untitled, is being written.

David is also author of two standalone novels for adults, The Last Horseman, set during the Boer War and Night Flight to Paris, a WW11 novel that pits a reluctant hero against the Nazi forces in Paris in 1943.

Monkey and Me is written for younger children.

While the DANGER ZONE YA adventure series featuring plucky hero Max Gordon is aimed at YA readers. Each book in the trilogy has a different geographical setting. THE DEVIL’S BREATH won the prestigious French award, Le Prix Polar Jeunesse, was shortlisted for the Manchester Book Award and the Spellbinding Award, nominated for the Carnegie Medal, and picked for the UK government’s recommended reading list for boys. It was also shortlisted for the 2010-2011 Isinglass Teen Read Award in New Hampshire, USA.

David writes:

I wrote my first story titled: The Runaway Sixpence, when I was six years old. Narrated in the first person it followed the adventures of a sixpence as it rolled through the town and countryside, eventually it was swallowed by a cow and died. My teacher was adamant that the story could not be told in that manner if the protagonist was dead. I think she lacked imagination and obviously had never seen Sunset Boulevard. And it took me twenty-five years before I wrote another story… but, in the meantime I was a tad busy

I grew up in England and Wales, a life of varied fortunes – from living in a tiny flat above the local fish and chip shop to a country house with horses. My family moved house about every six months because of my father’s business, which also meant a new school after every move, so I have a lot of sympathy for young people who are shunted around. Hang in there! If an uneducated child like me can get this far …

I left school when I was 14 to help support my mother and two siblings - and soon after circumstances took us to Africa. I left home when I was sixteen and drove a battered 1940s Ford saloon, ferrying Zulu and Pondo construction workers to and from their work in the countryside. Earning a living wasn’t easy being a white boy without qualifications in apartheid South Africa – though of course, as I soon learnt it was nothing compared to being an African in the same situation. I was definitely close to the bottom of the social ladder. I applied for various interesting jobs – trainee game ranger, junior crime reporter – and passed their entrance exams, but was eventually rejected because I did not hold any educational qualifications.

It’s an old cliché, but desperate times demanded desperate measures. Lying about my age seemed a good idea, so I told the authorities I was 21, and I had a succession of jobs including a year as a traffic cop. When an editor who was starting a new weekly magazine offered me a position as a trainee journalist I jumped at the opportunity. This was to be a brief working relationship. The day I arrived for work Special Branch detectives raided his office. He had been on their ‘wanted list’ for Communist subversive activities for a long time. My career in journalism lasted all of five minutes after a rather stomach-churning interview with burly, frightening men.

I joined the Fire and Rescue Service, probably the most important learning curve of my young life. It was a time of guns and knives, hard men, and brutal police. I witnessed human behaviour at its best and worse, experienced shocking and lethal violence, saw grotesque injuries, and had frightening encounters. Finally, though, events caught up with me. I passed my next set of fire service exams and was earmarked as a Station Officer trainee. Continuing would have uncovered the fact that I was still underage. Fate, as always, arranged an escape plan. My friend, a photographer for a magazine company, gave me a tip-off that they needed another photographer. I didn’t know one end of a camera from another, but he taught me as much as he could as quickly as he could and then stood as guarantor so I could go into debt and buy the equipment I needed. From there on it was the high life. Parties, models, and money that disappeared quickly. I never realised I had so many friends in need of a loan. But that high-end lifestyle had a strange, uneasy effect on me. I felt out of touch with the ‘real’ world and after a potentially fatal incident involving a firearm, I turned my back on it. Returning to England with very little money, but still in one piece, I was soon on newspaper and broadcasters’ shortlists as a photographer and cameraman – but - finally - I was impatient and the wait proved too long. After a year or so of driving lorries and then bulldozers in the construction industry, I passed an entrance exam (thank heavens for libraries) to become a farm worker in Canada, but when the Canadian government changed its policy I left for Australia. I definitely need far horizons.

I was now - finally - 21 years old.

Let’s zip through the rest fairly quickly and save bandwidth. Australia was (and still is) a welcoming and generous country, like the USA, for those immigrants willing to work hard. I did a stint as a logger in the karri forests and from there – just by way of a change – as a window dresser for a department store; then, once again, as a photographer in an advertising agency.

Four years later, and with the IRA terrorists murdering people in Britain I returned home and signed up for the British army. I was twenty-six – the extreme age limit at that time. And 26-year-olds then were not what they are today. Being reasonably fit counted for nothing. Drinking and smoking accounted for most energy being expended. For once in my life I was too old. For some crazy reason I thought I was fit enough to tackle the selection course for the Paras. I somehow managed to stagger through the training and after some time in the battalion I joined Patrol Company and the Reconnaissance Platoon.

After a few years I left with the idea of becoming a writer. I’m not sure which is the more difficult – getting through the Paras selection or breaking in as a writer, especially for someone who hates sitting at a desk. Marriage took me back to South Africa where I worked as a book salesman and, after attending night school for some long overdue qualifications, as a regional marketing manager for an international publishing company.

During those years I wrote every night and every weekend after work. There were no “how to” books or writing courses – you couldn’t even get your hands on a script to see how it was formatted. But, after having hundreds of radio plays and serials broadcast I created and wrote multi-stranded television series. Finally, I moved back to the UK in the mid-90s, I wrote movie and television scripts - notably for A Touch of Frost.

Fast forwarding a few more years brings me to sitting at this desk, writing these words. Thirteen novels published and another two in the pipeline.
Looking over this it feels as though a few lifetimes have been compressed into a short space of time.

Or is that called speed reading?

Author Bio