Do everything in your power to avoid the works of Rosalind Miles.
I read
Guenevere, Queen of the Summer Country. It is absolute drivel.
She glosses over fight scenes in order to talk about how the warriors
feel about the fight rather than actually describing their actions and reactions. She stops the narrative flow every few pages to give paragraphs of internal monologue from the protagonist that just gushes exposition and context that becomes a pain to read. In fact, she breaks the cardinal rule of "Show, don't tell" at almost every opportunity!
Her descriptions are absolutely hilarious in how perfectly horrible they are. She describes one dress as "the color of an April morn."
...
What color is that?
I mean, April is normally associated with green for spring, but mornings are usually red because of the sunrise, but maybe its blue because of the clear skies? Ugh.
She describes a wedding dress as "weaved from gossamer and moonbeams." What does that mean? I wish I had the book on hand because that entire paragraph was a crock of poetic-sounding nothings that should be framed in the walls of every creative writing class as WHAT NOT TO DO. However, I tossed the book aside with a wistful glare after 200 pages of hoping it would become interesting and haven't looked back.
