I've updated all my book prices too, and the full list is here: http://www.jackdawebooks.co.uk/prices.htm
While you're thinking, here's a sample from Galloway Gate.
Dusk drifts smoke-blue from the east.
Sheep nipnipnip at the frosting grass
(eat, eat before night). A distant dog
barks the same rhythm, with no message.
We have met no-one since dawn.
No bikers from the Devil's Bridge,
no walkers queueing for the mountains,
no chatty neighbours bringing eggs,
and for this we are thankful.
Only one con-trail, pink, in the west
draws a line at the end of the day.
The blackbird whistles the trees to bed.
The air is clear of everything but rooks
whose funeral wings wipe the sky clean.