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“What happened?” Tatiana asked nervously. “Was someone arrested?”
“No, no one was arrested,” Leonid quickly reassured her...
The face should be trained never to show a trace of anxiety or alarm, no matter how grave the occasion; no surprise should be expressed even by so much...
Now she was frightened, and she tightened her grip on her son’s hand. A noise to the rear startled her. In concentrating on the man in front of her...
It was on the Bon Air where Clement finally managed to perfect his first working barometer. One day, while below deck talking to a few...
Gwenna's life is about to change. Her father is dead and the family business on the brink of collapse. Thwarted by society, the plucky sweet...
It was the simplest of caresses, and yet Drefan’s thumb inscribing small circles on her belly was a touch of such intimacy, such easy familiarity...
Richmond Palace, 1582
Having wished to be a courtier for so many years, I fought against self-doubt now my chance had come. My mouth...
24 AD, Southeast Britannia
Gasping, snorting, Marcellus thought he was drowning in a tumultuous sea when he awoke. With water all over his face...
What happens when a king loses his prowess? The day Henry IV could finally declare he had vanquished his enemies, he threw it all away with an...
By October 1938, Britain and all of Europe were of course watching Hitler and the Nazis with a wary eye and a sense that war was inevitable...
The effects of Annwr’s wine had worn off, but instead of offering Caelym another cup, she fed him thin porridge, spooning it into his mouth and wiping...
The following night, Jack sat in Aunt Catherine’s parlor on Tory Row in Cambridge. Oliver sat silently sipping his brandy, but Father’s round face glowed...
Inside the roundhouse Nara halted at the doorway. She lifted her chin and faced her father, who sat in his usual place at the far end of the firestones...
CPBC Blog Tour and Book Excerpt - They reached the west bank, stepping across the luminous reflection of the shore and onto the reality....
When Master Curran had departed, Seb was alone in the dormitory. The others were all at their work, leaving him to lie against the pillow...
CPBC Blog Tour and Book Excerpt - The Story of An 18th Century Woman from A Prominent New England Family Who Went from A Life...
April 1912 – Isabel Taylor clutched her straw hat in one hand and her daughter Georgiana’s hand in the other, as the China Seas...
“Fabulous and enthralling from start to finish! (International Review of Books)
“Great writing! A really great story wonderfully put together...
“Look at all the little boats, Mummy,” Georgiana said. She pointed at a jumble of vessels the size of large rowboats anchored in long columns...
My paternal grandfather, Guido: he served in the Italian army during the Second World War and told me stories about the conflict...
“I see them, sweetheart,” Isabel said. “Do you remember that they’re called sampans? People use them for fishing. But I had no idea there would be...
I stood by the arched entryway to my parents' home. My cheek still tingled from the blow Father had dealt me moments before...
At least fifty passengers stood at the bow rail watching the city come into view. Isabel smiled at the line of hats her female shipmates wore:
With a sudden jolt, she woke, the predawn tranquility shattered by a distant rumble. Maggie sprang up, her eyes widening as she recognized...
A foggy dawn, and as the last notes of reveille sounded from the castle below, an officer of the Inniskilling Regiment strode purposefully down...
Caroline - November 18, 1948 - The next time that witch, Sister Alva comes for me, I'll be ready. She's not going to put me in that tub again...
Four days later, Otto Kessler returned to St. Ludger's. This time the Gestapo officer was not alone. "Hartmann Bottger! You are under arrest...
My paternal grandfather, Guido: he served in the Italian army during the Second World War and told me stories about the conflict...
I awaken suddenly and… I don’t know where I am. I’m not in my cabin. I can hear the pounding of my heartbeat thundering in my ears...
Historical Fiction Told Like it Should be
Isn't it just so great when you find one of those books that completely drags you in...
‘Good morning, Maman.’ Amalia was dressed in a simple blue serge dress, her dark hair plaited and wrapped around her head...
The ballroom of the recently completed Palazzo Balbi was luxurious, with a high, painted ceiling and crystal chandelier hanging at its center...
The following midafternoon, the detachment trudged single-file into dense wood through humidity so heavy it seemed to steam from the ground...
We wandered along the river, which was wider and shallower here than up at the house. We took off our shoes and socks, and I hiked up my skirt...
Stretching in her carriage, Anne’s thoughts fell on her rival. Louise de Savoy would have heard of her son’s mishap by now...
I remember my mother as if it was yesterday, her dark curly hair piled up on top and a gentle Irish lilt to her voice. But I realise now that these are...
I don't want to hurt Mother anymore, but I have my life to get on with. This damn war overshadows every moment and every decision I have to make.
She had been wandering the gardens listlessly, followed always by one of the old women, perhaps Grandma Cadogan...
Matthew Makepeace and his mate, Jacob Varghese, were drinking small beer while smoking Trinidad leaf, well-pleased with the feel...
Ren kept her eyes downturned as she busied her shaking hands with the recipe of death.
Only when the preparations were complete did she...
Betrayal. Guy of Gisborne—Sir Guy of Gisborne now—had not visited Locksley in years. Not since Alys and Hob Fletcher were children...
“Lookin’ back, it’s all so clear now,” he began. “The first one was for beauty — and a’course she was havin’ my baby. Inga was her name...."
Ceaseless ringing in her ears and jackboots reverberating on the stone floor of the hall woke her from a fitful sleep. How many were there this time?...
Marc and Eva sat at her kitchen table, steaming cups of coffee before them. It wasn’t yet December, but a freak snowfall had begun...
To Betsy’s distress, September and October passed without word from her husband. Each day that the weather was fine, she walked the three-quarters…
From The Case of the Missing Bride - it’s 1862, and a group of young women are on their way across the ocean to be married. Matron clapped twice …. ‘
The civil war split the loyalties of many families. Sometimes it split the loyalties of a single person. Harrisburg, Penn. "Where are you from?...
Emily Rose roams through a country ravaged by war, a damaged land where the very grass blades drink the blood of brothers, cousins, and friends...
Catherine between the hallway that separated their rooms. “Arthur!” she cried. Her voice displayed her worry and frustration....
Clarice didn’t like the autumn. Last year, when she was eleven years old, she liked the autumn. But this year she was twelve and didn’t care for it anymore....
January 22, 1778
The man following me on this lonely road is nowhere in sight—but that doesn’t mean he has given up....
October 1529
Edinburgh, Scotland
A plume of hot breath escaped Adelyn Scott’s lips. Please God, dinna let ‘em find me....
I looked out across the land before me and saw its potential and felt the determination of the man beside me. “I’ll help you,” I said, and our eyes....
The big man wearing black, the chosen man, was standing arms akimbo leaning into the wind. The feather of the wide-brimmed, black leather hat....
Ever since they had come to this land, for far more years in the past than the ordinary man could possibly hope to fathom, the tribal Chiefs and Earls...
The rains had come in a deluge the previous night, with thunder and lightning, frightening horses and sending young children into the arms....
“We can delay no longer if we are to save mankind. The salvation of the world will begin at Münster. It is the New Jerusalem, and all roads....
Zenobia watched the covers rise and fall several times—labored breaths that tore her heart and taxed her patience. Her mother had dozed off once again....
Heinrich had gone for a ride outside the city walls to clear his thoughts. Countess Matilde of Canossa had not changed much since the Mantova council...
Argolicus opened the door of the large stone house to memories and seventeen years of dust. He peered into the atrium in the early morning...
The last evening before reaching Jerusalem, we rested on the outskirts of a village. After days of traveling through blowing sand and rocky plains...
The silent band of men rode across the verdant field, easy in their saddles despite their armor and the heat of the day ....
"A Hundred Sweet Promises" is an acclaimed Russian historical fiction novel based on a family secret revealed 40 years ago by a grandmother to her grandson.
“Chuy Messi.” “No, Chuy, your full name,” said Padre Rosales. “You know me, padre, why must I state my full name to you?” “Chuy, this is no different ...
Would you like a newspaper, Mr. Smith? It came out this mornin’. The headline reads “It is Blood”, but my Daddy says that ain’t no surprise to him, ...
