Before I disappear behind the door, I stop and turn around to look at him.
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction historical-romance
The Baptist Church rejects man with wooden leg: It appears the Baptist preacher refused to baptize a veteran of the late war in the holy water- saying they only baptize flesh and blood, not wood.
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction historical-romance-fiction
Listen, my child, to the voices of your ancestors. Take pride in our accomplishments; find your strength in our suffering. For WE are not just voices in the wind, WE are a living part of YOU
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction
Perhaps you have visited my grave and flowers left, but did you hear me cry out to you!
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction
The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way.
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction historical-romance
Papa was our strength and the very fiber that wove our family together. He was our foundation and our rock, but even rocks, break, given enough stress.
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction
"He smiled at me and I felt the tenderness only a daughter could feel.
Nancy B. BrewerTags: historical-fiction civil-war historical-romance
You must regard this deviation from your plan as part of the adventure that you sought when you decided to embark on it in the first place...Absence of certainty is its essence. People...who choose to shun the mundane must not only expect, but also enjoy and profit from surprises.
Adam YameyTags: historical-fiction travel south-africa migration
Stuff and nonsense: you must regard this deviation
from your plan as part of the adventure that you sought
when you decided embark on it in the first place. True
adventure does not follow well-trodden paths. Absence
of certainty is its essence. People, like you and I, who
choose to shun the mundane must not only expect, but
also enjoy and profit from surprises.
Tags: historical-fiction south-africa migration
Sunset encroached upon daylight like a powder burst from the mouth of a crimson cannon—orange and gold ribbons shot forth to wage a battle against the clouds. The western horizon was obscured by a glow like a living thing.
Marsha WardTags: historical-fiction sunsets sunset-sky westerns
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