All good things originate with the Creator God, he'd been taught, and the Song of Life was no exception.
Sandi LayneMots clés historical-fiction supernatural battle irish-warrior
Cowan son of Branieucc, you're the only one of my people that I know for sure still lives.
Sandi LayneMots clés romance historical-fiction ireland norway herbalist
Most of [her ashes] fell into the river in a long gray curtain. But some was caught by the wind and blown upward toward the blue spring sky where it swirled a moment in the air, before dissolving into sunlight.
Kimberly CutterMots clés history historical-fiction christian france christian-fiction medieval-history
Today’s breakfast consist of rice and a piece of bread fried in a bit of salt pork grease. At least I have my memories of grand banquets and fine foods, but this is all the children have ever known. I suppose it is best not to have anything to compare.
Nancy B. BrewerMots clés historical-fiction civil-war historical-romance
I am a survivor. But I am not unique of the people that survived the great late war. We all have our stories to tell. But for most of us the hardened corners have soften with the passage of time.
Nancy B. BrewerMots clés historical-fiction
Once more, I am watching the most powerful men in the kingdom bring their power to bear on a woman who has done nothing worse than live to the beat of her own heart, see with her own eyes; but this is not their tempo nor their vision and they cannot tolerate any other.
Philippa GregoryMots clés women historical-fiction monarchy
I understand, gentlemen,” John Kennedy said. “If you find that life it’s not easy, let me tell you, death is worse.
Pierre MarshessoMots clés historical-fiction thriller
Don't ever let anyone tell you that things can't be changed, that things can't be done. The can and they will, if we are united in what we believe.
F.C. MalbyMots clés historical-fiction literary-fiction
The lines in the corners of her eyes spoke of years of wisdom, as a tree with the number of rings increasing with each passing year. She was a small frame of a woman with piercing eyes that suggested that they knew you, understood you even.
F.C. MalbyMots clés historical-fiction literary-fiction
One word was the method by which the state collected their information. They could reel in the informants and spread them out like tentacles, ready to sting in any direction.
F.C. MalbyMots clés historical-fiction literary-fiction
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