I had turned to leave and he had called after me. “Miss Maria, I kin no other woman who could be wearing men’s trousers and be dripping such as ye are and look quite so lovely. It’s a right shame your mother is marrying you off to that great sot!”
I had turned to call back to him, “I doubt very much we will have to worry about that after today!
Tag: historical-fiction scotland suspense corsets scottish dark-romance scotsman
Oil and Water, Daddy calls us. At four years younger than me, Katie is only fourteen and she already has half the boys in town eating from her pretty little hand. She tells me I am too tall and too wicked looking to capture the heart of any sensible young man.
Gwenn WrightTag: historical-fiction suspense young-adult sisters filter family-saga von-strassenberg
She says it is a school for bluestockings which, according to her, is really only a fashionable way of saying it is a school for ugly girls who cannot find suitable husbands. To tease her, for I believe it is one of his greatest pleasures in this life, my father bought a pair of blue silk stockings for me the day we received my letter of acceptance. That evening and the next, father and I dined alone.
Gwenn WrightTag: historical-fiction suspense young-adult women-s-rights chick-lit gothic-romance bluestocking gender-studies powerful-women
Good men are often more practical than pretty " said Mother. "Andrius just happens to be both.
Ruta SepetysTag: romance historical-fiction
How did I get here How did I end up in the arms of a boy I barely knew but knew I didn't want to lose I wondered what I would have thought of Andrius in Lithuania. Would I have liked him Would he have liked me
Ruta SepetysTag: romance historical-fiction
Conformity is deformity
Sharon DesruisseauxTag: historical-fiction theology historical memoirs egypt cleopatra ancient-egypt isis
Like billiard balls colliding our courses were altered.
Linda CollisonTag: historical-fiction philosophical-musings the-butterfly-effect
Bad luck doesn't have any chinks in it," he said with deep bitterness. "I was born a son of a bitch and I'm going to die a son of a bitch.
Gabriel García MárquezTag: war historical-fiction family-relationships latin-america gabriel-garcia-marquez political-fiction
A smile is hidden beneath the mustache, it crinkles the corners of his hooded eyes. “I didn’t. I have other business in town and I told my friend I would attend to the matter of his son, as he could not do so himself.”
“Very kind of you.”
“Yes. I have been looking forward to it for quite some time.”
Daddy’s lemonade is almost gone, he sips it carefully, turning his eyes back to the water. “Looking forward to seeing the lad or to conducting your business?” Daddy is toying with him.
“Both. You see, I had never actually met his son.” The glass rests against Daddy’s lips, unmoving. Mr. Geyer watches him closely. “But now I have, so I can get on with my,” he fixes his own gaze on the water, as though trying to see whatever it is that has transfixed my father, “business.
Tag: historical-fiction mystery young-adult detective ya von-strassenberg bluestocking-girl geyer gwenn-wright viktor-von-strassenberg
A glance would not be enough to tell you this was the daughter of Katherine Raquel Demure. Even a lingering gaze would not suffice. No. Only careful study of the original and a comparative inspection of her only child would even hint at a relation between the two. Viktor could see it and knew, beyond doubt, that Henrietta not only saw it but was also vexed by it on a daily basis.
Gwenn WrightTag: historical-fiction young-adult von-strassenberg viktor-von-strassenberg
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