Novels

In Progress: Antebellum (working title)
10,000 words written. 90,000 to go.

Finished: Miss Floret and the Luministe: A Cautionary Tale
Epic fantasy with Regency sensibility.
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Chapter One: Obstinate Goodbyes

A proper lady would not have locked herself in the manor library with a corpse. A proper lady would have overlooked the desecration of her dead sister, placed the holy oak and apple branches in the casket, and closed the lid—if only for the sake of moving past this entire unpleasant drowning episode.

Miss Lyanne Floret, bastion of Floret decorum, clutched the holy oak and apple branches and stared at the splayed angles of Rya’s newly-broken fingers. Leaning over the coffin, she considered her obligations. The last two days she had marinated in lung-crushing grief. Now, as she touched her younger sister’s cricked fingers, fury heated the grief to a boil.

With a squeal, Lyanne turned on her heel, the floor-length skirt of her bombazine dress wisking with every step. She slammed the library door, wedged a chair under the knob, and shoved the tip of the fireplace poker in the keyhole for good measure.

Lyanne’s brothers and father came half an hour before the scheduled burial. First her father, Gared, tried the doorknob. Muffled voices conferred in the corridor before he knocked and called her name, his words escalating from an empathetic rumble to a booming shout. Lyanne stood beside the coffin, patting her younger sister’s swollen cheek.

“This is the housekeeper’s fault, verity it is,” she muttered, smoothing Rya’s brown hair, setting the creases of her dress as naturally as the coffin would allow, and lacing the black boots on her feet. “Of course Father sent in that woman the instant I stepped away. Look at the state she put you in! On my word, she’ll be given notice for what she’s done!” 

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