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SummaryThe stories of four famous women (Nannerl Mozart, Jane Austen, Martha Washington, Elizabeth Barrett Browning), thoroughly researched and then told in a fictional manner, as if in their own words.
StatsGenre: Adult historical fiction
Series length: Four standalones Violence: Light Magic/Supernatural: None Romance: Light to moderate Christian/spiritual element: Overt elements threaded throughout Recommendation: Those who enjoy biographies and learning about the stories of real people |
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My brother was dead and I couldn't find his body. I walked among the bleak mounds of the cemetery, pulling my cape close with one hand while clasping the hood tightly around my head with the other. it was too cold to be beyond the city gates of Vienna in this awful place, yet it was fitting that I was here under conditions. To search a graveyard on a sunny day seemed wrong. Perhaps if I'd known where he lay and was bringing him a fresh spray of flowers, the sun would have been an appropriate prop. but knowing his exact resting place, and fearing that I'd never know...cold air and skies that threatened rain were essential ingredients to my inner gloom. mirroring my regret. Sustaining my sorrow. Sostenuto. Expressivo. An elegy for the dead. |
Mozart's Sister (Ladies of History)
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It is a true thing everyone knows that-- I scratch out the words, dip my pen into the well of ink, and try again. it's not the first time I've scribbled and scratched, obliterating one word or phrase while searching for another. i long for the correct word, the indisputable one-and-only connection of words that will capture the essence of my intention. yet these unfound words tease me by hiding in the shadows of my mind, just out of reach, being naughty and bothersome and-- Aha! |
Just Jane (Ladies of History)
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Death mocked me. Daniel's booming voice was forever still. never again would I hear his explosive laughter, or his whispered, "I love you, Martha." I walked away from the grave of my husband. Seven short years was not enough. Yet it was not just his death that scorned me.... I was sick to death of death. |
Washington's Lady (Ladies of History)
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"I will die soon." My brother Edward leaned to an elbow on the company side of my bed. "oh posh, Ba. You've been dying for years and you are still with us." He was right. Although I had celebrated a childhood of good health, the journey thogh my teen years, my twenties, and now my thirties had been greatly spent in a position of recline. And decline. |
How Do I Love Thee? (Ladies of History)
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