A surfeit of lovers! Reading and writing stories in two time periods…
When I was quite young I read a now slightly forgotten classic called “Green Darkness” by Anya Seaton and ever since then, I have had a real soft spot for novels which feature more than one time period. I have loved various others including “Possession” by A. S. Byatt and the novels of Lauren Willig and Kate Morton. I must confess that I am probably the only person left in the English speaking world (and beyond) who has not read “Outlander”, but I have it and have been looking forward to it for ages. Basically, there is something about a story crossing eras and stepping over the stones of time, that just pulls me in.
DARKNESS HAS FALLEN, AND SHE ALONE WILL SEE THE LIGHT.
With her mother’s life hanging in the balance, Scarlett is devastated – and done with being in the dark. She wants answers, all of them.
But when was her pursuit of the truth ever straightforward?
Pulling a single thread impels a great unravelling. And each revelation will force Scarlett to rethink what she thought she knew about the Ceruleans, the Fallen, her family – herself.
All that came before was a mere prelude to this, the last journey. From London to Twycombe to Hollythwaite to Cerulea, Scarlett will be stalked by the ghosts of what has been, what may have been and what may come to pass. Until she reaches the place where it all began, and it all must end.
But in the final reckoning, none will survive unscathed. And some will not survive at all.
In this explosive conclusion to The Ceruleans series, all must be defined by their actions: sinner, saint… or something more beautiful entirely?
First things first … Thank you, Pam, for participating in the blog tour for my Meryton Press novella.
Pam and I have something in common, it seems. She’s a moonlight reader; and I moonlight as a writer, burning the candle at both ends.
It seems fitting that our nocturnal pastimes of reading and writing correlate with my novella. A Little Whimsical in His Civilities spans one moonlit autumnal night at an assembly, ending in the wee hours of the morning.
Hannah Fielding is an incurable romantic. The seeds for her writing career were sown in early childhood, spent in Egypt, when she came to an agreement with her governess Zula: for each fairy story Zula told, Hannah would invent and relate one of her own. Years later – following a degree in French literature, several years of travelling in Europe, falling in love with an Englishman, the arrival of two beautiful children and a career in property development – Hannah decided after so many years of yearning to write that the time was now. Today, she lives the dream: writing full time at her homes in Kent, England, and the South of France, where she dreams up romances overlooking breath-taking views of the Mediterranean.