Tagged: #HistoricalFiction

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The Serpent’s Daughter

Her feet stammered for a moment as she stood on the threshold of her mother’s hut. Binti had walked this ground many times, it’s soft well trodden earth known to her as well as...

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Jazz in the time of Blitzkrieg

Although the shrieking scream of the V2 rocket was receding, Billy was left trembling, in the drafty hollow apartment. He felt, more than heard, the low thud of the missile hitting the ground, if...

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Poems of Love and Death

Jean’s hand swept over the fluffy feather attached to his quill, candlelight glinting against its ivory tip, waiting to be grasped, to dance on the page once more. His other hand clutched an elaborately...