Monday, 3 October 2016

The Dead London Chronicles

Over at The Dead London Chronicles, our free Gothic tale continues…

coverShe would not think of any of it, Mary told herself as she stalked through the gardens at the back of the house, tracks clear in the now-thick snow, not the state of her mistress, nor the ridiculous weather, and certainly not him, the man or whatever he was that owned this house and had left her feeling a fool. Let him roam hallways in his linens and climb trees and fall out of trees and kiss her and - no, his mischief had gone too far and she would not permit it again. He would be laughing at her with the likes of Sophia Brandenburg she was sure, the thought sending a jolt of embarrassment and annoyance through her.


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