To recreate the era, I deliberately tried to avoid creating a thinly disguised bodice ripper where an “empowered” woman mouthed off to prospective suitors in jerkins and tights, in other words, a typical romance novel. ” “Isn’t it. She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. John, he was between me and the door. . Now then, missie—’ ‘Bon,’ said Melusine, interrupting him without ceremony, and paying no attention to the muskets that were pointing at her from two directions. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door.
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