2016! It was quite the year. And it made for some intense discussions. There were a few ways one could escape the angst-inducing news. You could go on a vacation to the Amazon or other exotic locales where there are no radios, newspapers, or internet. You could train for marathons or take up mountain climbing. Or you could drink …
Howling winds buffeted Elizabeth Elliot’s window and shattered away the last vestiges of sleep. She pressed her head into the pillow and stared up into the bed curtains. Had last night actually happened? Yes it had. Colonel Fitzwilliam, second son of the Earl of Matlock had sat with her half the night. Perhaps he was …
Peek into Longbourn:Dragon Entail, Book 2 in Jane Austen’s Dragons, with a most unusual Christmas dinner at Longbourn. Let me know what you think below–comments inspire me to write faster! I can’t promise a publication date yet, but I’m looking at the end of first quarter 2017. Keeping fingers crossed! If you missed the start of …
Elizabeth pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. No one would have the satisfaction of seeing her walk with anything less than perfect dignity. Still, it was humiliating that the highest ranking woman, the baronet’s daughter, should have to follow the married women out of the room. Mrs. Knightley seemed artless enough, not up …
Merry Christmas, everybody! Jack Caldwell here. It will surprise those of you not from the Bayou State that it can get cold in Louisiana. Not that nine-below-zero-fifteen-below-wind chill cold that hits the Great Plains and Upper Midwest with some frequency. No; what we get is that thirty-eight-with-wind-and-rain that feels like it’s below zero. The cold …
Elizabeth Elliot’s maid secured a final curl with a pin and tucked a bit of ribbon into her coiffure. “Is this what you wanted?” Elizabeth examined her profile in the mirror and patted her hair. “Yes, yes, that is very good.” “Will there be anything else, madam? Your wool shawl perhaps?” She tucked the shawl …
Elizabeth Elliot snuck a glance at her father. His forehead was creased and his lips pressed into a very distinct expression that only meant one thing: disgust. Proximity to the old and infirm brought it out and he no longer bothered to hide it. He used to, before they took residence in Bath. But there …
Colonel Richard Fitzwilliam pulled the scarf a little tighter around his neck as howling winds battered the coach. What madness had seized the weather? Snow was unusual enough, but a storm such as this? Who would have expected it? Certainly not his cousin Darcy. Careful and meticulous as he was, he would never have set …
The Netherfield ball–how romantic! But perhaps not for everyone, especially Charlotte Lucas… November 26, 1811 The night of the Netherfield Ball, Mama pulled Charlotte aside. “Your gown looks very well indeed.” “I am glad you are pleased, Mama.” “It is a shame we must give up hopes of Mr. Bingley, but his preference for Jane …
When I think Netherfield, I immediately think, balls! And dancing! (Obviously, I’m not the only one.) One of my favourite things about Austen stories are the balls, especially seeing them played out on the movie screen. There’s not a Pride & Prejudice lover out there who can’t picture Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy verbally sparring while dancing …
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