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England, 1192: “I have sway,” Matthew told her quietly. “I may be able to fix this yet.” She blew out a breath. “With what men? And how long will it take? For Christ’s sake Matthew, if you leave me for months on end for some fool mission…” He didn’t address that, instead he turned the…
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Part Two Tangled Moon: The rats had gathered together and disappeared between two buildings, a black cloud of little bodies. Did rats do that? All she could do was to keep moving, no idea where she was going, just knowing that she needed to get away while she could. Catherine glanced back as she walked.…
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Part Seven England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “Am I wrong?” Matthew asked. “You’re fond of her. I gathered that much from your correspondence.” Why did he have to look so hopeful? If Matthew had any idea what his sister was doing to him he’d feel a lot different about the whole…
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Part One Tangled Moon: She followed the rats around to a back door leading to an alleyway. They ducked through a hole in the wall and disappeared on her. “Thanks guys,” she muttered. “Maybe dogs are better at this job.” She reached for the door, figuring it would be locked. It just couldn’t be that…
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Tangled Moon: She pulled on the ropes around her wrists for a time, but she wasn’t getting anywhere with them. Her wrists stung. She couldn’t see back there but she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were bleeding by now. Catherine heard something outside. A woman screamed. Shadows flashed past the windows and people were…
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Part Five England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) “I earned my knight’s spurs when I was seven and ten.” “Not six and ten? How careless of you.” She bit the end of her tongue, reminding herself to be more respectful. “My father refused. He said I was too young.” If he’d been…
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England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) Alana knew that she should be damned for what she had done. She likely would yet. Fantasizing about one’s new sword master was no doubt a sin of the flesh. Especially when one was engaged to another man. She wasn’t precisely aware of what went on…
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Part Four England 1192: (The same fictional world as Enduringly Yours.) While hating that her horse had bitten him, any chance to be close to him felt like—she wasn’t sure what it felt like, come to think of it, but her skin was feeling very tight all over again, reminding her of a snake trying…
Darcy Branwyn 