It was alum of course.
If The Greek with the Wooden Leg hadn’t been so forthcoming and Claes hadn’t felt tantalised and the Charetty house hadn’t begun to trade in the highly valued commodity, then life would have been different…
I have an exceptional guest blogger today. Former book critic, and now historical fiction writer, her books light a fire in one’s belly rather as Dorothy Dunnett did. She has a sharp wit which I rather like and we share a number of commonalities.
Whilst you all know me as Mesmered, for the night of the Ball you may call me Lucia Brabante and until today, I was excited to be attending. I was sure Ser Richard Armitage, an entrancing visitor to Veniche, would ask to escort me.
