On Friday, Bopress Miniature books asked if I was interested in writing a short-story about Gisborne for the studio to create and bind a special book. I needed no urging because last year the studio did a beautiful version of The Masked Ball around the time that we were actually holding a ‘virtual’ masked ball on the blog.
I could smell his hand and some pathetic part of my body reacted like a cat with a bowl of cream. But the direness of my stuation kicked the bowl to smithereens and as I struggled, squirming and pulling against him, I realized I could never call for help. To whom? De Courcey’s men? I tried to kick backward, wanting to hurt him…
The fourth instalment as part of Fanstravaganza.
The journey continued like a roll of ribbon unwinding and sometimes I despaired of ever seeing the end. There were other times when I never wanted the end to appear as it meant so many things that I couldn’t bear to countenance. The first time a familiar landmark appeared, my stomach jolted and I wondered if I should be sick. The instinct to turn and flee was a powerful one and had me almost undone. Would I have continued on without Guy’s protection? Somehow I doubted it. Is it Guy’s so called dependability that will make me feel secure? Or is it that my obligations are greater? Oh such good questions, such unanswerable questions.
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Please enjoy the following chapters as part of the FanstRAvaganza event. At the end of each chapter will be a list of blogs that you can visit for the occasion.
For the rest of the Gisborne story from the very beginning, go to the Page listed as Gisborne at the top of the blog and click and off you go!!!
You may have noticed that in the sidebar to this blog, there is an event approaching that celebrates the various talents and achievements of English actor Richard Armitage. In case you are new to the world, or have been firmly tied to Colin Firth’s rise to the ranks of the exalted (and justifiably so), Richard Armitage is tracking hard on that Oscar winner’s coattails. FanstRAvaganza is an eclectic collection of people across the globe who have been influenced by RA at some point in their lives. The following list is those blogs taking part with more to be added by 14th March.
Just a note to say that I #amwriting hard in order to place a chapter a day on Mesmered during the FanstRAvaganza. Because this demands a large wordcount, I’ve decided not to upload any chapters between now and the 14th of March. That’s only eleven days away so I do hope you’ll forgive me.
With that, he turned and walked away
'With that he turned and walked away...'
and the Sister’s hand pulled hard on my sleeve so that I had little choice but to follow. Any disquiet at Guy’s reticence would have to be shelved in the back of my mind as the door in the wall closed behind me. A dulcet quiet drifted over us – bees, birds, water trickling somewhere and silence. Whilst Guy had ensconced me in a number of religious houses, this one felt different. There were similarities to be sure, but the preciously small nature of this place made me feel as if Mary had taken me upon Her palm and lifted me to some place beyond strife. The thought I could become a religieuse floated through my mind once again.
I spent time huddled in a corner of the deck, a cloak wrapped round fending off the damp of the ocean. Guy took his share of the watch in the dark hours. Just he, Davey and a skeleton crew whilst the others yawned, snored and filled the spaces around me with their odour.
Cousins? He jests, surely. Whatever he had been going to answer, this was not what I had expected to hear. I thought of Vasey the first time I had met him in Le Mans.
'But he looks nothing like you...'
