The salon has a pleasant hum of conversation, a warm crackling fire and the soft clink of glasses on silver trays carried by efficient liveried footman. From one corner of the salon comes the clipped twang of the harpsichord. Rayya sits next to Bianca watching her small fingers and whispering encouragement. At one table Charlotte, … Continue reading Chapter Twenty Five-Thermal Pools at La Roche-Posay, by Corso
ChapterTwenty Four-No Choice but the Path Before, by Corso
‘Open the gate!’ The guards look down from the ramparts at the horse and rider and call down the order. The massive gate at Glenay groans under its weight and Lucien rides into the central courtyard. Yawning stable boys quickly appear stuffing their arms into the sleeves of their jackets. He slides from the saddle, … Continue reading ChapterTwenty Four-No Choice but the Path Before, by Corso
Twelve Years After 