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I didn’t know where I would go or what I would do when I got there, but I would figure it out. I had time. I was going to start over. The port citadel became…
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A tear slipped down my dirty cheek, sweeping a clean path down my face. I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering how Jared’s kiss felt and wishing I could…
Becoming Sophia (97)
I marveled at the fickle nature of everyone around me; how few people I could trust and how I managed to be completely forgotten from the hearts and minds of…
Becoming Sophia (96)
I plunged myself into the crowd, blending in perfectly with the common folk. I pushed my way through, trying to put as much distance as I could between the…
Becoming Sophia (95)
I could feel Gerard’s hungry eyes on my backside, but there was nothing I could do about it and he was saving my life, so I suppose it was some kind of payment…
Becoming Sophia (94)
I hurriedly wrapped the shawl that Elsebeth has hidden in the wood beams around my shoulders as large boots trampled down the stairs above me. My neck burned…
Becoming Sophia (93)
“Silence!” the holy man cried. “This woman will meet her agony in Hell if God sees fit!” He began to read the proper words then, talking about my salvation and…
Becoming Sophia (92)
I stood under the noose, my hands clasped behind my back. I was a lady, so they hadn’t bothered to blind folded me. The crowd liked to see our tears. In that…
Becoming Sophia (91)
I was grateful for the dimness of the light that successfully hid my blush. I knew they were just trying to shut me up and it worked all too well for my taste…
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“I’m the one in the dungeon and you’re the one cosying up to Andrien, so who cares? Little Cinderetta is exactly where she belongs--with the rest of the refuse…
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“Marina! Marina wake up!” someone’s voice roused me from my almost-sleep. “Hmm?” I looked about, surprised to see a brightly burning candle flame nearby. I…
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The dungeon was terrifying and dark, dirty and repulsive, but even worse was the ever present stench of rotting corpses and vomit, or rat droppings and human…
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If you have ever seen the inside of a dungeon, my heart goes out to your poor soul. If you haven’t--consider yourself lucky. There was no light--not even the…
Becoming Sophia (86)
Elsebeth trembled. She looked at me with barely contained tears in her eyes. I swear I could see the apology there as she pointed her shaking index finger, not…
Becoming Sophia (85)
“Probably a turtledove,” the fake-me put in. By this time, even Andrien was looking convinced. “No! I’m no thief! I’m Marina!” Tears welled up in my eyes…
Becoming Sophia (85)
“My name is Marina Lennon,” she said. “I was born January 3rd, 1621. My father’s name was Pierre August Lennon. My mother was Sophia Caroline Lennon. My mother…
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She seemed to be dragging someone along behind her. “What is the meaning of this?!” The king demanded. Cristyne emerged, the turtledove just behind her wearing…
Becoming Sophia (83)
“Mademoiselle Marina Lennon.” There was a collective gasp and everyone began turning about to try and find “the girl.” “Umm,” Andrien flushed. “Mademoiselle…
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The room stood and, when the king gave a general acknowledgement with a slight incline of his head, all bowed or curtsied deeply. The announcer allowed us to…
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“Maybe I’ve changed,” I retorted smartly, but my smirk betrayed me. Andrien chuckled softly. “Oh, Marina, you haven’t changed in the slightest.” We laughed and…