October 25, 2019

Early the next morning, (Phoebe and her grandfather) made their way, arm in arm, across the tiered gardens, bright with late season mums and roses and flame-like celosia, and through the gate in the privet hedge that separated the formal gardens from the service ground...

July 1, 2019

Chapter One

Newport, Rhode Island

August 1898

A pair of footmen in livery lifted the wheelchair, one on either side, while two others opened the rear doors of the Bailey’s Beach clubhouse. The foursome exchanged not so much as the slightest glance, yet operated in perfect...

December 12, 2018

Cowes, Isle of Wight, April 1920 Phoebe Renshaw pressed a hand to her stomach in a futile attempt to ease the incessant gnawing inside.

November 22, 2015

“Henry, don’t you dare ignore me!” came a shout from behind the drawing room doors, a command nearly drowned out by staccato notes pounded on the grand piano.

“Henry!”

 

Stravinsky’s discordant Firebird broke off with a resounding crescendo. Voices replaced them, one male...

April 14, 2015

Newport, RI, June 29, 1896

I sat up in bed, my heart thumping in my throat, my ears pricked. I’d woken to high-pitched keening, an eerie, unearthly sound that gathered force in the very pit of my stomach. There had been no warning in last night’s starry skies and temper...

May 15, 2014

Consuelo came to a halt beside a rosebush. I stopped beside her and waited for her to speak. She remained silent, however, staring at the scarlet blossoms but not seeming to see them; her eyes held a faraway, pensive look.

 

“Is something wrong?” I asked her gently.

 

“It’...

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