John's uncanny cleverness and insight, and his red hair, cause his stepmother to fear him, thinking him a devilish daemon.
He sets off, much to his chagrin, to start his new life as page, squire, and then knight to his uncle-by-marriage. As often happens, he falls in love. But it is with his lord's daughter, no less.
John is sensitive, astute and fiery, and his conflicting loyalties and desires are what drive him onwards.
When he's faced with a choice between heeding his father’s decree for a simple life, and his oath to his brother on one hand, and the love of his life on the other, how will he choose? Simplicity or love, honour or happiness?
The book's cover is The Meeting at the Turret Stair, and there's a scene inspired by it in the book
The King in the book remains unnamed but he is inspired by Henry VI, and the events are inspired by the Wars of the Roses
The first scene I came up with was the seduction scene between John and Catherine in the barn.
I come up with story lines when characters start talking to each other in my head. I'm not crazy, I'm a writer.
Many plotlines and phrases in my books are inspired by the folk balladry of the British Isles. There are little balladic Easter eggs in the novel.
Sometimes I can't decide whose thoughts will be "heard" in a scene", so I give all of them .
Some scenes in the book are inspired by my experience with my youngest daughter as a wee baby.
I tend to make precocious, astute protagonists with high sensibilities because that's how I was as a child.
English is my second language. Hebrew is my first. I also speak Spanish, some French, Scots dialect , and can read and understand Middle English, and it can get confusing when I look for a specific word.
I write with a notepad and pen, because I'm the world's slowest typist.
The King in the book remains unnamed but he is inspired by Henry VI, and the events are inspired by the Wars of the Roses
The first scene I came up with was the seduction scene between John and Catherine in the barn.
I come up with story lines when characters start talking to each other in my head. I'm not crazy, I'm a writer.
Many plotlines and phrases in my books are inspired by the folk balladry of the British Isles. There are little balladic Easter eggs in the novel.
Sometimes I can't decide whose thoughts will be "heard" in a scene", so I give all of them .
Some scenes in the book are inspired by my experience with my youngest daughter as a wee baby.
I tend to make precocious, astute protagonists with high sensibilities because that's how I was as a child.
English is my second language. Hebrew is my first. I also speak Spanish, some French, Scots dialect , and can read and understand Middle English, and it can get confusing when I look for a specific word.
I write with a notepad and pen, because I'm the world's slowest typist.
Matilda was shivering. She was feeling cold one moment, and hot the next. Her covers were tightened and loosened about her. Her maid and housekeeper were desperate. She was lapsing in and out of consciousness. Salves were rubbed on her temple; hot and cold compresses laid on her brow, even doused in vinegar, or smeared with mustard.
But the lady would not come to. She lapsed in and out of delirium, crying for John, one moment meaning to call on her babe, and the next-her beloved Baron.
Her young babe was taken away, unbeknownst to her, to a wet nurse. Had the lady been sentient, it would have sent her into a fuming rage. She was a veritable zealot when it came to her wee darling. He was her one solace, and, she thought, her insurance against starvation and doom. Her John would not turn her out, and when her son was cared for as the bastard son of a baron, she too would be cared for. She was, in her ailment, beginning to doubt ever being married to Lord John, his promises to her notwithstanding. Or perhaps they would be wed and her son legitimised? She hardly deigned to hope.
But the lady would not come to. She lapsed in and out of delirium, crying for John, one moment meaning to call on her babe, and the next-her beloved Baron.
Her young babe was taken away, unbeknownst to her, to a wet nurse. Had the lady been sentient, it would have sent her into a fuming rage. She was a veritable zealot when it came to her wee darling. He was her one solace, and, she thought, her insurance against starvation and doom. Her John would not turn her out, and when her son was cared for as the bastard son of a baron, she too would be cared for. She was, in her ailment, beginning to doubt ever being married to Lord John, his promises to her notwithstanding. Or perhaps they would be wed and her son legitimised? She hardly deigned to hope.
In her novels, Emily Klein strives to delve into her characters' thoughts, feelings, and true psychological motives, based on their personalities, pasts, and the societies in which they operate. Finding motives and helping people as they strive to solve their life issues is no strange matter to Emily, who is also a trained social worker.
Emily Klein lives in Israel, with her husband, two young daughters, and her little dog named Tofu.
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ReplyDeleteThis sounds sweet
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you like it! Emily.
DeleteLooks cool. Did they copy a tapestry for the cover pic?
ReplyDeleteIt's based on a 19th century painting, from the prefaelite movement
DeleteI love the cover. It’s a work of art.
ReplyDeleteIt's a painting from the 19th century. Glad you like it! Emily.
DeleteThanks for hosting me and my wee book. Emily.
ReplyDeleteI like these stories where characters are inspired by historical figures like Henry VI
ReplyDeleteMe too. And I also love inventing stories about people who might have lived back then and making them realistic for their time period
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