Devlin O’Neill, a man of impeccable taste and quite an eye for ‘o’s placed where ‘e’s should be has said very nice things about Miss Munroe over on his blite, for which he earns my eternal thanks! You should pop over there and say hello to him and pick up some of his works. There’s a rather large ‘Maid for All Seasons’ series that I’m currently working through and it has a little something for everybody. But more on that anon, when I have finished it and am able to sit in my armchair and make more qualified statements.
In the meantime, did you know that Miss Munroe has a prequel, a prequel which has been sitting around for well over a year doing very little but clutter up the furniture? Well it has. I’m not entirely sure what to do with it as it is only 7,000 words, which is just a short story. I think I had once intended to write several of those stories but I got distracted by shiny things.
Here’s a little snippet from Impudence Lost:
The youngest child of Lord Montery, Lisse Montery was undoubtedly the wild child of her family. Whilst her older sisters had married well, Lisse refused suitor after suitor. This concerned her father and threatened to break her mother’s heart. It was certainly not for lack of physical appeal that she was unable to find a good match, she was an attractive young lady with a full bosom and slim waist, and the mischief which always seemed to dance in her eyes was alluring to young men and old.
No, the reason for Lisse’s brush with spinsterhood is best described in the form of this tale. Our first meeting with Lisse was at a dinner party held by Lord Montery. Walker and I received the invitation unexpectedly one Thursday afternoon and having nothing else planned for the weekend, we arrived at his country home by carriage on Friday just before dark, as the dusk was beginning to gather. The old stone building was imposing against the moor sky, but lights shone merrily from the windows, cheering us both. It had been a long drive from London and Walker and I were quite famished.
We dismounted and made for the front door, but before we could so much as knock upon the great doors, one was flung open and Lisse Montery barreled out, straight into Walker with so much force that she knocked him off his feet entirely. Together they went to the ground in a tangle of long brown curls, flowing formal dress and coat and tails. (more…)
