Novel & Cerita Historical Fiction England

I said with smile. "I heard about your ancestors, I had read the book about them". Honestly, I didn't dared to read the books about my family in the past generations. It's gonna be weird, what if she'll ask me about those books?. "Uhm, actually I didn't read any of those books" "Oh really? Why is that?" "I'm not fond of history, especially about British period". Actually I love reading historical books, I have to lie about it, so that she'll not ask me again about my ancestors.

She counted to ten, pinched herself, and then looked again. But when she'd done that, and hesitantly opened her eyes once one more, she found herself staring at her jewelled reflection in the window glass. Jewelled reflection? She gasped, for a glittering comb sparkled in her carefully golden curls. She didn't have a comb like that or long golden hair worn up in a style that reminded of ancient Rome, was dressed in a high-waisted emerald silk gown in a style that had been all the rage in the nineteenth century. English regency! Yes, that was it. Was she dreaming of one of the characters in the historical romance books she used to read?

His words echoed in my mind: "I can just manipulate those close to her." A chill ran down my spine, as I remembered how I'd met him in the first place. And what led to our enmity... . . . FLASHBACK 1816, England. It was a chilly winter throughout Europe and crops were quickly dying. And with them, the livestock followed, and soon... The people too. Diseases were rampant and the year was soon known as the "year without summer". I made my way through a town square in London, alongside Ravenna. I wore a black tuxedo suit with a black hat over my head, while Ravenna wore a Victorian black dress with white gloves, holding a matching black silk umbrella in her hands.

What were the actual consequences for a noblewoman’s actions, beyond the novel’s plot-driven punishments? Fenwick’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Ah! A commendable pursuit, my Lady. Clarity is often found in the wisdom of the past, especially after such a… jolt to the system.” He bustled towards a section of shelves. “Let me see… For the history of the kingdom, Bancroft’s ‘Annals of Aethelgard’ is comprehensive, though dense. For lineage and heraldry, ‘The Peerage of the Realm’ by Lord Ellsworth is indispensable. And for the laws…” He pulled down a thick, imposing volume bound in dark leather. “…the ‘Codex Justicus’. The definitive compilation, though it requires a patient mind.”

ABOUT THE BOOK A notorious pirate group became popular in their atrocity which they committed in the whole of western world in 16 century, with a grand mission to kidnap the only heir to the throne of England. This story will take us to the memory lane on what happened in the past, in Ireland and Britain, and on the life styles of the people at the time. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I am five-foot-four, which means I am taller than most women in this era. "He survived the journey here from across the water, he can survive the road, my lord," Sir Hubert responds. Across the water? I'm either in Normandy or England. Who is the current King of England? I took a semester of Medieval English History in school, and I enjoyed learning about the English Kings and Queens, including the interesting economic turns that happened during the period, like the Peasant Revolt. "Look at me, boy," the man on the horse commands. I do as he bids, and I still cannot get

I quickly gasped, and then replied, “No way!? You don't look a day over five hundred,” I replied with a grin. She chuckled and gently swatted my shoulder. “Aww, thank you. I do try my best,” she said with a giggle, then continued with her story. “Ahem. So, in 55bc, Emperor Julius Caesar invaded the south-east of England. He had taken two Roman legions along with him. He won a few battles against the Celtic tribes, but he then returned to France.”

’ Clare said, having no idea what was coming next. ‘As this is my first time in London I thought you might be able to arrange a few outings for me.’ ‘Of course. What sort of outings?’ ‘I’m just mad about history. It’s the one thing America doesn’t have.’ ‘History?’ ‘I don’t mean buildings or museums or anything like that. What I'd really like to do is meet some genuine relics.’ She laughed at her own joke. Laughter was not something that came easily to her and the sound she made was more like a horse braying. As Clare was still looking puzzled, she added, ‘You know, royalty. Like Lady Di.’

I went on a binge of drinking, drugs, women, and partying until one day the sun shone bright in the sky. I had woken up that morning to find myself in another town that I had no clue where I was and what I was doing. It was about the year 550 AD that I had seen her again. I was on my way to another war, now called the Gothic War. She was a woman in one of the towns that I passed through. As soon as I saw her I picked her up and I had her for another 100 years. I lost her again and quickly found her again after that in Britain. The cobblestone streets were busy with carriages, people, vendors, and children running all over the place. The Romans had just lost control over England and it was be

Her expression relaxes and she listens to me carefully. — You see, the Hundred Years War in France began in 1337 as a dispute over the inheritance of the French throne, interspersed with occasional periods of relative peace. Most of the fighting had taken place in France, and the English army's use of destructive scorched earth tactics had devastated the Gallic economy. France's population had not yet fully recovered from the ravages of the Black Death pandemic in the mid-14th century, and its traders were cut off from foreign markets. On the other hand, the English had almost achieved their goal of a dual monarchy under English control and the French army had not achieved any major victorie