It's the New Year, I have many goals I wish to hit this year, one of which is finishing War of Hearts.
I am a bit behind, okay I'm a lot behind. But delving into the past can be tedious. It is a delectable mix of truth and fiction. You want to add enough history to teach but not enough to bore. So I throw in snippets here and there. Like weaving a fine tapestry.
So I am offering you a sneek peek. Here is Chapter 1 From War of Hearts. It still in draft mode but I love comments!
Please tell me what part of history you would love to live in.
Chapter 1
Bitterness of Winter
Blood spattered upon her face. Sarah ignored it as
she moved to put pressure on the gaping wound; she hoped to diminish the flow
in the process. As the doctor began to saw through the bone, a grating sound
filled the air. It was made more horrible by the shrieks of the man on the
table.
Her arms burned, as she used all her strength to
subdue him, so the doctor could work. Soon, the limb was free and the man
gasped for breath as the pain subsided. The doctor folded the flesh over the
gaping hole and Sarah carried the lifeless limb to the open window, and tossed
it outside to the growing pile.
Once upon a time, this would have disturbed her
greatly. However, being an Army nurse had hardened her heart to many things.
War was hell. And she was in the midst of it.
A hand touched her shoulder and she turned to look
into kind eyes. “Go rest
for a spell. You look exhausted.”
Her friend Margaret intoned. She glanced around the room at the others needing
treatment. There was no rest for them, as they waited for the blade.
Even though it had been months with no fighting,
the bitterness of winter was taking its toll. Due to lack of sufficient shelter
and clothing many men have been afflicted with frostbite. The blackened
appendages had to be removed to give them a chance at life.
The next soldier was in better shape and Sarah’s
thoughts wandered as she massaged his feet. Winter had always been her favorite
time of year. And living in New Jersey, they could be fierce. The crops had
been harvested, food had been stored, and there was not much to do once the
snow came. She recalled bundling up to care for the livestock, and admonishing
her mother for making her wear a scarf. The rough wool always itched her neck.
“Seems
to be a fair amount of sickness in camp.”
The man stated in a gruff voice as he looked around.
“No,
more than yesterday.”
Sarah replied, wondering if the man was ignorant or just making conversation.
“Would
you say about half?” He
inquired further.
Sarah’s hands stilled. She looked down at his feet
noticing not only were they not that damaged from the frost, but thick and
hardy as well. An uneasiness came over her, as her glance took in the man’s
gently worn clothing. It had been a while since she had seen a man who wasn’t
half naked, much less one that was fully clothed with boots and all.
“No,
I wouldn’t say half. Your feet are worse than I first thought; wait here while
I fetch the doctor.”
“No
need, I feel better already.”
The man sat up, reaching for his boots. Not taking time to put them on, he
grabbed them and ran for the door as Sarah shouted after him.
A scuffle ensued as an injured man blocked his
path, and he was soon wrestled to the ground. Ignoring her own safety, Sarah
knelt over him and searched his pockets. Finding nothing of value she grabbed
his boots, thrusting a hand deep inside she felt an edge of paper and pulled it
out. The man had ceased struggling, and silence filled the room as she unfolded
it. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as a crude sketch of Valley Forge
appeared.
A spy. The
map was plucked from her fingers as the man was dragged off to pay for his
sins.
Sarah sat in disbelief as a large hand touched her
shoulder. “Well done.”
She looked up at Dr. Radcliff. “What will become of him?”
“He
will be questioned, and punished, if found guilty. What gave him away?”
“He
wasn’t dressed in rags.”
Sarah mumbled looking around at the weary soldiers. She had agonized over her
brother Silas’ death for months. However, she was thankful he never had to
experience the torment of these men. Silas has been gone a year but right now,
it felt like fifty. Sarah had seen so much suffering, and It wore heavily on
her heart.
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I always wanted to live in the American wild west. I thought I would make a good gambler or something...I probably would have been a farmer though...grr. Good luck with your future novel
ReplyDeleteI am not sure but The Wild West might have been fun but I like living in present day and reading about the past
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Great excerpt! I would love to live in the Old South during plantation times. As long as I had air conditioning, lol!
ReplyDeleteI would Love to live in the Old South..Thanks for a Great Hop..Got to keep hopping!!
ReplyDeleteI would love to life about 30 years before the civil war in the old south. it was a time that will never be seen again
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Since I was a kid, I've wanted to live in the Wild West!
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Great excerpt... I knew growing up if i didn't become a history teacher i would be an accountant... Well I started college to be a history teach but life as a wife and mother to my wonderful marine became more important so this lady is almost achiving her bachelors in accounting lol...I love history live and breath it so if i ever had to live in a part of history i would say it would be the during the Renaissance (1400's-1500's) The art is just beautiful.
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I would love to be in the era of Michaelangelo and Leonardo Da Vinci!
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I think it would be interesting to visit the Regency period of England or back in the Wild West but I would not want to live then because I am too fond of air conditioning. Thanks for the giveaway!
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Hi! Happy New Year! Thank you for the awesome hop and giveaway! :) Great snippet. Id want to go back to the victorian days. Id love to go to one of those masked masquerade balls. :)
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Hi there, happy 2013 :) I always thought I'd like to live in Venice's hey-day. There was something so deliciously decadent about it ;) Bye, Celia.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would want to go back and live in any part of history. I like my hot and cold running water and IPad. Sorry to be a spoil sport.
ReplyDeleteI would love to live in the Wild Wild West. I don't need to fit into society code except to reinvent myself.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the Hop! I think I prefer living now and reading about the past!
ReplyDeleteDon't know,never really thought about it.I guess I would have to say in the old west.
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Sometime between 1890-1910...it's when so much of our currently technology was in its first forms...cars, flight, telephone etc.
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I've always loved the pride and Prejudice era!
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This is boring but I want to live in the here and now. It seems that women had to work harder in the past and die young and the future is unknown. Maybe I will create a fantacy world that is just perfect for me.
ReplyDeleteI'd love to have lived in the West and grown up on a ranch, where women were respected hard work in and out of the house. Not necessarily the Old West, but before ranches became corporations. Thank you for the blog hop!
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