#Otd 1612
One of the greatest duels in history is fought on the beach of Ganryū Island by Miyamoto Musashi and Sasaki Kojiro. Ultimately it will cost Kojiro his life, but both men went down in history as a fabulous swordsmen.
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#HistFicMay Day 12

Most of my writings are set in different times and places. My current WIP is set in Aldeburgh in #Suffolk , a location where part of my family has been rooted for centuries. Like me, Mariner (my MC) has strong links to the sea, but my sea was around #Orkney .

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I've created a setting for my Wynn Vale tales, a fictional county between Devon and Dorset. I wanted somewhere that felt familiar, but where I can put locations where I need them to be 😃

#HistFicMay - day 12 - The Son in Shadow is set in England (London, Yorkshire, and other locations) during the years 1568-1571. The 'other' locations are all places where Mary Queen of Scots was held captive, and she moved around a LOT.

#HistFicMay Day 12 What is your setting and why did you choose it? The novels are set in the early modern period generally because I am writing this series as an introductory course to early modern history wrapped up as a set of historical fiction novels.
I chose Louis XIV’s…

#HistFicMay Day 12: What's your setting and why did you choose it?
It’s based (mostly) on the UK – and I can only write about places I know, and because place/landscape is such an integral part of the story, my best writing is about places I love.

My setting: New York City from 1870-1875. To reflect Irish emigration after darkest years of the Famine and my own family's immigration. Early years of Gilded Age with post-Civil War wealth so MC begins as a maid.

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#HistFicMay
Day 11—Last sentence:
“You have killed someone.”

Day 12—What setting and why chosen?
The setting for almost all my #HistoricalFiction is the #17thCentury .
Why? It is the period I love. One of the most turbulent in European history, offering so much to write about.

#HistficMay Day 11: last words I've written. I'm still near the beginning of my WIP so:
'Montreal, it seemed to him, was as good a starting point as any.'

Today #HistFicMay it’s setting. My hero Ovid spends his exile years in Tomis on the Black Sea. Despite his constant complaints about the place and weather, nowadays it is Constanta, a holiday city with hotels lining the beaches. They still have a statue of him though!

Rafah is being decimated, there is nowhere else left to go. Israeli is now dropping white phosphorus on 1.7 million civilians trapped in tents in Rafah. A massacre is happening in Rafah right now and the world is silent.

#Otd 1497
Aggravated by his constant refusal to comply, Savonarola is excommunicated by Pope Alexander VI. This only causes a greater schism in Florence, as many people continue to be attracted to the simpler beliefs of the friar.
One day I'll actually finish my book about him!

meanwhile …

They tried to erase Palestine, but the world has become Palestine.

Thank you Norway. Don’t stop talking about Gaza.

I have loved today's #HistFicMay posts - thank you so much for sharing your fabulous words, Writers!

The last line I wrote was actually a song, so imagine this to music...
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@HistFicMay Day 11!

The last sentence I wrote: 'If he be a phantom, I can only pray he is the kind that does not fade at dawn.'

#HistficMay Day 12:

last words I wrote ...

Isobel's late husband had bought her jewels and fur. What could I offer her in comparison? 💎🦊🫤

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#CrimeFiction #Espionage #Tudor

Day 11 #HistFicMay : What is the last sentence you wrote?
Slightly cheating, because it's a few short sentences:
A wolf, huge, red-jawed, leapt. Its fangs closed on his neck. He struck it as it tore his throat out. It fell. It shrank. Not a wolf; a dog.

And today for #HistFicMay , here is the last sentence I wrote:
“Tell me a story that explains everything and supposes Cothelas was innocent.”

#HistFicMay - day 11 - I'm working through edits on The Son in Shadow, and this is where I've landed today:

I remained on the bench until dawn pinked the sky, wondering how I had turned something so promising into ash.

Obviously I'm not being nice to Will. At all.