Welcome to Week 43 with me!
Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find any sentence that grabs you.
*Post it.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
It's that simple.
The Queen's train looked like any other except for the rear coach, which was painted a glossy black and bore the Queen's coat of arms in gilt upon the doors, and the great-coated army of grave-faced coves patrolling the platform around it.
Rules:
*Grab a book, any book.
*Turn to page 56.
*Find any sentence that grabs you.
*Post it.
*Add your (url) post below in Linky. Add the post url, not your blog url.
It's that simple.
The Queen's train looked like any other except for the rear coach, which was painted a glossy black and bore the Queen's coat of arms in gilt upon the doors, and the great-coated army of grave-faced coves patrolling the platform around it.
Sounds very regal! I wonder where this train is headed towards.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great way to travel!
ReplyDeleteGreat imagery, love the cover too!
ReplyDeleteI would imagine the inside was not quite like other trains, her highness probably liked to travel with some ammenities.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful cover and very descriptive 56!
ReplyDeleteLuv that description. Can tell it's good Historical fiction. Just feel like you're somewhere else...
ReplyDeleteOh, the coach sounds gorgeous! And then, there are those guarding her, which puts everything into another perspective.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing!
Nice one... I love train rides, very relaxing!
ReplyDeletemmm, a historical one. love the cover.
ReplyDeleteInteresting. Sounds like the action is gearing up.
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend!
Hmm, wonder what's going on, why the Queen's train is featured.
ReplyDeleteJust got my copy in the mail yesterday...I can't wait to read it. I loved the first one! Now you've really got me wanting to read it.
ReplyDeleteThe cover alone would make me buy this book! Exquisite! Thanks Freda!
ReplyDeleteMy post - Deena Remiel - Trinity: A Brethern Novel
ReplyDeleteCrap! She's never had her eyes open before, either. What the hell was going on?
She sat next to her jerking body and waved a hand in front of her face. Hannah looked at and then past her, as though there really was someone else in the room - someone seated right next to her.
Crap, crap, crap! As she turned to look beside her, she saw a hint of a shadow, but then figured it to be her own. Get a hold of yourself.
"Honey, wake up. It's only a dream. You're okay, You're safe."
Hannah looked back again at her, and foretold in a chilling tone, "I'll never be safe, Mama. Not anymore."