Innocence [Extract from The Lady Winters]

“Innocence has no place between people like us,” Yikes said, eyes fixed on the glass in his hands instead of Sophia. With a flick of his wrist the whisky was at his lips and down his throat, the empty glass clinking against the desk as he set it down.

They were alone this time, no soldiers waiting in the shadows to snap her neck if a wrong move was made, no murder friends dragged across the floorboards as leverage, it made her wonder if Yikes was perhaps starting to trust her.

“People like is are never innocent,” he continued. “Fate knew us too well to ever let that be true.”

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Extract From Chapter Two of ‘The Lady Winters’

Gregory Yikes was dead.

Becket grinned as he watched the mummer run through the House of Lords, the Speaker scowling as the gossip jumped from one person to the next in the furious chatter of panicked, desperate men who saw their worlds titling dangerously towards something very dark.

“I see your father’s unimpressed with you again.” Henry Junt dropped down into the bench seat next to Becket and kicked his feet up onto the balcony railing. He’d changed little since Becket had last seen him, hair kept short in tight dark curls and bright green eyes that darted across faces too quickly.

“You stink of opium.” said Becket, pushing his hand into his trouser pocket to see if he still had his cigarettes.

“And you reek of gin.” Henry grinned, snapping up a cigarette when Becket held the tin out. “Did you spend the entire night in the South Banks?”

“Most of it.” Becket admitted. “It seems I made somewhat of a racket finding my way back into the house this morning.”

“Servants quarters?”

“Burst through the front door singing oh Nelly, Nelly or something like that. Like you said, father was not impressed.”

“I don’t suppose he ever is, do you have a match?”

Becket patted his pockets.

“No.” he said. “How about you?”

“Why would I ask for a match if I already had one?” Henry shook his head. “I suppose you can have this back.” He held the cigarette out for Becket to take.

Becket took it, pinning his own between his teeth as he stood up.

“Wait there would you?” Grabbing hold of the back of the bench Becket pulled himself onto the cushions and claimed across three rows to the back where the oil lamps were fixed onto the wall.

“There you go.” He landed heavily back in his seat, passing the now lit cigarette across as his father glared up from the floor below. “Who needs matches with modern technology.”

Henry chuckled.

“You’re father might just kill you for that.”

“I’ve done worse and I’m still here.” Becket shrugged. “Anyway, he’s more concerned with Gregory Yikes at the moment.”

November, Novels and Physio

I’m starting a month of routines.

I need to write at least 1600 words each day to finish Nanowrimo and complete my novel The Lady Winters, I need to complete a series of exercises each evening to increase the strength in my legs since currently there is none, and I really need to get back to learning French and Latin.

On the Physio side I at least know now why I get pain in my knees on a fairly regular basis. My knee cap is not sitting where it should be and the lack of muscle in my thighs isn’t helping matter. So it’s bum, tum and thigh work out for me on a daily basis. Fun, fun. (I am not a sport enthusiast. I like indoors. You don’t get rain.)

Anyway, on the writing front which is probably the bit you lot are interest in, it is November again which means Nanowrimo! Genuine whoo!

(I am a writing enthusiast. I blooming love it!)

As I have mentioned in a previous post, this year I’m going to try and write 50,000 fresh words for my novel The Lady Winters. Last year I got 17000 done for it and then lost momentum and the document was doomed to gather dust in the forgotten recesses of my laptop’s save folder.

But not more!

I’ve already beaten my target for today! Look:

carol-forresterThe question that now stands is will I get time to hit my target tomorrow. I’ve got to visit family, pick up my boyfriend and go to my cousin’s twenty-first.

I might just get started with tomorrow’s word-count today.