Patricia Furstenberg, Writer of Historical Fiction, Children's Books
Travel via Stories
Some stories are not built all at once. They gather in fragments. A line that refuses to loosen its grip. An image formed at the edge of thought. A truth that waits until it’s the right time to be released.
In When Secrets Bloom these fragments came first. This series of book quotes gathers those glimpses.
Continue reading “Even truth becomes blind when it refuses to look – When Secrets Bloom”
Power rarely announces itself with noise. More often poser moves in silence: through lineage, allegiance, and the dangerous secrets of what must remain hidden. But history and human nature also suggest otherwise. I’ve been exploring a remarkable group of historical voices lately and discovered what lies beneath quiet surfaces. Is it blood that defines us… or the secrets kept to protect it?
Anna Belfrage contributes a powerful story to our historical fiction anthology Courage: Tales of History, Mystery and Hope.
Continue reading “Their Castilian Orphan by Anna Belfrage: Keeping Secrets”
Today we celebrate the Orthodox Easter. I was reminded of these simple words: “Are not two sparrow sold for a small coin? Yet not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father.“(the Gospel of Matthew 10:29) – the sparrow does nor fall into emptiness, but within a world still held by God.
Continue reading “Are Not Two Sparrows… on Easter Day”
History does not crown its queens gently. It tempers them: through loss, through expectation, through demands of survival. But history and human nature also suggest otherwise… I’ve been exploring a remarkable group of historical voices lately and discovered what lies beneath quiet appearances. Is resilience something we possess… or something we are forced to become?
Daisy Chain, a short story by Annie Whitehead, appears in our historical fiction anthology Courage: Tales of History, Mystery and Hope.
Continue reading “To Be A Queen by Annie Whitehead: Forged in Duty”
There are stories that refuse to stay in one place. They move through empires and forests, from the hills of Rome to the endless grasslands of the steppe, carried not in stone, but in memory and blood. Again and again, across distant peoples, the same figure appears: not crowned, not tamed, but wild: the wolf.
From the White Wolf and the Lupercal cave in Rome, to the wolfish-blood origin of the Mongols, the She-Wolf Asena ancestry of the Turks and, of course, to the fearless Zalmoxis and the Great White Wolf of the Dacians let’s follow the wolf.
Continue reading “The White Wolf Ancestry of Romans, Genghis Khan, Turks, and Dacians”