Sister Rosa’s Rebellion by Carolyn Hughes, the Weight of Silence

There are places where silence does not mean absence, but command. Where words are measured, thoughts guarded, and obedience is not expected but sanctified. Yet history reminds us that even within the most rigid walls, the human spirit does not yield easily, as I discovered exploring a remarkable group of historical voices. So, when faith and conscience stand opposed, which one do we betray?

02/05/202626/04/2026

Ghost Encounters: The Lingering Spirits Of North Devon by Helen Hollick and Kathy Hollick

There are histories that are recorded and histories that are felt. Not in dates or documents, but in the way the air shifts, the sense of a presence, the inexplicable certainty that a place remembers more than it reveals. So, when we walk through a landscape shaped by centuries, are we ever truly alone?

30/04/202627/04/2026

I step where I am needed, even when the ground burns beneath me – When Secrets Bloom

“I step where I am needed… even when the ground burns beneath me.” I like this quote because it represents Kate Webber, the main character from When Secrets Bloom. Kate does not act because she believes she will win. She acts because not acting is unthinkable.

And her choice sets the course of everything that follows.

28/04/202626/04/2026

Hunting the Sun by Jean Gill – Beauty as Testimony

Power rarely announces itself. It shimmers inviting admiration while concealing the cost of its making – much like silk under candlelight. But history and human nature also suggest otherwise.

Ahead of an anticipated collaborative anthology, I’ve enjoyed new historical fiction authors and discovered what’s hidden beneath quiet surfaces. But when beauty is crafted under constraint, does it remain beauty… or does it become testimony?

25/04/202627/04/2026

Real Places in Historical Fiction: Brașov in When Secrets Bloom

Biserica Neagra Brasov si Piata Honterus in fictiune istorica

There are cities in Transylvania that do not simply sit on the map, they remember. They carry the sediment of centuries like bark around an old trunk. Brașov, know as Corona or Kronstadt in medieval times, is one of those places. In When Secrets Bloom Brașov does appear only as a backdrop. It breathes. It resists. It watches.

Because to write about a place is to write against forgetting.