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?

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?

21/04/202621/04/2026

Hell Hath No Fury: The Story of Marguerite of Anjou by Judith Arnopp

I’ve been exploring a remarkable group of historical voices lately – ahead of a new anthology – and discovered what lies beneath quiet surfaces. Power rarely arrives gently. More often it is forced into unwilling hands demanding a price long before it grants authority. But, when survival demands transformation, when does need become something else entirely?

18/04/202617/04/2026

Ascent: A story of danger, adversity, and love by Cathie Dunn

Empires are rarely born in triumph. More often empires rise from ruin — the smoke, broken walls, the lives abruptly unmade and forced into new shapes. 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. When the world is remade around us, do we shape it in return… or are we shaped beyond recognition?