Winter 1814 – Riding on a Wind of Screams

Billy’s face remained pale. “Captain Fury sails with the British,” he said. “The Mourning Dove trails their fleet. They may not know it but it, but he is there.”

Father refilled Billy’s beer. “We beat him once. We can beat him again.”

Billy looked at his feet. “We didn’t beat him, Red. We survived him. I’m an old man now. I’ve no wish to tempt fate twice.”

Winter 1813 – As If From Pandora’s Treasure Chest


We heard screaming in the library. It was the wail of a man who had lost all hope, even the hope of a swift end. Uncle Billy drew his sword. Uncle Boris laughed. “Steel is not the weapon we need now,” he said. “The prisoners of that box had no flesh to cut and no hearts to pierce.”

Spring 1812 – Mrs. Kindersley Has Guests for Tea


Mrs. Kindersley carefully refilled each cup upon the table. She smiled at me. “Miss Rose? Are you not tired of this place? Are you not weary of the heat and the wet and the smell? Would you not like to see better parts of this world?”

I politely sipped my tea. “I hope to visit more of the world, Ma’am, than I have as yet. I thank you for your offer but I am not ready to leave home just yet. And I am not willing to leave without my family and companions.” 

Mrs. Kindersley’s face hardened. “That is sad,” she hissed. 

Autumn 1810 – The Sea Gives Up Its Dead


We smelled the thing long before we saw it. It gave up a stench that burned the nose and churned the guts. How the gulls came near it I do not know. That they could eat of it suggested madness. That eating of it deranged them only confirmed it. 

Summer 1810 – Hunting the Blacktongue


Uncle Billy grimaced. “Cortez said the beast had a lair beneath that oak,” he said, pointing to the sunken tree. 

Father frowned. “Unless we are to wait for it to be hungry again, one of us will need to go down and poke it.”

Spring 1810 – Years Late for the Duel


“Where is Garenneir?” he rasped; his voice cracked and dry like old mud. “I will have my satisfaction. Where is the coward?”

“You’re too late, dead man,” said Billy, “Yellow jack took Garenneir a decade past.”