Thursday, July 28, 2022

10 Quotes from "Before The Blood: Bryony Marseilles"

When we were getting ready to release Bryony back in 2011, my daughter Sarah (who did a lot of the marketing for me) suggested I pull thirty teaser quotes from the book that she could post on Facebook, one each day.

We did the same for the second book, Visagewhich is also part of the BryonySeries.

But for some reason, I never did the same for another book.

So now I am catching up.

Here is the synopsis and chapter headings for the third installment of the BryonySeries prequel Before The Blood, followed by 10 quotes, one from each chapter.

"Before the Blood" is a five-novel prequel to the BryonySeries "drop of blood" trilogy. Told in multiple points of view with Faustian elements, "Before the Blood" centers on the lives of four key characters and the choices that ultimately lead to a tragic ending. In Book Three, read how little Bryony Marseilles, spoiled, sheltered, and sickly, uses her introversion and imagination to make sense of her Utopia.

And look - Blogger kept the book font intact!

Enjoy!

BRYONY MARSEILLES

CHAPTER 1: WORM IN THE APPLE

"It's far from ideal, especially in her condition," Algernon said as he and Galien spread out blankets in thick layers. "But it wouldn't do to have you at the parsonage, you understand."

Galien nodded and stacked the satchels against the wall on top of the first layer.

 

"Not that I have any objection," Algernon quickly added. "But my sister keeps house for me, and you know how women's tongues can wag."


To Adele's delight, Galien blushed again, quite deeply red this time

CHAPTER 2: THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH

On clear days, Galien ventured to the general store for Belinda Drake's coffee and news. On stormy days, he and Adele stayed close by the fire, reading, studying, journaling, drinking tea, and ignoring the desperate howls of starving wolves.

Yet at the end of the day, regardless of weather, Galien knew no finer recreation than lying across the sofa, no pillow more luxurious than Adele’s soft lap, and no angel’s hymn sweeter than Adele’s voice as she read aloud from Chaucer.

CHAPTER 3: BREATH OF LIFE

She was the lake, and the lake was she.

From deep beyond deep, it called to her from depths, and her chest rose and fell its answer. Sometimes its waves were gentle and easy; sometimes they were short and choppy; sometimes they were rapid, harsh, and heaving with spume.

CHAPTER 4: BABY STEPS.

They fled with little more than the clothes they were wearin', on a stolen wagon and stolen horses, sick horses that died where they fell.

So they'd walked the rest of the way. Wasn't the first time.

Mister Munson didn't want particulars. He jest stood there, grinnin' under his bushy mustache as he pushed back his cowboy hat and askin' the one question that made all the diff'rens: Are you willin' to work?

And Sebbie, drunker than a skunk on the Fourth of July with the last of their pilferin's, had hung his head, which made him look shorter than what he was, and said, "Yes."

Then Mister Munson slapped his back and said, "Welcome to Munsonville."

The look on Sebbie's face as he slowly looked up...it was the first and only time she'd seen tears in her husband's eyes.

It was also the first and only time anyone ever welcomed them. Mostly, people put boot toes up their asses.

CHAPTER 5: A MOST PERFECT PLACE TO LIVE

Dr. Stone snickered and shook his head in a pitying way, while tapping his ashes against the tray. "Come, come, Algernon. You speak of Man's nobility in the same breath as a cast-off rib."

"You can't deny some women complement their husbands in terms of intelligence, diligence, and temperance," Professor Clarke addressed the group, but his gaze rested on Dr. Stone. "Man's mission to the world is enhanced when the rib fits perfectly. Much like the glass slipper on Ashputtel, wouldn't you agree, Sebastian?"

"I wouldn't know anything about it," Mr. Betts said glumly, which caused all the men to laugh.

CHAPTER 6: THE MYSTERIOUS, MIRACULOUS MEDICAL BAG

"So Dr. Gothart," Dr. Sidney Stone said, and Bryony sat attention. "What's the latest from Europe?"

"The debunking of bloodletting for most conditions...finally."


A low rumbling of male voices responded and then silence. Bryony learned forward as much she dared.


"Come, come, Dr. Gothart," Dr. Stone said. "You don't propose to abandon clinical experience and empirical observation for the theories of pathology and physiology?"


"Microscopes and their specimens don't lie."


"Neither does clinical experience and empirical observation."

CHAPTER 7: DOUBLE VISION

Bryony grabbed a spoon and started on the bite-sized pieces of beef, drenched in a puddle of their blood. They were raw, messy, so unlike the white pureness of fish.

CHAPTER 8: THE DARK SIDE OF PROGRESS

"Miss Daisy, we had plenty of meat. Any critters sneaking into our basement and hoping to winter with us was skewered and roasted over the fire. That job fell to your Grandpa Clyde, because he kept losing at checkers."

Grandpa Clyde snickered and slid his hat over his face.

 

"Finally, the only item left in the cellar was a burlap sack."

 

"A body!" Daisy cried excitedly.

"Watermelon seeds!"

CHAPTER 9: THE DREADED CURSE BEGINS

Mrs. Parks gasped and dropped the plates, scattering food and fragments everywhere. Reverend dashed to the coat rack. Bryony flew after him and grabbed her cloak.

Reverend whirled around. "Daughter, what are you doing?"

"Going with you."

"Absolutely not!"

"Try and stop me, Father!"

To her amazement, Reverend sighed as he accepted his bag from Mrs. Parks, who had scuttled to his office to retrieve it.

"Very well, Bryony, but I'm warning you. A man's sick room is not a romantic place to be."

CHAPTER 10: CHILLED

Cyrus demanded an inn. Sebastian didn't object; no one did.

"I promised to make Munsonville grow," Sebastian said. "And I am."

"You are," Reverend agreed.

Damn him.




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