#historical-fiction — Public Fediverse posts
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I should be putting the final touches on my master’s thesis and instead I’m *checks notes* sitting in a dive bar to play pool and brainstorm a new story about a psychologist who becomes a well known consultant for law enforcement *checks notes again* because he himself is a neurodivergent person with violent tendencies but his neurotypical brother is locked up in prison for being a serial killer. Also it’s set in the 1980s Midwest for some reason.
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Free Fiction Monday: Improvements
As a woman in the Middle Ages, Maude knows her place. But her husband’s early death means she must fulfill his duties until their son comes of age. When a woman appears on her doorstep bloodied and broken, Maude must decide how far she will go to protect her son’s estate. Will she follow the […]…
https://kriswrites.com/2026/05/18/free-fiction-monday-improvements/#freefiction #FreeFictionMondays #historicalfiction #Mysteries #crimefiction
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Emma Darwin's latest novel The #Bruegel Boy, published by Holland House Books is available now. Link below, in bio, or search emma darwin the bruegel boy
https://www.hhousebooks.com/books/the-bruegel-boy/
#historicalfiction #histfic #amreading #newbook #fiction #bruegeltheelder #bookstodon #books
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A lucky ‘metal detectorist’ found the Sheriff of Nottingham’s ring, valued at $11,000
https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.upworthy.com/sheriff-of-nottingham-gold-ring-ex1/
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The Room on Rue Amelie "Because they are ignorant. And cruelty is the weapon of the ignorant" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.5/5 (10,174 Reviews) #worldwarii #historicalfiction #paris #resistance #books #booksky #love #courage #ww2 #reading
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When We Meet Again "Sometimes, I realized, it’s only by going through the fire that you can come out the other side, reborn" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.5/5 (5,844 Reviews) #historicalfiction #wwii #love #family #forgiveness #books #booksky #womenfiction
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In 19th-century Dublin, a disillusioned doctor and a fallen woman cross paths, sparking a forbidden love that defies society's judgments.
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Escape to 19th-century Ireland with The Fitzgeralds of Dublin series, a sweeping family saga of forbidden love, betrayal, and secrets that shape generations.
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Orphan Train "I’ve come to think that’s what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on" Sale: $1.99 to $1.99 by Christina Baker Kline Rating: 4.4/5 (80,862 Reviews) #historicalfiction #friendship #books #booksky #orphantrain #womensfiction #mustread
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A DAZZLING, EXTRAORDINARY NOVEL: heartbreaking, witty, and thought-provoking look at sisterly love, being multiracial in 1980s Wyoming, pervasive 20th century misogyny, the generational weight of colonialism, and surviving childhood abuse. SOLID A
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The Island of Sea Women: A Novel "Jeju is her home, an island known for Three Abundances: wind, stones, and women" Sale: $18 to $2.99 by Lisa See Rating: 4.5/5 (24,517 Reviews) #historicalfiction #jeju #haenyeo #friendship #women #booksky #books #litfiction #asianliterature #mustread
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Context, Thought, and Learning: ShiraDest publications Offers Project Do Better @[email protected] ·Passing To Freedom, Chapter 39: The City
Chapter 39
“She went that way…”
I need a better hiding place.
I had eaten sparingly these past days. All three of us had, despite the lady of the house urging us to eat. We knew not how the fortunes of the journey ahead might treat us, and whether food would be easily had, after this resting place. I knew not even the name of this town. It was as if the townsmen were afraid to speak, lest a similar fate befall them.
I began to hear shouts in the direction that Anna had retreated.
I ducked lower.
Shrewsbury. The name of that town would forever be linked with blood. A town of double loss. We kept to the woods. Nowhere would we be safe, we had been told, until we got to the city of Philadelphia.
That great city, they told me, had once served as the capital of this nation, before the Federal City was built. Now, it seemed that this city, like Boston, was committed to the cause of the Abolition of the condition of servitude. In all of these United States.
We were told that here was a place where we would be sheltered, protected, and given aid and guidance to further our journey North up to Canada. I had tried to trust in what I was being told.
But, as it turned out, it was not true.
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Survival and choice shape every frontier story.
“Dark Prairie: Forged by Blood, Bound by Choice” follows a gripping journey of resilience and justice in post-Civil War America.
#HistoricalFiction #BlackHistory #WesternFiction
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The Forest of Vanishing Stars: A Novel "A young woman finds herself alone in 1941 after her kidnapper dies" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.6/5 (15,066 Reviews) #historicalfiction #worldwarii #books #booksky #survival #wwii #reading #novel #bookrecommendation
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The Winemaker's Wife "Was it possible that one sin could stain your soul forever?" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.6/5 (26,741 Reviews) #historicalfiction #wwii #france #champagne #romance #bookclub #booksky #books #drama #mustread
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Thanks Tanya!
First of December follows three people during the last week of November 1838, capturing an extraordinary time in the history of South Africa and colonialism, in this intensely human story.
More here: https://www.hhousebooks.com/books/first-of-december/
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The House of the Spirits: A Novel "It doesn’t help the poor. They don’t need charity; they need justice" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Isabel Allende Rating: 4.5/5 (9,929 Reviews) #literary #historicalfiction #magicalrealism #booksky #family #books #IsabelAllende #reading
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Quasit's Daily Book Recommendations: "Vika's Avenger" (2013) by Lawrence Watt-Evans
•A refreshing science fantasy/mystery set in a dazzling alien city!•
On an alien planet 12,000 years in the future, a young man named Tulzik Ambroz travels in pursuit of the man who murdered his sister. The trail leads him to Ragbaan City, a place unimaginably old and inhabited by all sorts of beings—including half-insane holograms and AI programs. Layer upon layer of ancient civilizations make up the city, which is more than half ruins.
["Friend, in Ragbaan a dozen lifetimes is nothing. Didn’t you hear me mention the High Piers?”
“I did,” Urushak acknowledged. “I don’t know what they are.”
“They’re piers,” Sart explained. “Docks. Wharves. Except instead of on the bay, they’re on the hillside above most of the city.”
Urushak looked puzzled. “What, for airships?”
Sart shook his head. “No, no. At least, not originally. They were built thousands of years ago, in the Warm Years, when the sea was a hundred yards deeper than it is now. And they’re still standing. Some of them even have buildings on them, mostly temples."]
The variety of ancient and alien technologies in Ragbaan City is enormous; much of it is forgotten or misunderstood, and the line between tech and magic is effectively unknown. At the same time the city is busy and bustling with life; many of the residents live by searching the ruins for valuable items of technology, or "tek".
Coming from a small village, Tulzik's quest is a difficult one. Finding one man among a city of a million or more people is daunting, to say the least. But like most of Watt-Evans' protagonists, Tulzik is bright and has a good measure of common sense. Seeking out advice and help is one of the first thing he does.
That's where the story become as much a detective story as science-fantasy. The murderer Tulzik seeks is no ordinary man, and his motivation for killing Tulzik's sister leads to still more mysteries—and more adventures.
It's a damned good story! And sadly, it never received the success it deserved. It's not available for loan via the Internet Archive at all; even BookWyrm.social didn't have a listing for it (I've corrected that omission). Physical and ebook versions are available from Barnes & Noble and Amazon 🤮. You can also order them directly from the publisher, Misenchanted Press. If you have a good library, they may be able to get you a copy via interlibrary loan.
Happy reading! 🤓📖
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Context, Thought, and Learning: ShiraDest publications Offers Project Do Better @[email protected] ·
Passing To Freedom, Chapter 36: Returns and Departures
Chapter 36
I nearly leapt out of my chair.
Anna!
How had Brutus gotten such an idea? Had he spoken with her, himself? And why mark the phrase Particular Friend, which was quite normal for a close friendship, but not normal, at all, on his lips.
It was Anna’s lips that I was thinking of, now. I put away the thought, and hoped I was not blushing. Both adults were watching me closely. My little Tilly seemed to have let the cat out of the bag with her impish grin. I tried to regain my composure:
“So, she does, does she?” I stuttered, finally choking out the question, “does she remember what happened at the tavern,” and then I understood.
“Wait, how did you-”
“She’s here.”
I blinked. Here? Had I had heard correctly? I sat forward on my chair, my arms out, elbows bent, as if holding a tray of biscuits, and dropping it. That couldn’t be right.
“She-”
I didn’t have time to get my question out before I heard:
“She’s here.”
This time Brutus had spoken. They both looked up at the stairs, and then back at me. Then, they both smiled.
While I was rising from my seat, little Tilly had already sprung out of her chair, raced up the stairs, and was presently stomping down a hallway. How did she know where to go? When could Anna have gotten here, and how had I not seen her?
“Just how long has she been here, and-”
“We do have more than one set of stairs, you know.”
Brutus was grinning like a man who’d escaped from the lunatic asylum. My questions were all swept aside by the voice of young Tilly reverberating off the walls:
“Annaaaaa!!”
Both parents and all of the children burst in to gales of laughter. Two of the children fell out of their chairs and rolled along the floor in gales of merriment as if they’d seen Saint Nick.
I looked up toward the source of that delighted cry, and heard two sets of footsteps above us. At last, I saw her.
“Anna.”
I ran up the stairs, just as little Tilly had done, no longer caring about the eyes that might be upon us. I flew into a waiting pair of arms.
Anna was back!
I could hardly believe my eyes. I sat her next to me, young Tilly sitting on her other side, both of us hugging her. Brutus cleared his throat, and his wife offered a hot plate of food for Anna. Neither Tilly nor I wanted to let her go, but we relented. We finished eating in the silence of angels. With her company, manna from heaven could not have tasted better.
Later, she told us of her travels from our tiny bush arbor, her contact with the Porter in a town which she would not name, but that seemed to be a bit north of this one, and of how she had heard of Smith’s setting the fire. That was how she had known to come here.
She had lain low, not daring to approach any of the people of this town until after Smith and his men had left. She agreed that his scouts, and other hired men, too, would be about, as spies. She had also heard news about that woman from the tavern.
“She does not own that tavern any more, if ever she did.”
Brutus had gotten word about the tavern, too.
“Oh?” Anna had raised an eyebrow at him, waiting to hear more.
“Seems she got bought out, lock, stock and barrel, by one of the Virginia senators, and that mangy cur Smith has been installed there, close by.”
While he sounded angry, somehow, Brutus did not sound very worried. I know I am. We did not have the luxury of resting very long. Anna seemed to be of the same mind, for she abruptly stood up:
“We must go, soon.”
“How soon,” I asked, fearing the worst.
“Tomorrow,” she said, “maybe even tonight, which would be better, in fact.”
I sighed. She must be right. Thinking over what provisions I had already managed to pack, I thought we could make do. I nodded. Tilly and I were both well fed, healthy, and prepared for the journey, even if we had not expected to leave quite so soon. I had hoped we could stay in this house this night. A bath before leaving would be welcome. I wondered how long it would be before any of us could next have a bath. Take care in making wishes, for they often come true.
We triple checked our saddlebags. Brutus lent young Tilly the smallest horse the family had, a small gelding that was good with the children. It was their favorite. When I tried to object to taking their favorite horse, Brutus reassured me that:
“We will look to get him back as a carriage horse, don’t you worry about it. The Porters along the way will return him after they introduce you to your next Conductor.”
Our journey was to be a simple one, with a porter in a town off the main road which Anna knew well, who would lead us to one of the Conductors in that town. It seemed that Brutus had anticipated this Departure, and sent word ahead. We would fall back upon our old ruse if need be, expecting it more likely to work this time, in no small part due to the number of well-wishers and even of white citizens who simply detested being manipulated by Southern slave holding interests. They would look the other way even if they did not really believe our ruse.
Buoyed by all of the support, planning, and good food we had shared, the three of us left the house after the children had scouted the area for about five miles around. They reported all quiet, then went to bed. Anna also made her own search of part of the route ahead.
We left, escorted by Brutus, who had also sent two porters to check road and paths, while he scouted through the woods as Anna was doing her search, and Tilly and I rechecked our saddlebags and our story. During those early morning hours as I looked back at the house for the last time, I prayed that these children might finish growing up in a world where the risks that their parents took was no longer necessary.
Anna had only told us that we were to cut across country so as to be as sure as we could to avoid the roads, and thus not making it easy for Smith to find us. If he obeyed, for a while at least, the Pennsylvania court’s order to remove his dogs, then it would be at least a week, she had estimated, in agreement with other estimates, including that of Brutus, before Smith could return to Shrewsbury to continue his search for us.
The most reliable information that we had put eyewitnesses watching the man and his cronies loading their dogs into wagons and following the road back down south, having been confirmed at several places in Maryland by the lookouts, who wired telegrams to one another for the express purpose of keeping as many eyes as possible on such a threat to the entire network in this part of the eastern seaboard. And to think that only a few short months ago, I had had no idea what the eastern seaboard might be. Now, I was traversing half of it, with two other intrepid souls who had become very dear to me.
“We are about half way there.” Anna allowed a short rest, but no fire. She had a short look around, and came back to tell us that all seemed well. I began to hope, when I was reminded, again, never count chickens before they are hatched. What had reminded me was the sound of a gunshot.
I saw, dimly as through a broken mirror, young Tilly’s gelding bolt. Anna ran to catch the reins as they passed her. Tilly was riding between us, with Anna in the lead, Old Mary and I bringing up the rear.
As Anna grabbed the bridle of young Tilly’s gelding, Old Mary stumbled, falling to the ground in a tangle of legs and saddlebags.
Old Mary had been shot.
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(New working title is Passing to Freedom: Willow and Weems …
a historical novel by D. Antonia Jones, aka Nia or Ni…)
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Writing a Dual Timeline Novel Across Continents
Author Laura Anthony explores writing a dual timeline novel across continents and time periods and what makes them tick.
The post Writing a Dual Timeline Novel Across Continents appeared first on Writer's Digest.
https://www.writersdigest.com/writing-a-dual-timeline-novel-across-continents#Genre #Historical #WriteBetterFiction #DualTimelines #historicalfiction
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The Room on Rue Amelie "Because they are ignorant. And cruelty is the weapon of the ignorant" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.5/5 (10,167 Reviews) #worldwarii #historicalfiction #paris #resistance #booksky #books #wwii #love #courage #mustread
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When We Meet Again "Sometimes, I realized, it’s only by going through the fire that you can come out the other side, reborn" Sale: $18.99 to $2.99 by Kristin Harmel Rating: 4.5/5 (5,832 Reviews) #historicalfiction #family #love #wwii #booksky #multigenerational #forgiveness #books #reading
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Quasit's Daily Book Recommendations: "Kim" (1901) by Rudyard Kipling
This is one of the most precious books I know. It's one of the rare books which brings tears to my eyes every time I finish it. In other words, it's one of the three books which are closest to my heart.
Kipling has a bad reputation as a colonialist author, these days. In fact he's been despised in some circles for many decades now. But "Kim" is the novel which shows that even a colonialist can be a human being with a very human love for the culture of the colonized.
"Kim" is the story of a boy in 1890s India: Kimball O'Hara, the orphaned son of an Irish soldier and an English nanny. Growing up as a native in the city of Lahore, no one except he knows that he's not a native—and he doesn't care about it himself. He lives for fun and excitement, known to the people of the city as "The Little Friend of All the World".
"He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher—the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammah, that 'fire-breathing dragon,' hold the Punjab, for the great green-bronze piece is always first of the conqueror’s loot."
Incidentally, Kipling himself grew up in Lahore. His father was the curator of the Wonder-House of Lahore, a museum. And Kipling included his father and the museum itself at the start of the novel.
Kim meets an ancient Tibetan lama who has left his monastery in the Himalayas to find a sacred river. The two become friends and travel together across India; the sheer richness of the many cultures that Kim experiences as he travels across India and up into the lower Himalayas with the lama is mind-blowing. Kipling paints the India of the time with such passionate depth of feeling that it serves as a character in itself. The variety of peoples and customs is simply amazing. Ever since I read this book I've wished I could travel to India in that time.
But "Kim" isn't just a travelogue. There's adventure, intrigue, espionage, humor, and one of the most perfect coming-of-age stories ever written. Kim is drawn into the "Great Game" of spying between the European powers, and is educated as an agent by masters of the craft.
What can I say? It's a deeply moving and beautiful book. And you can download it for free in all the major ebook formats from Standard Ebooks.
https://standardebooks.org/ebooks/rudyard-kipling/kim
I've often thought that "Kim" is proof that a book doesn't have to be science fiction or fantasy to be breathtakingly exotic and magical, while retaining a core of incredibly touching humanity.
Happy reading! 🤓📖
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