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When I decided to research 1915, I assumed everything would be the same only earlier versions. I found out if something has been invented doesn’t mean it is in common use.
Strange Things I Didn’t Know About 1915
1. Electricity wasn’t a given in homes. Most people in rural areas didn’t have electricity.
2. Even though automobiles were in existence, few people owned one.
3. Printed fabric was an extreme luxury. Most people would embroider designs on the dresses. Stripes could be woven into material, but it would be a long process.
4. Women conspired to marry well since being a wife and mother was the general expectation.
5. Aluminum foil was brand new on the scene.
6. Most people didn’t have a phone, television, or radio in their homes.
7. Women who became pregnant outside of marriage often ended up in the nunnery.
8. During the war, women were allowed to work outside the home.
9. England voluntarily started its own rationing system, which meant people limited their consumption of meat, sugar, and gasoline to help the soldiers.
10. Early bombers carried the bomb in their laps and dropped it over the side of the aircraft when they reached their target.
Everything I take for granted was not there in 1915. Even the language was more formal than it is today. It’s harder to write about a time I’m unfamiliar with, but it’s important to be accurate. Research takes longer, which explains why it is quicker to write in the current time. Research also functions as a great learning experience.
For seventeen years, the convent walls kept Meara Cleary from the secret of her own parentage. A bearded stranger claims she’s his niece and promises to take her home. Before he can, a cataclysmic event thrusts her into a war-torn world.
Meara vows to journey to Ireland to find her uncle, unaware of how perilous a journey it will be. Her Druidic father guides her through dreams, explaining her magical heritage. Her dead parent can’t help her with the intricacies of village life, especially when she catches the eye of the very engaged Braeden.
A whirlwind composed of equal parts menace, romance, and revelation sweep Meara across the continent while gathering allies and enemies with equal speed. Her intent to return to her family turns into a fight to survive her own destiny.
Read an Excerpt:
Meara glanced back the way she had come realizing nothing looked familiar. How far had she’d wandered from the path. The rustle of movement and the snapping of nearby sticks sped up her heartbeat. A week ago, she’d panicked, sure, someone had followed her only to have a deer wander into the clearing, but this time two large shadows grew out of a nearby underbrush. People. She hadn’t expected this. Could they see her? One gestured in her direction and said something in a guttural language she couldn’t comprehend. The other answered in the same tongue. By the time, it took her to realize the men were after her, one had slipped behind her and grabbed her arm, pinning it painfully behind her back.
He spoke, as his companion reached out for her hair. “Kriegsbeute“
Meara twisted, knowing at an instinctual level she needed to get away from these strangers. The man holding her captive laughed, then muttered something before releasing her arm. She stumbled away recognizing an opportunity. A quick glance back showed the two of them being attacked by the bobbing lights. An occasional yelp assured her the attack was painful. They must be some type of glowing bees.
One hovered in front of her. Follow me. The musical voice sounded in her head. Besides the strangers behind her, there was no one else here. Certainly, no one with a voice as clear and bell-like that it reminded her of a raindrop or dew glistening on a flower. Somehow, this bobbing light placed the voice inside her own head. Her impulsive foray into the woods had landed her into a situation she didn‘t know how to handle. The shimmering light blinked, indicating a need to hurry.
About the Author:
Rayna Noire is an author and a historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that different from most people. They do go on the occasional adventures and magick happens.