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Genre: Historical Fiction
About A G MooreLocation: Thibodaux, Louisiana Age:19 Website: http://agmoore.livejournal.com Favorite novels: A Handful of Dust, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Les Miserables, I, Mona Lisa, I Am Madame X, The Longest Journey, Brideshead Revisited, the Da Vinci Code. Favorite writers: Publius Ovidius Naso, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Jeanne Kalogridis. Favorite music: Soundtracks, classical, classical crossovers, musical theatre. Can't go wrong with Josh Groban. Non-noveling interests: Traveling, reading, swinging. No, not that kind of swinging. Mine involves a swing. |
Joined: Oktober 2, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 40 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Brief Author Bio: Hullo! I'm Abby. I'm a nineteen year old college freshman (though maybe not for long), looking to make her stamp on the world. Not a necessarily big stamp - maybe just a wee one. A stamp nonetheless! I spend most of my time reading, writing, and making art. I love meeting new people, and I find it deceptively easy to make friends. It's my dream to live on a terraformed Mars. |
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Excerpt: Tragedy, 1912
In an attempt to make conversation, Grace glanced up the street by which they had come. “I am going to miss London terribly. Even if the weather does leave much to be desired.” This made Finley’s thin lips curl at one corner. “I shall have to visit, and frequently.”
“I wonder why,” Finley replied, his voice a whisper nearly lost in the sounds of the city around them.
“To see you, of course; to make sure that you are treating yourself well,” she smiled, reaching out and patting his hand with hers. “To come for walks in the park, also, since there is nothing like this in Maine. We do have the Atlantic at our back door, though, which is a sight.”
Finley took a shallow breath, twisting his hand beneath hers so that their palms were flat against each other. “If I were to tell you something, a secret that I have kept for the past week but can keep no longer, how would you react?”
Grace’s eyes fell to their hands, her cheeks flushing. “I would be flattered, of course, that you would think to tell me such a thing when it is a secret from others. And I would keep that secret for as long as necessary, as long as it is not a harmful one.”
“Oh, no, it is not harmful in any way. You also need not keep it a secret. I merely wanted you to be the first to know.” He slipped his handkerchief out of the pocket of his frock coat and coughed into it. Grace started to move forward, to make sure that he was alright, but he waved her off, shaking his head. “I am fine.” He cleared his throat before pocketing the white cloth and continuing. “I have bought a ticket for the ship. I am leaving with you on the tenth.”
This information caused Grace’s heart to nearly leap out of her chest. Though the organ remained within her, she was rendered breathless, her eyes wide and a disbelieving smile on her face. “You are quite serious, are you not?” When he nodded, she laughed a loud, bracing laugh. “What are you going to do in America?”
“I do not know, to be honest,” he said, grinning at her. “It was an impetuous decision, but I do not regret it nor will I ever.”
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