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Tipping The Velvet {one}
This is a novel I have just started, set in the Victorian Times. It was previously set in 1920 but it was far too hard for me to write as ...
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Tipping The Velvet {two}
This is a novel I have just started, set in the Victorian Times. It was previously set in 1920 but it was far too hard for me to write as ...
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Tipping The Velvet {three}
I've edited the last chapter; and Anne has declined the offer of money, instead of accepting it. Chapter 3 When they had left the stage, Mr Murdoch loosened his grip ...
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Tipping The Velvet {four}
Eurchh, I know this chapter is probably a bit too soppy and lurv-filled for some of my faithful readers, but trust me, teen-romance is not going to be the objective ...
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Tipping The Velvet {five}
So, I've finally managed to work on characterisation. I haven't worked it into this chapter explicitly, because this is where something finally happens, so it would be silly to suddenly ...
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Tipping The Velvet {six}
Chapter 6 Anne did not desire the following day to start, but it began without her consent when the sun rose and dappled her linen curtain with apologetic rays. Wiping ...
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Tipping The Velvet {seven}
Written in a terrible rush, and it sure as heck shows. But I needed to churn something out, however crappy, to keep me sane. Chapter 7 It was with a ...
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Tipping The Velvet {eight}
Chapter 8 The memory of the journey to Beaufort Mansion was set deep in Anne’s marrow, such was the cruel penetration of the cold embedded in her skin. She waited ...
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Tipping The Velvet {nine}
Chapter 9 Anne’s crinoline skirts were completely spattered in blood. She was hunched over the deplorable figure of her mother, sprawled over the bed, sweat glistening on her forehead. Quickly, ...
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Tipping The Velvet {ten}
A bit of a short chapter, but I had to get something at as I left you all on that cliffhanger, and I've vowed to post one chapter each day ...
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Tipping The Velvet {twelve}
Chapter 12 Thick, foul-smelling smoke twisted frenetically out of the pristine black funnel, engulfing everything in a melancholy sheet of grey. Soft bright vapour came up against hard black ironwork,