Log In
Or create an account -> 
Imperial Library
  • Home
  • About
  • News
  • Upload
  • Forum
  • Help
  • Login/SignUp

Index
Published in 2014 by Karen AminadraCopyright © 2014 Karen AminadraFirst Edition Sign up for Karen Aminadra’s mailing list and get a free copy of her first novel With thanks to Susan Uttendorfsky of Adirondack Editing for being such a super-woman, as always. To E... PrologueChapter OneChapter TwoChapter ThreeChapter Four Lieutenant George Wickham shivered. He was freezing sitting on the damp grass, but that discomfort wa... Wickham was bored. He was bored with his life, bored with his northern regiment, bored with the restr... Wickham was glad to be out of the house and back on active duty at Scarborough Castle again. Lydia dr... It was at a quarter past one the following morning when Lydia let out an ear-piercing scream that was... Wickham leapt out of bed and fled the room and down the stairs only in his nightshirt. Lydia sat with her mouth open wide at the news her husband delivered to her that evening soon after h... Lydia was not entirely certain that she heard him correctly. “You are going to war?” The following morning, baby Georgie woke Lydia later than usual. She turned over and felt the bed bes... Wickham sat in the dark, cold parlour and stared at the dying embers in the grate. He could not sleep... Wickham retired early that night. He was tired—tired of arguing with Lydia, tired of her constant dem... The next morning was so vastly different from the previous day, when the sea mist had rolled very dee... Lydia and George Wickham overslept the next morning. It was their crying son who finally awoke them. ... Lydia closed her eyes and allowed the tears to fall unabated. He was not an ideal husband; she, Lydia... Lydia awoke groggy, in need of more sleep, but all aglow. She stretched lazily and slipped out of bed... “Lydia, do you forget I am off to war?” Turpin was the first to speak. “We march out on Monday,” he whispered. “This Monday?” “… zat you are—’ow you say—out of sorts, because you ’ave to fight Napoléon now? The next morning, Wickham arose and rushed off to the castle, knowing there was a lot to do that day.... The three newcomers aided Wickham and the other three to lower the crate carefully to the ground and ... The shower of rain turned into a downpour that pelted the carriage unceasingly. Lydia wondered when i... Wickham walked to the end of the deck and then back towards where the captain stood on the quarterdec... The following morning, Wickham stood on deck breathing in the fresh sea air not long after the sun ha... “Really?” Wickham watched with avid fascination as the seamen aboard the cargo ship worked as one man to steer ... As she laid her head back against the pillows and pulled the covers up to her chin, she inhaled the s... They sailed on through the night and Wickham, Poynter, and Turpin stayed below decks with their men. ... She had to get out of the nursery. She was desperate to get some fresh air. What she wanted more than... Colonel Sullivan and Captain Brook sent scouts out into the village. Much to everyone’s immediate and... When Wickham awoke some time later, it was to the aroma of cooking. He wiggled his nose and sniffed t... The moon was high in the sky when the tents were finally erected. There were many fires blazing aroun... Breakfast was an interminable affair, the next day, with Mr Bennet and Uncle Gardiner droning on abou... Try as she might, Lydia was not having much success in extolling the virtues of her husband. Most of ... she thought enthusiastically, The entire house was in a state of unrest for the remainder of the morning. Lydia had the distinct im... The afternoon was dreary and miserable, as far as Lydia was concerned. The sun was shining, it was a ... With the barricade erected and their work done, Wickham and his men headed back to the camp, but he c... Immediately, their suspicions were confirmed. “Look,” Turpin whispered and nodded to a man seated dir... Sir Percival Etherington fascinated Lydia. Everything about him captivated her, from his thick, wavy ... Wickham sat beside the fire with a blanket around his shoulders, sipping hot fresh coffee. “H…how did... Poynter snorted. “Yes, the man’s a bloody tyrant.” Slowly, Wickham nodded and conceded that was true.... Wickham slapped the fabric of the tent as he entered and hissed, “Will, wake up!” Poynter lay in a de... An opportunity arose for just that when the set called for a change of partners for a few minutes. Ki... Lydia went to bed that night with her head full of Sir Percival. Despite not having another opportuni... She hesitated, not knowing what more to say. Lydia sat in the drawing room that morning, sulking. She could not comprehend how her father could be... There was a strong breeze that night, which was propitious for Wickham as he ran along the lane, payi... Lydia escaped to the nursery and stood watching her son playing with the toy rabbit when Mr Bingley, ... Colonel Sullivan drew in a deep breath through his nose. “It seems pretty evident to me, sir.” Mr Darcy took pains to speak with Lydia that evening, much to her agitation. “Mrs Wickham, please for... “How can that be so when Lizzy appears to love him deeply? I am convinced she, of all people, would n... Wickham wanted to very much to reach out to Estelle and tell her how sorry he was. However, he knew h... Wickham found himself furious with his friend. “Damn it, Will. We will all die, anyway; the French ar... Elizabeth and Jane stopped visiting Longbourn and things grew dull—as far as Lydia was concerned. Fiv... “Look, Lydia! There he is!” The rain started again and the couple running through the forest were soaked to the skin. Four Years Voyages of Capt. George Roberts Sign up for Karen Aminadra’s mailing list and get a free copy of her first novel You can find out more about Karen Aminadra at
  • ← Prev
  • Back
  • Next →
  • ← Prev
  • Back
  • Next →

Chief Librarian: Las Zenow <zenow@riseup.net>
Fork the source code from gitlab.

This is a mirror of the Tor onion service:
http://kx5thpx2olielkihfyo4jgjqfb7zx7wxr3sd4xzt26ochei4m6f7tayd.onion