The Last Rose of Summer: Part XIII (Final)

[whoreoftortuga]

XIII

She woke with the dawn and sat up, breathing heavily in the dim dusky blue light. This was not her bed, not her room, and who was that moving about in the shadows - what in Heaven?

Comments

[anonymous]

ah me... it's such a pleasure to read the work of a writer who has such a good ear and a good feel for Barbossa as he seems to be in the movies (yeah, his character is tough and hard and vicious, but anyone who'd take time to join in matrimony two of his sometime-rivals in the middle of a pitched battle--in an eldritch STORM, no less-- has got to have a huge sentimental streak).

I stumbled across The Briar and the Rose earlier today, and couldn't quit reading until I had found all the chapters and then, joy of joys, discovered your confection of a sequel.

Brava, love. Well done!

-Rebecca in western Washington state, USA