Love at Dawn

Love at Dawn

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Featured on @HistoricalFiction @NARomance 🥇2023 Rose Gold Awards 🥇Literary Book Awards Story of Edith&Andre: "O'Lady Liberty divine! For thee alone, my life I'd resign: I beseech all to carve thy name so fair, On my tombstone, for all to stare." "This is a love poem for me?" Edith couldn't help muttering resignedly. But what else could she do? Her lover was a stoic little leader! Every time she complained that he was always working tirelessly, Andre would smile and whisper in her ear, "Have you not heard? 'A revolutionary only finds rest in his grave'." It seemed like an ominous omen when he ultimately had neither a grave nor a tombstone. The only thing Andre left her was a small notebook with a red cover. The front page was inscribed with neatly written words: Love, Compassion, Liberty. The final pages remained blank, but at the very end was a small line of pencil writing, already smudged and faded. Each letter was bold and alive, revealing the profound happiness and fervor of the writer: "Liberty is the right to love and to be loved." Story of Fiona: Little Fiona always thought that she lived in a world entirely separated from those wealthy girls, until this barefooted waif became a little Marchioness overnight. She had two fathers, one grand and handsome like a god, the other short and frail like a reed. They believed in completely different philosophies - the latter left her mired in poverty and shame, while the former pulled her into a heaven full of dignity and glory. Fiona chose one and abandoned the other. She felt she lacked nothing: beauty, wealth, honour, and love. Until she met that angel in the scarlet dress again. A century later, the old soldier who ended Fiona's life recalled her in his memoir: "I felt that old lady was a blaze of fire. I aimed at her, shot, and she fell. But bullets could never snuff out flames." What romantic entanglements will fate weave for these noble souls?
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Ophelia

"I'd jump after you into the pit of fire if I had to, Ophelia. Don't question that, and don't you ever ask me not to." ________________ Lilia thought she knew loneliness. She thought she understood grief. Haunted by a painful past, she kept running-from city to city, never looking back. All she wanted was a place where no one knew her. Then Dominic Brooks walked into her life. Chaotic, intense, and impossible to ignore, he and his makeshift family threatened to shatter every wall she'd built. But what unsettles her most isn't Dominic's presence-it's the way he looks at her, like he already knows her. The way he calls her Ophelia, as if it means something. And the way, despite everything, he feels like home. _______________ "Ophelia." "Ophelia, please." Isn't it funny? How this nickname works so perfectly. The world pushed Ophelia to the edge of her sanity, throwing her into the inevitability of a tragic ending. Here I am, facing the same fate. But no writer will engrave my name in history. No painting will be named after me. I'm just another insignificant part of the big book of life. Just another iteration of Ophelia.

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