Felicité slid each painting into their protective paper casings, an arm extending to fetch the small ball of twine in order to tie a knot around each one to keep it from slipping back into the fine interior of the new house. Over the last month or two she had lost the monetary support of a patron, a ...

Felicité’s works on canvas were smaller than what she would have liked to create, small because they could be transported around the city with little work and so they could then be moved around the house as she worked on them. The quiver in the outlines were varied, as she had trained with the ...

Felicité had found happiness in Sila’s arms, laying her head against his broad chest as she did when they lay together naked and bare of all previous thought or complaint, the brunette burrowed her face directly into the musk of his shirt, her nose wrinkling as her hands cast themselves up and down ...

Evangeline Brewster had lived in the large mansion neighbouring the grand expanse of Highgate Cemetery for nigh-on ten years by the time Felicité came to occupy a set of rooms for herself, in that time her older sister had left London in order to tie up loose ends with both business and property ...