Bonjour mes copains a Paris. The last 24 hours of travel have given me a few aches and pains, but also some moments to fill up my tank. I gave myself 6.5 hours to get through the legendarily awful customs lines at CDG Airport and get to Montparnasse to catch my train to Saumur. Who…
Virtual Book Tour of Woman on the Wall My virtual book tour takes me to France next week. And I’d love it if you join me. The 10-day tour includes readings and IRL locations from Woman on the Wall—an intricate look into the world of Marie and Aesmeh. I’ve got a midnight tour of Fontevraud…
In the quiet of the Grand-Moûtier at Abbaye Royale de Fontevraud, the wind carried on it the constant whisper of a thousand years. I sat, regretful in my exhale, as the Abbey slept. It is the silence when I am the most terrified and at peace. I lingered on the waxing moon, just three days short of full release, and shook. This place—this holy, sacred, venomous, cruel place—soothed me in the darkness, and I submit.
Midnight, at Fontevraud.
So, there I was with Aesmeh de la Rose showing me around Amboise, France. Now that she’d offered to introduce me to the crew, I had to forgive her for so unabashedly revealing her death to me without my consent. Apparently, when you are a novelist who’s come to tell their stories, those who’ve waited all of those centuries for you to get it together already know your storyline.