31 May 2010

Disasters: The Plagues of Egypt

By Jean Adams

This is not meant to belittle anyone's religion, but is offered as a rational explanation of the plagues.

Have you ever wondered how true those 10 plagues of Egypt were? Here's a brief reminder.

God told Pharaoh to let the Israelites go or he would send them send them a plague. Pharaoh refused so:

Water to blood: Aaron laid his staff upon the waters of Egypt and they immediately became blood so no one could drink it.

Frogs: Still Pharaoh refused so God sent a plague of frogs.

Lice: Once again Aaron stretched out his staff, smote the dust and it became lice to annoy the Egyptians. The Egyptians in fact had an ongoing problem with lice.

Flies: Flies everywhere. Ick!

Livestock diseased: Every horse, ass, camel (in fact there were no camels in Egypt until the Persians invaded around 500BC, oxen and sheep caught some terrible disease.

Boils: Moses was then told to take ash and throw it heavenward. When it came down it would become boils on all the people and animals. Slow learner, this Pharaoh, whoever he is--Ramses we're told.

Thunder and hail: "Tomorrow about his time, I will cause it to rain." Once again Moses lifted his staff to the heavens and it started to hail fire, destroying Egypt's orchards and crops. Once again Pharaoh "hardened his heart."

Locusts: More bad news for poor old Pharaoh. Still he refused to "let the people go" so along came the locusts to eat the Egyptians out of house and home.

Darkness: Moses stretched his staff towards heaven and a thick darkness fell over the land.

Death of firstborn: And Moses said, "Thus saith the Lord, About midnight (not too sure this term was used back then) will I go out into the midst of Egypt and all the firstborn of Egypt shall die, (a retribution) from the first born of Pharaoh, to the firstborn of the maidservant, and the firstborn of beasts."

Some archaeologists have considered historical evidence of the Ten Plagues. An ancient water-trough bears hieroglyphic markings detailing a period of darkness. An Egyptian papyrus describes a series of calamities befalling Egypt, including a river turned to blood, and the land generally turned upside down. This, however, is usually thought to describe a general and long term ecological disaster lasting for decades, such as that which destroyed the Old Kingdom (long before Ramses was even a twinkle in his ancestors' eyes), the dates usually given for the Exodus, making them wrong by several hundred years.

Some science writers and Bible researchers have suggested that the plagues were passed-down accounts of ordinary natural disasters, and not supernatural miracles.

Plague 1: Water turned into blood and fish died. The redness in the Nile could have been pollution caused by volcanic activity, specifically that of Thera, now Santorini, Greece, which erupted around 1600BC. Ash from this eruption is found in the Nile region. The silt could make the Nile turn blood red.

Plague 2: Frogs. Any water blight that killed fish would also have caused frogs to leave the river and likely die.

Plagues 3 and 4: Biting insects and flies. The lack of frogs in the river would have led to massive insect populations, normally kept down by the frogs.

Plagues 5 and 6: Livestock disease and boils. There are biting flies in the region which transmit livestock diseases; a sudden increase in their number would spark epidemics.

Plague 7: Fiery hail. Volcanic activity not only brings with it ash, but also brimstone, and alters the weather system, sometimes producing hail. Hail could also have occurred as a completely independent natural weather event, with accompanying lightning as the "fire".

Plague 8: Locusts. Hail will destroy most crops, leaving several insects and other animals without a normal food supply. The remaining crops would become targeted heavily, and thus be destroyed by swarms of locusts. Swarms are not uncommon today. There was a plague of locusts in Egypt in 2004.

Plague 9: Darkness. There could be several causes for unusual darkness: a solar eclipse, a sandstorm, volcanic ash, or simply swarms of locusts large enough to block out the sun.

Plague 10: Death of the firstborn.

If the last plague indeed affected the firstborn, it could be due to food polluted during the time of darkness, either by locusts or other natural causes. When people emerged after the darkness, the firstborn would be given priority, as was usual at that time, and would be more likely to be affected by any toxin or disease carried by the food.

The documentary Exodus Decoded, by Jewish Canadian filmmaker Simcha Jacobovici, theorized that the selectiveness of the tenth plague was caused by a major eruption on Santorini, 650 miles to the northwest of Egypt. It is one of the largest on record, rivaling Tambora, which resulted in 1816's Year Without a Summer. It would have set off a chain of events resulting in the plagues, eventually killing the first born.

However, all estimates of the date of this eruption are hundreds of years before the Exodus is believed to have taken place; thus the eruption can only have caused some of the plagues if one or other of the dates is wrong, or if the plagues did not actually immediately precede the Exodus.

In his book The Plagues of Egypt: Archaeology, History, and Science Look at the Bible, Siro Igino Trevisanato explores the theory that the plagues were initially caused by the Santorini eruption. He considers a two-stage eruption over a time period of a little under two years. He places the first eruption in 1602BC, when volcanic ash tainted the Nile, causing the first plague and forming a catalyst for many of the subsequent plagues. In 1600BC, the plume of a Santorini eruption caused the ninth plague, the days of darkness. He also has a theory that the Egyptians (at that time under the occupation of the Hyksos), resorted to human sacrifice in an attempt to appease their gods. This human sacrifice became known as the tenth plague.

After the recent volcanic eruption in Iceland and its resulting widespread devastation, this explanation of the Egyptian plagues is more believable.

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30 May 2010

Guest Author: Isabelle Santiago

This week on Unusual Historicals we're featuring Isabelle Santiago, author of 1950s Old Hollywood and Film Noir-style romances. Here's the blurb from her debut novel, CINEMATIC ROYALTY.

Charles Witmore is used to celebrities. As owner of the grand Winmont Hotel in Los Angeles, he has seen them come and go more times than he can count. But the experience is altogether different when silver screen starlet Bridget Phillips walks into his life and crashes into his heart. He's absolutely starstruck. Her beauty is exactly as majestic as has been rumored, but he wonders about the many claims laid against the woman, who seems to be so shrouded in mystery.

Initially claimed by prejudice, he sees nothing more than the ice princess she presents, beautiful and stone cold. But, the more time she spends at his hotel, the more he begins to see there is more to her facade than meets the eye. Soon, she becomes the object of his affection, and in an amusing ploy, his two best friends, Betty and Eleanor, and his cute assistant Tessa, set up the matchmaking scheme of a lifetime.

But will Bridget's dark secret keep Charles from his happily ever after?
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With the wealth of Regency historical, gothic Victorian style romances, and other such time periods commonly used in the historical market, what inspired you to write about the 1950s?

Well, the story started when I went to visit an old friend in New York City and was able to stay in a remodeled Art Deco style hotel. The place oozed charm, elegance, and grace, from its white marble floors to the intricate gold crown molded ceilings. Stepping through its doors was like going back in time and I often found myself daydreaming, imagining the important people who had walked its halls once upon a time. And the more I allowed myself to imagine it, the more real the vision became, until I could hear the twinkling keys of the grand piano on the roof conservatory, hear the thud of high heeled feet stomping across lush, carpeted floors, and imagine the big band playing as a group of well dressed men and beautiful women danced the night away in a smoke-filled lounge.

These images stayed with me long after I left the city. I'd always been a fan of the time period. I counted Casablanca, Sabrina, and An Affair to Remember as some of my favorite films. But I never set out to actually write a historical, wasn't sure I even wanted to, since I'm mostly a sci-fi/fantasy gal. Eventually, the story begged to be written, and how could I deny it? Sometimes you just have to go where the muse takes you.

You write the time period as though you lived it yourself. Did you find it difficult to research? What helped put you in the right frame of mind?

There is a surprisingly vast amount of information on the 50s, specifically in the areas of fashion, movies, music and automobiles- the staples of popular culture. It also helps that vintage items are so popular because it gives you a real portrait of the time.

The more specific items were a lot harder to find, like textures of fabrics used in most clothing or the price of cab fare! Things you don't realize you'll really need until you write the scene and are caught completely off guard.

Then there's always the option to interview people who actually lived it. That's the nice thing about writing 'contemporary historicals,' you have witnesses and you can get some really amazing first hand accounts.

As for frame of mind, there were lots and lots of movies and music. You'll notice many of the films of that time have a certain sound, flow, narration to them. I watched all my old favorites and introduced myself to lots of new ones. TCM and I became very close. I also spent time on Frank Sinatra Pandora radio. Lots of Doris Day, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald, and really moody big band stuff. It was so much fun to listen to.

While CINEMATIC ROYALTY was at its heart a poignant love story, you also made it a point to chronicle your heroine's life in the limelight and talk about the troubles of being in the public eye. What moved you to make that such an important part of her story?

I wanted to play with the notion of public perception and how many of us may not be quite what we portray to others, though in Bridget's case, that was on a much grander scale. We're so inundated with the paparazzi's obsession and opinion on celebrities. And it's changed so much over the decades. Hollywood felt much more glamorous in the 1950s. It was nothing like the press portrays it now, an endless listing of arrests, divorces, and stints in rehab. Men were gentlemen, women were ladies, and celebrities were revered. Like Grace Kelly for instance, whose life mimicked a fairy tale as she found and married her prince. Or Liz Taylor whose stunning good looks and many marriages made her Hollywood's bad girl.

It was all so much larger than life, and it made for great storytelling. Often, these actors' personas were just as much a role as the parts they played. I really wanted to explore what that would do to a person and to a blossoming romance, if one person in the relationship was always worried the other was in love with an image, and not who they really were inside.

CINEMATIC ROYALTY was joined by DARK HOLLYWOOD NIGHTS in the print edition. This story veered into more Katherine Hepburn-like antics, with your heroine, Alexi Grant, being both humorous and spunky.

It's funny you should say that, actually, because the single, largest influence in that story was the movie The Philadelphia Story. I loved the witty banter and the confusion which created classic comedy moments. I wasn't ready to let go of the characters in Cinematic Royalty, but I didn't feel like writing something as heavy or angst-ridden as Charles and Bridget's romance. So I settled for a new set of characters, with the old ones making some fun cameos.

I set it in the same hotel, The Winmont Los Angeles, owned by Charles, the hero from book one, and in that way kept the setting and world familiar to the reader. Then I threw in a murder mystery involving another starlet, keeping the glamorous Hollywood angle, but dealing with two very normal people, an aspiring businesswoman and a private eye. Lots of crazy side characters were born and fun hijinks ensued.

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Thanks for stopping by, Isabelle! Readers, would you like to sample a taste of 1950s romance glamor? Leave a comment or question for your chance to win a signed print copy of Isabelle's two-book collection, featuring both CINEMATIC ROYALTY and DARK HOLLYWOOD NIGHTS. Maybe answer of of these questions: Who's your favorite 1950s Hollywood star, and what movie from that era do you love the most? I'll draw a winner at random next Sunday. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!

28 May 2010

Weekly Announcements - 28 May 2010

The last of Zoe Archer's "The Blades of the Rose" covers has been revealed! Here's the blurb for STRANGER, due out from Kensington in December:
Gemma Murphy has a nose for a story--even if the boys in Chicago's newsrooms would rather focus on her chest. So when she runs into a handsome man of mystery discussing how to save the world from fancy-pants Brit conspirators, she's sensing a scoop. Especially when he mentions there's magic involved. Of course, getting him on the record would be easier if he hadn't caught her eavesdropping...

Catullus Graves knows what it's like to be shut out: his ancestors were slaves. And he's a genius inventor with appropriately eccentric habits, so even people who love him find him a little odd. But after meeting a certain red-headed scribbler, he's thinking of other types of science. Inconvenient, given that he needs to focus on preventing the end of the world as we know it. But with Gemma's insatiable curiosity sparking Catullus's inventive impulses, they might set off something explosive anyway....
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Margaret Mallory is thrilled to announce the release of KNIGHT OF PASSION, the third book in her medieval series, "All the King's Men." Available now, it recently received a 4 1/2 stars Top Pick from RT Book Reviews!

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Lisa Marie Wilkinson's debut novel FIRE AT MIDNIGHT won the IPPY (Independent Publishers Book Award) Gold Medal in the Romance Category. Congratulations!

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Jeannie Lin has received wonderful news as well! She just accepted a contract for two more Harlequin Historicals and two more shorts for Harlequin Historical Undone, all set in China. Look for Jeannie's Undone short story, "Warrior Bride," in September and her full-length debut, BUTTERFLY SWORDS, in October.

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Join us Sunday when Isabelle Santiago will be here to chat about her romantic murder mysteries set within the glamorous world of 1950s Hollywood. She'll also be giving away a copy of CINEMATIC ROYALTY to one lucky commenter! Be sure to join us then.

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We'll also draw the winner of Diane Whiteside's THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS guest appearance on Sunday. You still have time to leave a comment or question for your chance to win.

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Stay with us through the coming weeks when we'll be featuring the best unusual historical authors! Lindsay Townsend, Margaret Mallory, Carrie Lofty and Laura Navarre will be our guests. Join us!

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Have a good weekend! Remember, you don't have to be an Unusual Historicals contributor to submit good news to the weekend announcements. If it has to do with unusual historicals, we'd love to shout it out to the world! Send announcements to Carrie. See you next week...

27 May 2010

Excerpt Thursday: Isabelle Santiago

This week on Excerpt Thursday we're featuring Freya's Bower author Isabelle Santiago's lighthearted murder mystery, DARK HOLLYWOOD NIGHTS, set in 1950s Hollywood. Join us Sunday when Isabelle will be here to talk Hollywood gossip and give away a copy! Here's the blurb:

A hair's breath away...

Alexis Grant's only job is to keep the prestigious Winmont Hotel running smoothly while her cousin, Charles Witmore, enjoys his honeymoon. The only problem: things begin to fall apart the moment he leaves. The pompous Chase Branton, who's determined to get access to one of her off limits celebrity clients, doesn't help.

Can she keep it together long enough to earn a managerial position of her own, or will a high profile death cause all of her dreams to shatter?
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"I want a real man, Chase." She lifted a thin brow, her eyes glittering mischievously. They looked even brighter, glowing cerulean, if that was even possible. "A man who's going to treat me like a woman should be treated."

Brown eyes watched her, hungry. Chase tightened his grip even more. He suspected she'd have bruises on her pale, milky skin by the morning. He didn't care. She was throwing herself into the lion's pit, as though he could somehow save her. He was a private investigator, not a superhero.

"You're crazy," he whispered, not low enough to avoid being heard. She got the message loud and clear. He saw it in the way her lips twitched struggling to hide a smile. "If you think I'm going to let you leave me...." He finished, giving in, playing along with her dangerous game.

"The lady's decided." The goon stepped forward. His body, too tall and thick to avoid being awkward, waddled. Chase snickered. He looked like a penguin. "What's funny?" the man spat out, stopping short. He grimaced.

"Yea, what's funny?" Lexi egged on, ripping herself from his grasp. She tiptoed forward. Her hips swayed with each step, an exaggerated swish of her body from side to side. He had to hand it to her. Her undercover face was nearly flawless.

It didn't help that she'd developed a sudden sex appeal he hadn't seen in her before. Under the layers of composed, if not completely ungraceful exterior, was a woman begging to come out. "I've made my choice, Chase," she said, interrupting his thoughts, lifting her eyebrows as she turned beside the goon. Her hand drifted carefully behind the man beside her. Chase held his breath. Her long fingers were only inches away from the gun that hung on his holster. She was crazy.

Chase did the only thing he could. He stepped forward and swung.

His knuckles cracked as bone met bone. Lexi shrieked somewhere to his right. He didn't get time to react before large, heavy fists pummeled him. He fought against the idiot who held his arms behind him so that his penguin friend could swing his huge, gorilla hands at his face. Everything became a blur until the metallic click of a gun unlocked broke through the haze. Silence fell. Heavy, deafening silence against the panting breaths of three men frozen in place, staring.

She was quite a sight. Nearly five foot six judging by his own height, milky-white skin spilled over beautiful bone structure, limp obsidian hair and sapphire eyes. In all her femininity, there was something deadly about the way she held the gun in her hands. With authority. Like she'd held a gun before. Chase swallowed hard. God, he hoped she'd held a gun before.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," she said, her voice silky. "As flattered as I am by all the attention, what I'd really love is a booth right next to that man over there." She pointed inside. The two goons didn't move, didn't let him go, but their heads turned to follow her line of sight. Chase stared at her in disbelief. Their gazes met. She winked. The gangsters turned back toward her, and their hands slowly released him. "I'd also love your biggest bottle of wine. Today's been quite a doozy."

26 May 2010

Disasters: The Black Death

By Blythe Gifford

A family member, alive and normal in the morning, was dead by nightfall. Nearly one third of the population of Europe died in less than three years. And no one knew why, or how to stop it. That was the pandemic we now call the Black Death or the Black Plague. Europe just called it The Death, and it cleaved the 14th century, indeed, the whole medieval world, into Before and After.

Most of us learn that it was spread by fleas that rode on rats that lived on ships that carried the rats from Cathy to India to the shores of Italy. A map of the spread of the disease shows a relentless, unstoppable march: Constantinople (December, 1347), Paris (June, 1348), London (June 1349). Scotland thought it was immune to the "English disease," until it, too, was hit in 1350.

People died faster than they could be buried. Whole villages were wiped out. Conventional wisdom now is that The Death was a combination of several varieties of the plague: bubonic, pneumonic, and septicemic. (Some current writers have speculated it was caused by something similar to the Eboli virus.)

Primitive as medical knowledge was, they suspected "bad air," and indeed, pneumatic plague is airborne. Bubonic and septicemic plague were spread by the fleas too ubiquitous to be noteworthy.

Sometimes death came so swiftly there was barely time for symptoms. Those, the victims of septicemic plague, were the lucky ones. Pneumonic plague has more flu-like symptoms. For those stricken by bubonic plague, swelling lumps throughout the body turned black, split open, and disgorged putrid pus and blood. Black spots covered the body. The victim bled inside as well as out. Pain was constant. The only blessing was that death came in a week or less.

While some victims did recover, no one knew why some lived when most died. In a time when God was the answer to all questions, they wondered whether He had sent the pestilence as punishment for the world's evils. It seemed the end of the world had come.

Finally, the scourge waned. But the impact on the second half of the 14th century and beyond is nearly as interesting as the plague itself. Priests had died in great numbers, many as a result of tending their flock, thereby putting themselves in harm's way. There was no way to replace them with men of equal stature and education. The shortage of trained priests meant that less educated (and sometimes less godly) men were recruited.

(In HIS BORDER BRIDE, set half a dozen years after The Death hit Scotland, I have a brief reference to the wedding being delayed to find "a priest educated enough to perform the nuptial mass.")

In the aftermath, people lost faith in the Church and its priests, who had been neither been able to prevent or explain what had happened. People could find neither justice nor mercy in it. Good people died. Evil people lived. It was a blow from which the Church never fully recovered. The unwavering faith of the high middle ages eroded, arguably opening the way for the Renaissance and the Reformation.

The huge loss of population also created a labor shortage, and not just among the priesthood. The architects and skilled craftsman who designed and built the churches were lost. Serfs were also in short supply, which shook the foundations of the feudal system. For the first time, serfs were able to leave the land and they saw their standard of living improve. Wages and prices rose. Kings tried to introduce price controls, with the usual success, and raise taxes, with the usual popularity. The Peasant Revolt of 1381 was among the results.

Overall, nobles and the clergy were losers. Kings and peasants were winners. And the Danse Macabre, or the Dance of Death, lingered in the minds of all for generations.

25 May 2010

Disasters: The Year Maine Burned

By Jennifer Linforth

It was dubbed "the year Maine burned." It was also the end of an era.

The fire of 1947 that made headlines internationally was in Bar Harbor, Maine on Mount Desert Island, a vacation destination for the rich and famous of the day. "Rusticators," as the wealthy were called, came to Maine to escape New York City life and live in "cottages" (which were massive mansions on the rocky coast). They enjoyed hiking, picnics, horse and carriage rides, and the pristine trails of Acadia National Park.

Until fire changed it all...

On Friday October 17, 1947, Mrs. Gilbert called the fire department to report a plume of smoke coming from Dolliver's Dump--a fire was smoldering underground. To this day the cause is undetermined. From a plume of smoke came an inferno that burned half of the eastern side of Mount Desert Island.

The fire burned slowly at first until October 21 came with forceful winds that send that blaze out of control engulfing 2,000 acres. By the following day 2,300 acres burned and pushed the blaze to the center of town and Eden Street--known as "Millionaire's Row." Sixty-seven estates were destroyed and razed 170 homes and five hotels in the Bar Harbor area. It blessedly missed the business district

Bar Harbor residents fled for safety. The athletic field and pier were the only safe areas in town. All roads were blocked by flames. A mass exodus was organized by local fishermen from surrounding towns to ferry residents to the mainland. Four hundred were evacuated this way. Bulldozers cleared rubble off streets so a lineup of 700 cars could carry 2000 people across the only bridge to the mainland. Sparks and flames rained around the cars.

By the end of the day 11,000 more acres were burned.

The world famous Jackson Laboratory was destroyed before the fire blew itself out over the ocean. It was not until November 14 that the blaze was considered officially out. Over 17,000 acres burned, and over 10,000 of those acres were in Acadia National Park. Property damage was estimated at $23 million dollars.

Mount Desert Island is a popular tourist destination--but the scars of the fire are still seen. Once dotted by coniferous trees, the east side of the island is now primarily deciduous. Many of the oaks and birches are same size and shape having risen from the flame. Those magnificent "cottages"--mansions to the rich and famous--were never rebuilt. Many permanent residents, like the Phoenix, did rise from the flame and rebuild, but the fire marked the end of the days of the rusticator...

24 May 2010

DAMON'S PRICE Winner!

Sorry about the delay!!

We have a winner for Ali Katz's DAMON'S PRICE guest blog. A free copy goes to:

ALISON!

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Disasters: The Great Fire of London

By Lisa Marie Wilkinson

The Great Fire of London of 1666 was a disaster many historians view as equal parts blessing and curse. In 1666, a conflagration of epic proportion was waiting to happen in a city where fires were common, with major parts of the city already having been burned by six significant fires since the turn of the century.

The London of 1666 was an overcrowded city comprised of timber frame dwellings, some as many as four stories high, leaning out into narrow streets. Londoners used fire to cook their meals and heat their homes, and candles for lighting. Many industries at the time relied upon fire: soap making, dyeing, baking, breweries, tanners, and metal works.

On September 2, 1666, heat from the ovens at the baker's shop of Thomas Farriner--the King's baker--resulted in a fire in the shop. Sparks ignited the wood frame of Farriner's home on Pudding Lane, and quickly spread to nearby buildings. The origin of the fire was close to the river and near a number of warehouses and shops filled with combustible materials such as hemp, hay, oil, coal, timber, tallow, pitch and alcohol. Following a long, hot summer, the water level of the Thames was very low, and the wind quickly channeled the fire along the dockside wharves toward the city.

In the city, strong winds from the east and wooden homes held together by tar and pitch combined with the slow reaction of a populace used to the cry of "Fire!" gave the ensuing inferno such an advantage there would never be any hope of containing it. There was no organized fire brigade at the time. Each district was required to have ladders and buckets on hand, but in many cases the ladders had rotted and the buckets had been carried off and put to other uses.

"The churches, houses, and all on fire and flaming at once; and a horrid noise the flames made, and the cracking of houses at their ruins." ~ Samuel Pepys, diarist, (1633-1703)

By the following morning, the fire had consumed half of London Bridge, and only a fire-break remaining from a previous fire in 1633 prevented the fire from reaching Southwark on the other side of the river. Those fighting the fire began blowing up buildings with gunpowder before the fire could reach them in order to starve the fire into submission. The London population fled to the fields of Moorfields and Finsbury fields, where they gathered to watch the inferno from a safe distance.

Within four days, the Great Fire of London had managed to destroy 80% of the city, eventually burning itself out when it reached the old Roman city walls made of stone, where there was nothing left to feed it. An area of 373 acres had been destroyed within the city walls, and 63 acres were blackened outside the city walls. One sixth of the population of London (100,000 people) were left homeless after 13,200 dwellings were destroyed. Nearly 90 churches were destroyed, including the famous landmark St. Paul's Cathedral. Many people had hidden their belongings in the basement of the cathedral before the flames reached it in the belief that the cathedral would be spared by the fire.

The intensity of the inferno was so great by the time it reached St. Paul's Cathedral that the lead roof of the structure melted, and witnesses reported seeing lead flowing in the streets. The steel underpinnings of the wharves along the Thames melted in the heat, as did the chains of the city gates and the iron bars of Newgate gaol.

Rumors raged as to the cause of the fire with a pace equal to the speed with which it had consumed the city. Those of French or Dutch heritage were immediately suspect due to the recent wars with England. Others claimed the fire was a Catholic plot intended to punish a Protestant city. Innocent foreigners were attacked by angry mobs in the street who were convinced the fire had been a deliberate act of arson. Speculation led to widespread panic and the fear of a French invasion until King Charles II publicly addressed the crowd of refugees in order to assure them the fire had been the result of an accident.

Still, before a formal inquiry into the cause of the fire could be concluded, Frenchman Robert Hubert confessed under torture to the crime and was hanged in October of 1666, his confession signed by Thomas Farriner, in whose bake shop the fire had started.

Although there were only six confirmed deaths attributed to the Great Fire of London, modern historians and archaeologists speculate that the number might more accurately be in the thousands, due to the fact that many of those unaccounted for were the homeless poor. How many remain buried in cellars that were never excavated? The census taken in London in 1673 revealed that 3500 of the rebuilt houses remained unoccupied.

It can always be argued that many of those left homeless by the fire simply moved away and did not return, but when we draw upon a modern example of a tragedy such as the September 11, 2001 terrorist attack upon the World Trade Center in New York, only about half of the people lost in that tragedy were physically accounted for; the rest appear to have vanished without a trace. In 1666 London, England, the fate of a property owner would have been commented upon, however not necessarily so the fate of many landless, homeless poor.

The Great Fire of London was considered a blessing because London was eventually rebuilt according to its old street plan, but with many improvements. Houses were constructed in brick instead of wood. Architect Christopher Wren designed 51 new churches for the rebuilt city of London, and also designed a monument that now stands where the home of Thomas Farriner formerly stood.

Streets were widened, and pavements were added for the first time. New sewers were constructed, replacing the "Fleet" that had previously flowed into the Thames and was nothing more than an open sewer carrying disease and filth. The fire had burned away the slums, killing the bubonic-plague carrying rats that had previously infested the city after one third of the population of London had died from the plague in 1665. The city of London arose from the ashes a cleaner, healthier, more beautiful city.

23 May 2010

Guest Author: Diane Whiteside

This week here at Unusual Historicals we're happy to have Diane Whiteside back with us as she celebrates her May 25th Kensington Brava release, THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS, set in 1870s Arizona and Constantinople! Here Diane chats with fellow author Jean Marie Ward for us here at Unusual Historicals.

Portia Townsend once nursed an intense crush on her childhood playmate, Gareth Lowell, until he shattered her hopes of a future together and blindly treated her like a child. Nine years later, her vengeful ex-husband has blackmailed her into helping him overthrow the Turkish sultan. Alone and desperate, Portia must turn to the only man who can help, even if it means risking heartbreak once again.

Gareth learned all too young just how easily and brutally happiness could be destroyed. Portia is the last person he wants to see, but he can't refuse to help her, no matter how much that may cost him. And in the corrupt and deadly city of Constantinople, two damaged souls may find the ultimate treasure.
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Why 1885 Constantinople?

I spent a high school summer traipsing around Italy and Greece, including a bunch of islands this close to Turkey. My group was supposed to take a weekend excursion to Constantinople (now called Istanbul) but it was cancelled at the last minute. When my heroine needed to get into trouble someplace far from her rich--but clumsy--father, and wealthy but super-protective uncle, I immediately thought of Constantinople.

Thankfully for my story's plot, the British and Russian empires had nearly started a world war there. Only the Turkish sultan's uncharacteristic defiance of Britain stopped that catastrophe from happening. (Wow, did he pay for that insolence, too!) As soon as I learned that, I knew I had my external conflict--and my reason to send Portia and Gareth to Constantinople.

And give me an excuse to happily wallow in research...

How did you begin researching the time and place?

The first places I looked for information were my beloved Russian and British nineteenth histories of the era. That was a bad idea, since they were so Anglo-centric that I couldn't get any sense of what life in Constantinople was like.

Turkish histories tend to focus on the earlier, more glorious portions of Muslim rule under the Ottoman dynasty, such as the mighty warrior Suleiman the Magnificent who built many mosques and married the glamorous Roxellane. THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS is set during Ottoman Empire's final twilight when it's being carved up by European powers--and the latest, fanciest building in town is where European bankers gather the empire's taxes, to ensure the interest on the sultan's debts is paid before anything else. That's just not how you'd prefer to remember great men's legacy mouldering into dust.

The most useful Turkish histories for me were the ones about the founding of the modern Turkish state. In 1922, Mustafa Kemal (or Ataturk) led the formation of a modern, secular Turkey and threw out the European and Russian armies who'd occupied Turkey after World War I. From my narrow perspective as a novelist, he also changed Turkey's alphabet from an Arabic-based one to Latin and fulminated against decadent Constantinople. This resulted in its name getting changed to Istanbul and Turkey's capitol moving to Ankara, a small city located high in the central mountains.

Of course, the alphabet change meant that many common phrases are translated differently into English by scholars, depending on whether you're discussing nineteenth or twenty-first century Constantinople (or Istanbul). Research sources also vary, depending on if you're looking for Constantinople (or Istanbul).

Where did you find your best material?

Decadent Constantinople was fabulously attractive both to foreigners--and to today's Turks who are moving into the city. Old Ottoman houses and textiles bring big prices and people want to restore them. Destination weddings in Turkey are very popular, especially for the British. What better clothing to wear than traditional Ottoman garb in a traditional Ottoman ceremony?

Interior decorating books about Istanbul were endlessly useful, as were "off-the-beaten-path" DVDs. Destination wedding websites could be readily double-checked against cultural museums for information on clothing and textiles. The thriving Turkish fashion and food industries are very proud of their historical antecedents, which also provided information.

What was the inspiration for your characters?

Gareth Lowell was introduced in THE IRISH DEVIL, the first of my Devil books, and Portia Townsend arrived in THE RIVER DEVIL, the second book. They met--and Portia fell in love--during THE NORTHERN DEVIL, the fourth book. I'd promised my fans and myself that this book would be about them.

I've always enjoyed the British Navy's move from sail to the first, sleek dreadnoughts. My villain's love of them reflects mine--and my father's. This gave me an excuse for my villain's background in the Royal Navy.

What surprised you about the period?

Nineteenth century Constantinople respected its womenfolk; who'd have expected that, after multiple books set in nineteenth century Europe and America? The Muslims in Constantinople were monogamous and had been so for decades, if not centuries. Slavery had been unknown for years. Women spied on their menfolk, just as much as the men spied on each other. Okay, so everybody spied on each other, in a totally democratic fashion. Husband on wife and vice versa. Brother on sister, father and daughter, etc.

Women could even hold property and be robbed in court, just like a man. Romance novels were a thriving business, which hints at even broader intellectual independence.

What were the greatest challenges you faced in presenting the time and place to a 21st century audience?

Constantinople was incredibly cosmopolitan, with an immense variety of people and religions. Sixty percent of the population was non-Muslim. The sultan was also the caliph so he was the head of the Muslim religion everywhere, even outside the Ottoman Empire. Therefore, all the different Muslim sects could be seen in Constantinople visiting him. This undoubtedly led to some fascinating diplomatic tensions, especially since Muslims from what is now Iran and Iraq were not part of the Ottoman Empire--but were still remarkably respectful of the sultan's status as caliph.

The religious festivals were very heterogeneous, with some incorporating elements of ancient Greece and Rome.

Yet the sultan was extremely paranoid because he'd seen too many assassinations in his immediate family. Espionage was a booming business and nobody trusted anybody else because the sultan always rewarded spies, whether or not their information was correct. After all, it might be the next time, right?

I hope I correctly painted that incredibly colorful street scene, where everybody looked over their shoulder.

When did you know that you'd gotten it right?

Bindalli embroidery is a style of Ottoman embroidery, done in gold thread on a crimson velvet background to resemble a tree with a thousand branches. At a wedding, the "abducted" bride is first wrapped in a bindalli cloak to show her acceptance into her husband's family. Then she's dressed into bindalli clothing as the month-long celebration progresses. (Bindalli clothing is made in separate pieces, such as a caftan, so it can fit different figure types.)

Bindalli embroidery is very beautiful and very expensive, since it requires the finest workmanship and materials. Like most Ottoman embroideries, it's also highly valued for its lineage. Unfortunately, the art of making it faded during the twentieth century.

While researching Gareth and Portia's wedding, I wanted to know if Portia would need to wear a bindalli caftan or if I could get away with just the bindalli cloak. So I asked my Turkish-American friend, who's lived in the US since she was a child. She promptly told me this was nonsense, since everybody wore regular wedding dresses. (YouTube has many videos of Turkish brides in white wedding dresses.)

I took a deep breath and asked her to check with her mother. My friend grumbled but said she would.

She came back the next day, very excited. Her mother wanted to know how on earth I'd learned about bindalli? The old women of her generation are now busily teaching young women to do it for destination wedding costumes and the fashion industry. (The Turkish fashion industry is developing an intriguing sideline for the modern Muslim woman who wants to look stylish but still respectable and traditional.) My friend's mother was even more surprised that I knew the difference between bindalli cloaks and caftans, since the cloaks had to be fully embroidered which makes them much more expensive.

It was a wonderful ah ha! moment before I returned to more obsessive researching for my next novel, THE DEVIL IN HIS EYES.

Thanks for inviting me to chat at Unusual Historicals!

By day, Diane Whiteside builds and designs computer systems for the government. By night, she escapes into a world of alpha males and the unique women who turn their lives upside down. Noticing the lack of a husband to keep Diane in line, her German Shepherd stepped up to the plate and makes sure that Diane does everything The Right Way--which means lots of walks and dog treats. For more information about Diane plus her alpha males, unique women, and dogs, please visit her website.

Jean Marie Ward is the author of fiction, nonfiction and all points in-between. As editor of Crescent Blues, the multi-genre web 'zine, she helped provide some of the greatest interviews and reviews on the web from 1998-2005. Her latest short story is the contemporary romance "Hoodoo Cupid" from Red Rose Publishing and she's the co-author of FANTASY ART TEMPLATES. She can be found at her website.

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Thanks for stopping by, ladies! Readers, if you would like to be entered for a chance to win a signed copy of THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS, please lease a comment for question for Diane. I'm sure she'd love to fill you in on more marvelous details about her research and travels, and to hear your opinions about this unusual setting! I'll draw a winner at random next Sunday. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!

20 May 2010

Excerpt Thursday: Diane Whiteside

This week on Excerpt Thursday we're happy to have Diane Whiteside back with us as she celebrates her latest Kensington Brava release, THE DEVIL SHE KNOWS, set in 19th century Arizona and Constantinople! Join us Sunday when Diane will be here to answer questions and give away a signed copy. Here's the blurb:

Temptation this hot is worth the sin...

After avenging the murders of his family, Gareth Lowell headed west to put his demons to rest. Though several years have passed, he still carries the weight of his sins and doesn't believe he deserves to be loved--even by the beautiful Portia Townsend. He's known Portia since she was a young girl, and though she's blossomed into a voluptuous woman, he resists the deep longing she stirs in him.

When Portia realizes Gareth will never see her as anything more than the feisty, silly girl she once was, she decides to move on. Trouble is, Portia has once again gotten herself into a dangerous situation, and the only way out is to marry Gareth--if only temporarily. Turns out getting hitched was the easy part, while giving up a scorching passion is the last thing either are willing to admit...

Even a devil deserves the love of a good woman.
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The wind dived and tore Gareth's clothes, fast as a hawk striking at a dove. Sunshine might make the day warm and bright, but it also gave predators far too many advantages.

"It's a beautiful mosque," Portia commented.

"Even more so, on the inside," Gareth agreed absently.

Perhaps if he craned his head a little more, he might spot something which would reveal St. Arles' intentions, here at Constantinople's highest point. Or was he on a fool's errand, looking for clues amid the chaos of an old bazaar quarter?

"To have an ancient Greek church next to it, plus the ruins of another, is grand," Portia cooed in a splendid impersonation of sightseeing awe. "Where else could I see such wonders in one place?"

He grunted an acknowledgement, far more interested in that British warship. Had she moved out into the harbor a little more?

"And this Roman wall." Portia clucked her tongue. "Did it truly stop invaders for more than a thousand years?"

Gareth pulled his attention back from the distant Golden Horn's waters to his very close wife and the pile of rubble beside her.

Portia. His beautiful, courageous, stubborn friend, who insisted on calling him her husband. Even though she knew what he'd done in the past and that he planned to walk away from her in the future. Somebody to ride the river with, as his father would have said.

Portia, a woman he didn't deserve.

"Do you believe this wall could stop invaders again?" she asked, her cheeks nicely flushed by the wind.

If he bent his head a little more, he could pretend the single cypress tree concealed them from passersby and kiss her.

"Yes, it's Roman," he said softly, his lips very close to her ear.

Most importantly, he could pretend they had a future together.

"Yes, it did stand for more than a thousand years, including through multiple earthquakes."

Her lips trembled in a large, round O.

Movement beyond her shoulder caught his eye.

Gareth lifted his head--and reluctantly thanked God for the interruption. Kissing Portia rattled his wits far more than gunplay ever had and he couldn't afford to lose any edge now.

"But our Ottoman overlords let it fall into decline two centuries ago, Lady St. Arles," said a French accented voice. Familiar but not extremely so.

"In the same manner as they themselves forsook all manly pastimes and sank into the pits of degradation," growled another, far too well-known voice. The revolutionaries' leader at the palace, dammit.

19 May 2010

Disasters: Santorini

By Lindsay Townsend

In 1613 BC, give or take a couple of decades (scholars lock horns over the dates), the circular Aegean island of Thera (now Santorini) was almost obliterated from the earth. With the force of many Krakatoas, the volcano which lay beneath it blew its top in an explosion which threw most of the island into the sky and scattered it over and beyond the sea. The lava thrown out of the volcano with such force fell back already aerated, as a thick layer of light pumice which lies over the remains of the island to this day and can be seen in the curved cliffs like a thick pastry crust on a pie bitten by a giant. The town of Aktoriri, once a Minoan settlement, lies excavated from the ash, a Theran Pompeii.

Santorini from space, showing the centre of the island blown away by the eruptionThe collapse of the sea floor beneath Thera produced a tsunami that swept across the Aegean. The north coast of Crete was devastated, with coastal towns like Palaikastro completely inundated, the palace at Amnisos damaged and pumice falling on Mallia. Molten lava thrown out of the crater flowed out across the sea, cooled and sank, leaving over five hundred square miles of the sea floor around Santorini covered in a thick layer of volcanic rock.

A street in the Bronze Age town of AkrotiriThe Mediterranean is in constant geological turmoil. Think of Etna and Vesuvius, the earthquakes which are slowly unzipping the crust of northern Turkey towards Istanbul. There are seething thermal vents on the seafloor a few miles from Santorini now, and the Aegean itself will disappear one day, crushed between Africa and Europe in the relentless dance of tectonic plates. This was the largest volcanic eruption in human history until Tambora exploded in Indonesia in 1815, and its after-effects are still not yet understood.

The edge of the volcanic caldera, SantoriniAs for the date of 1613 BC: two olive branches, the remnants of a walled olive-grove alive on Thera when the eruption blasted away the land next to it, were found intact under the pumice by archaeologists and radiocarbon-dated. Olive trees are survivors.

Two of Lindsay Townsend's books, BRONZE LIGHTNING and BLUE GOLD, are set in the Bronze Age Mediterranean and ancient Egypt. Her latest medieval, A KNIGHT'S ENCHANTMENT, will be published in June.

Disasters: The Spanish Flu

By Delia DeLeest

In the fall of 1918, WWI was winding down and people thought it was all "over, over there," but a bigger, more deadly enemy, one that didn't use bombs or bullets was taking over the world. It was called The Spanish Flu and it knew no boundaries and didn't play by any rules.

The first wave of the outbreak happened in March of 1918 and a second, more deadly wave occurred in October of the same year. More American soldiers died of the influenza than were killed in action – one in fifteen of the American men stationed in Europe died of it, overall, ten times more Americans were killed by the flu than in the war. On a single day in October, the fifteenth, 1,500 Berliners died of the disease and in the month of October, London lost 2225 of its citizens to the same. This was more than all the deaths from four years of German bombing raids over Britain.

It wasn't just happening in Europe either. Nearly 2/3 of the Eskimos living on the coast of Labrador, 20% of the population of Kimberly, South Africa, and 90% of the population of Western Samoa all were lost to the plague. There's no exact number of the deaths caused by the flu, but it's estimated at somewhere between 20 and 50 million people worldwide.

Unlike many diseases, the Spanish flu preyed on the young and healthy; most of its victims were people aged 20-40. The virus affected a person's immune system, making it go into overdrive, thus, the healthier your immune system, the deadlier the virus. A person could be struck by the flu and within hours be dead.

You'd think from the name that this strain of the influenza originated in Spain, but in fact, it struck both the U.S and the rest of Europe before arriving in Spain. But because Spain's news wasn't censored, the papers were much more open and forthcoming about the effects and spreading of the disease, and when the Spanish king became gravely ill and was one of the world's first most prominent victims of the bug, thus receiving widespread news coverage, it was erroneously assumed that Spain was the birthplace of the pandemic. As a matter of fact, no one ever actually pinpointed the exact origin of the flu and there's been guesses as varied as China and Kansas.

Though the war didn't cause the flu, it certainly helped spread it. The back and forth travel of soldiers between countries and continents helped fling the germs worldwide in a much speedier fashion than it would have otherwise.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, it stopped. After killing 3-6% of the world's population in a matter of months, October being the deadliest, by the end of November, it had almost entirely disappeared. Though no one is sure why, it's suspected that the virus eventually mutated to a less lethal strain, which is common among flu viruses.

A child's jump rope jingle from the time sums up the suddenness of an influenza attack:
"I had a little bird
Its name was Enza
I opened the window
And In-flu-Enza."

18 May 2010

Disasters: 1929 Stock Market Crash

By Lorelie Brown

I think I must have been feeling particularly full of hubris when I volunteered to post on the stock market crash of 1929. Really. At this moment, I feel like I'm circling a rattlesnake and poking it with a stick. Please Mr. Snake, won't you hop in this neat little sack for me? And while you're at it, can we try and make this entertaining?

OK. Here we go, Cliffs Notes style.

The 1920s rocked. People were having a grand old time, business was booming. The common man felt like the sky-rocketing stock market was both accessible and understandable. If they didn't have enough ready cash to buy in, banks were handing out loans for goodness sake. I mean, if a bank's ready to hand out cash for a bloke to buy stock (called buying on margin), it must be safe, right? The banks themselves were even investing in the stock market. Economist Irving Fisher was quoted as saying, "Stock prices have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau." (For the record, the Dow Jones high of the period was the 3rd of September, at 381.17. The moment I'm writing this, the Dow Jones is 10,598.17.)

The beginning of the end came on October 24, 1929. There'd been plenty of fluctuations the weeks prior, and they were later attributed to a certain tariff bill's maneuvering through Congress. But on the 24th, later known as Black Thursday, stock trading went through the roof, four times the normal high. And it seemed like everyone was selling.

By one in the afternoon a contingent of bankers met to find a solution. We're talking the big-wigs here--representatives from both Morgan Bank and Chase Bank, among others. They decided to make a show of good faith by buying up huge blocks of US Steel and other "blue chip" stocks at above market prices. It had worked before, in 1907, and they had no reason to think it might not work again. And phew, it sure did seem like it worked. The market stabilized.

But it didn't last long.

Over the weekend, word got out about the huge slump. People got scared. Small banks got scared. By Tuesday the 29th, people were selling like mad. Over 16 million stocks were traded, almost all of them in a downward direction. Black Tuesday was even worse than Black Thursday. There's a myth that investors were jumping out of Wall Street windows to their deaths by the boatload, but it's not really true. There were suicides linked to the stock market crash, but not the way the urban legend would have it--not the way we as Americans wanted it to be, filled with immediate guilt and knocked low by their own hubris. But the bubble had officially burst, and that wasn't even all.

The market kept choking until 1932. When average Joes heard banks might be in trouble, there were bank runs where they demanded their money back. And not all the banks had it to give, causing further panic. The Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation was created as a direct result of all this. You know that little "FDIC Insured" notice at the bottom of your bank statements? Yup, that one. The one assuring you that even if the bank rolls over and dies, you'll still get your money back. Didn't exist then. The money was flat-out gone. Poof.

People have arm-chair-quarterbacked the 1929 market to death, saying that it should have been predictable. But...particularly considering the recession we're in now...I can't help but have sympathy.

17 May 2010

Disasters: Boston Molasses Disaster

By Zoe Archer

On an unseasonably warm January day in 1919, the North End of Boston suffered a terrible--and bizarre--disaster. A giant tank storing molasses exploded shortly before 1 p.m. on January 15, resulting in the deaths of twenty one people and injuring another 150.

How did this strange disaster come to be?

The tank itself was ninety feet in diameter, and had a capacity of 2.3 million gallons. The tank had been hastily constructed in 1915 by a division of the United States Industrial Alcohol Company, who planned to use the molasses in the manufacture of rum. Arthur Jell, the man in charge of the tank's construction, had no technical background and couldn't even read blueprints. Wanting to have the tank finished in time for the first molasses shipment, Jell skipped the preventive step of first filling the tank first with water to test for leaks. After the molasses was put into the tank, the leaks were so abundant that local children gathered drips in cans. Jell responded by having the tank painted brown to keep the leaks from being seen.

Two days before the explosion, a shipment had come in almost completely filled the tank. On the day of the disaster, the bottom of the tank split open with a roar. Waves of molasses went in every direction, estimated at 8 to 15 feet high. A few sources even claim the wall of molasses reached a height of 30 feet. Some workers and nearby people drowned, others were crushed when toppling buildings fell on them.

A giant chunk of the steel tank hit the nearby elevated rail line. The trestle snapped, but quick thinking by the train's driver saved many lives. Others weren't as lucky. Five men eating their lunch inside the nearby Public Works Department were smothered and died. A woman was killed when the front of her house was torn away by the wave of molasses, and a little girl gathering firewood beneath the freight cars was also killed by the deluge. A fireman inside his station house was crushed under a billiard table after the torrent of molasses knocked the firehouse on its side.

It's estimated that the flood traveled at a rate of 35 miles per hour--much faster than one might suspect possible for molasses in January. But the day was warm and the contents of the tank under pressure, creating a perfect molasses storm.

Rescue and clean-up were, as one could well imagine, highly difficult given the sticky nature of the disaster. It took weeks before the neighborhood finally got rid of the spilled molasses. The aftermath continued as approximately 125 lawsuits were filed against the company responsible for the tank. USIA initially claimed that the tank had been blown up by anarchists or temperance advocates. Their arguments did not hold up against the class action suit, and USIA's resulting payout of $600,000 can be calculated at over $6 million in today's currency rate.

Prohibition came into effect a year after the Boston molasses disaster, thus bringing to an end the need to store such huge quantities of molasses for the production of rum. But some say that on warm days in the North End, the scent of molasses still hangs in the air.

16 May 2010

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Guest Author: Ali Katz

This week on Unusual Historicals we're happy to welcome Samhain author Ali Katz as she celebrates the release of her novella "Damon's Price," set in ancient Rome! Here's the blurb:

Widowhood agrees with thirty-eight-year-old Claudia Sabina. Her husband and father left her wealthy, but her most prized possession is their gift of independence. She enjoys a freedom few women in male-dominated Roman society will ever know.

One of her most valuable assets is Damon, a young Greek slave bequeathed to her by her father. Intelligent, resourceful and educated beyond the norm for even a freeborn Roman citizen, Damon is a man of many talents. It doesn't hurt that he is also a pleasure to look at.

For months, Damon hides the fact he's fallen in love with his new mistress. He convinces himself he can be satisfied with her nearness--until the night he walks in on her bath, and his rigid control deserts him. Consequences fail to matter as he offers her full use of talents that, until now, he's never revealed.

In a moment of weakness, Claudia crosses the line laid down by Roman law and custom, immersing herself in an illegal and dangerous love affair. A choice that threatens both their futures.
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"Damon's Price is a sexy and emotional read. Ali Katz succeeds once more in immersing the reader in the story from the first page, and keeps the tension and interest going. The book's main strength is in its characters-both Claudia and Damon felt real, their emotions raw and believable. 5 Angels." ~ Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews

"Ms. Katz's writing pulled me in from the first page and I was never bored reading Claudia and Damon's story. 'Damon's Price' moved along quickly and I understood the hero and heroine's hopes, dreams, desires, and conflicts. I never thought of putting it down and finishing another day. I loved that the time period was unique...authentic and the plot extremely believable. I really felt for these characters and couldn't stop smiling when they achieved their happily ever after." ~ Lynette, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques

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An independent Roman woman?

Unlikely you think? True, Rome was very much a man's world. Traditionally, a woman and all her property were under a man's authority--her father's until she married, then her husband's and, if she found herself orphaned and widowed, a guardian (tutela).

But by the first century AD, women had much more freedom. She could marry "sine manu" and remain under her father's authority. She could inherit and dispose of her own property. She could own and manage a business and handle her own financial affairs. After the reign of Octavian Augustus (31 BC – 14 AD), guardianship was no longer required if she had already borne three children. Her status became "sui iuris."

In 'DAMON'S PRICE,' Claudia's relationship with her slave, Damon is illegal. Wasn't sex with slaves common in Rome?

Sure it was. Sex with slaves wasn't even looked down upon or considered adultery--as long as you used your penis. Being on the receiving end, vaginally, anally or orally, not so good.

I thought Rome was a decadent society.

Recent depictions of life during the Republic (509 BC – 44 BC) would certainly back you up, Augustus, Rome's first emperor, made efforts to change the moral culture. How successful he was is debatable, but the laws he put into effect to regulate Rome's moral climate were on the books, and any man could call on them as he saw fit. Women were expected to be dignified wives and good mothers and, while the rules could be bent, they couldn't be broken. No woman was immune; status did not offer safety. Claudius had his wife, Messalina, and her lover executed. Augustus's own daughter, Julia, found herself exiled for her many affairs.

Augustus had little choice, really, considering her reputation and his Lex Julia which made adultery a crime. Being a parent and a bit of a prude myself, I almost understand why he stuck her on an island by herself.

Prude? Come on, Ali, you can't write sex like that and call yourself a prude.

True enough. I do think sex should be fun and enjoyed by all, LOL. We have to face the fact, though, that until the last few years, sex had consequences--especially for women. And, oh no, men were not going to let them get away with enjoying themselves, especially if that meant they could never be sure whose sons they were raising.

Do you have any new Roman hotties coming our way?

Yes, I do, as a matter of fact, and thank you for asking.

I'm currently working on a series of three novels staged in an alternate Rome during the first century--the same era as my novella, 'DAMON'S PRICE.' In this Rome, however, magic wins the empire and Roman wizards are a powerful and dreaded force.

The first book, GLADIATOR, is a M/M erotic romance. Here's a short blurb:
Power and respect--the two most valued commodities in Roman society.

Marcus has power. So much power, his mentor couldn't begin to touch his potential. He taught what he could. And then, taught him how to restrain the magic when it raced through his veins with the speed of a wild fire threatening to consume him and then saw him off to Damascus to learn the art of war with Rome's most powerful mages.

No one can teach Marcus how to win respect.

Marcus stands at the threshold of his future--and he's scared to death. He has the power, but can he overcome his peaceful nature and learn to use it in war? The question is moot if he can't overcome his other nature. The part of him which guarantees he'll never have respect from anyone who counts.

Gallus respects him, and fears him, and loves him. His job is to protect him. Little did he know when he took the job, the hardest part would be protecting Marcus from himself.
"Sometimes I wonder where, in the midst of all this abundance, Lies the essence of love..." The Art of Love, Ovid (43 BC – 18 AD)

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Thanks so much for stopping by today, Ali. Readers, if you'd like to win a copy of 'DAMON'S PRICE,' please leave a comment or question for Ali. Maybe you'd like to know some of the interesting quirks or Roman society, or why Ali chose to write a Roman-set historical? Ask away! I'll draw the winner in one week. Void where prohibited. Best of luck!