My Sisters’ Forbidden Tongue in 1475 Picherouil
Snow blankets Picherouil, 1475. Our big house reeks of barley soup and death. Magloire’s corpse stiffens on the dirt floor. We poisoned the useless drunk. Mother Célestine grins. No more beatings. No more grabs at our asses. We’re free. Four women now. Sisters and mom. Power surges in my veins. Cécilia here, the tall dark […]