Here's a short excerpt from the story, which will be available tomorrow.
Isadora Chapman
pretended wide-eyed innocence as she avoided the milling crowds and if someone
accidentally made eye contact, she hurriedly looked away. Sometimes she feared people
would look her in the eye and know—
They would
know she knew all of their secrets.
She had
learned to control and hide her gift at a very young age, which is why she
remained anonymous to the group of scholars who formed the Society for the
Advancement of Science. They knew her as I, the ninth member of the secret
society dedicated to the non-traditional sciences.
Few would
actually call the academics within the group scientists. Most preferred terms
such as charlatan, fool, demon and lunatic.
Isadora
was none of those things, only a woman who remained alone because she knew
things she ought not.
She knew Lord
Hadley spied for the French during the Napoleonic Wars and worried still he
might be exposed.
She knew Albert
Finch had murdered his first wife.
She knew
about ton affairs. About sexual peccadilloes. About betrayal. And heartache.
She knew her
father worried about their finances. And her mother worried about her father.
She also
knew Gregory Beckwith, the Earl of Lattham, was the finest man in
London—honorable and with a heart full of fiery compassion. He had a unique gift
for mechanical gadgetry which fascinated her, but just as he thought of one
astonishing thing, he would move on to another and she never really could grasp
the concepts floating around in his head.
Strange she
could so easily forgive him for his ability to charm women into his bed and for
his inability to see his family wanted him to marry and provide heirs.
Lattham
did not know she was alive.
Here's the cover. Another winner from Reese Dante.
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