Hello
everyone. My name is Rose Anderson and I’d like to tell you a little about my
part in the Entice Me multi-author
anthology by the Authors from Romance Books ‘4’ Us. Before I begin, I’d like to
say thank you to Denysé for hosting me on her Fantasy Pages. I wrote Heart of Stone under my new pen name
Madeline Archer.
I got the idea for this short and sweet story from Pinterest, of all places. I
love Victorian stone work so made a pin board just for statues there. Some truly remarkable carvings were created
during Queen Victoria’s reign. I stumbled upon a neoclassical Carrara marble piece by the sculptor Jean-Joseph Perraud entitled Le Désespoir. A story started to form in my head the
moment I saw the piece with its fine handsome detail like someone poured liquid
stone over a man…
Heart of Stone
Blurb~
The story opens with the
notorious witch hunts in 17th Century Salem, Massachusetts.
As formal education for women lacks substance in her own country, Neila
Flannigan leaves Ireland in 1904 to attend Radcliffe women’s college in
America. Shy and introverted, Neila passes her lonesome hours sketching the
Harvard grounds and sending drawings home to her father. A chance encounter
with a kind and elderly Irish woman inspires her to sketch a statue in an old,
unused building. Desperately lonely, Neila ends up sharing her thoughts and
feelings with a man carved in stone. Some days it feels like he listens.
Setting the stage~
In this scene, Neila has taken Mrs. Maguire’s suggestion and gone to the old
unused building to sketch a statue there.
Excerpt~
Neila found the door
unlocked just as Mrs. Maguire had said it would be. Poking her head inside, she
spoke loudly enough for anyone to hear, “Hello? Is anyone here?”
The
greeting echoed in the hall. Relieved, she went inside. The first floor was
empty. Upstairs, she discovered that was true for all the rooms save the last.
There, a statue stood near the window and beside it sat a wooden spindle chair.
There wasn’t electricity in the room or even a gaslight on the wall but an old
wrought iron chandelier, dripping with dusty hardened candlewax, hung from the
ceiling.
The
statue was a young man seated in a rocking chair. His boots and simple clothing
suggested a farmer from centuries past. He had an open book in his hand and a
sleepy kitten curled on his lap. Neila touched the stone pages of the book. It
was far too grimy to tell for certain, but she could feel texture there, as
though the artist had carved words onto the pages. Doubtful, she murmured,
“That would be impossible.”
The
John Harvard bronze and the other posthumous tribute pieces she’d drawn thus
far were fashioned with generic features. Not so with this one. From what she
could tell with the subject’s head bent over his book, his features were
unique. She ducked her head for a better look, wishing she could lift his chin
to see his face fully. The sculptor had given the statue a straight Roman nose,
intelligent brow, and full lips that turned slightly at the corners. It was likely
carved from life. She told it, “You are certainly in need of a good scrubbing,
but you were very handsome whoever you were.”
She
ran her hand over the cold stone face from cheek to chin. It was impossible to
tell if the oddly textured material was marble or alabaster. Whatever the
stone, it was a perfect medium for sculpting, as it held detail remarkably
well. The piece was exceptionally realistic. That much was evident, despite the
grime.
Known
for crafting characters that stay with you long after the last page has turned,
Rose Anderson is a multi-published award-winning author and dilettante who
loves great conversation and delights in interesting things to weave into
stories. Rose also writes across genres under the pen name Madeline Archer. She
lives with her family and small menagerie amid oak groves and prairie in the
rolling glacial hills of the upper Midwest.
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed my debut as Madeline Archer. Find my books
under both names in ebook and paperback wherever love stories are sold.
I always love hearing about how an author has been inspired to write their story. Sculpture is a medium that's always fascinated me and your description of the statue that inspired you created a lovely picture that stayed with me through the entire story. Heart of Stone was a delight from beginning to end!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed it! I took one look at the statue and just had to write something. :)
DeleteThis is an interesting story of your new book's inspiration, Rose/Madeline. Some statues just seem so achingly lonely and...realistic.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Calisa. Yes, that's especially true for the Victorian era pieces. I have 446 such statues on my statue-themed pinterest board. I'm a magpie, what can I say. lol Stop by https://www.pinterest.com/FollowTheMuse/
DeleteSounds like a wonderful read. That statue is so realistic. I can just imagine one coming to life! All the best!
ReplyDeleteThanks! I saw another that was a statue of a woman with a veil covering her face. The detail of the carving was such, you could almost pull the veil away.
DeleteWhat a gorgeous statue. The workmanship is excellent. I especially noticed his feet. Ideas come to me in the same way. One little thing sparks a big idea and book. And that cover is so cute. I was so charmed by your story and especially your little furry friend.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I think Martin and Nicodemus need their own adventure. The statue just begged a story. He's beautiful.
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