With the Halloween Party this week and a few excursions, I did not get to head over to Teagan Geneviene this week to read about Copper, the Alchemist and the Woman in Trousers.. this week there is a hint of mystery, romance and a talisman from the past… with pursuers getting closer.. who to trust?
Happy Halloween, everyone! Welcome back to the spontaneously written, #SteamPunk serial, Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers. Everything about the story is driven by the random things that were sent by readers, back in 2015.
When I say everything, I mean it — even the location. Although no one seemed to notice (or at least they didn’t seem to mind), after all those weeks, I still had not gotten a “thing” that guided me to where all the zany events were taking place. Author and translator, Olga Núñez Miret sent the “things” for this chapter, and I finally saw a general location for the story. Which of “Old Family Bible, Carved Whale’s Tooth, and Vine Leaves” do you think gave me the location? Read on and find out.
Previously with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers
Chapter 14. Ignatius Belle seems a little too intent on getting Copper to visit his paddle steamer, anchored at the riverside near the abandoned church compound where our trio took refuge. Or is it just that he believes the girl is Felicity’s supposed niece, and thinks being nice to Copper would endear him to Felicity?
However, Cornelis invented “old family friends” who are on the way to transport the trio to a fabricated holiday. So the handsome innkeeper will surely have to part company with Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers. Or will the “things” create more complications?
Copper, the Alchemist, and the Woman in Trousers
15 — Old Family Bible, Carved Whale’s Tooth, Vine Leaves
There was a ragged hole in the roof of the old church. Sunlight poured through the opening, engulfing Ignatius Belle. He had taken off his coat and his white shirt caught the light so that it almost glowed. The effect made him look tall, safe, and… angelic.
I stared at him without realizing it. Apparently I gawked for so long that it made him uncomfortable, because he chuckled and looked askance at me. I stuttered, trying to explain without embarrassing myself by telling the man that he looked like an angel.
“It’s just that— Your shirt is dazzlingly bright in the sun’s light,” I stammered, then I reached up and wiped a drop of the shepherd’s pie from his collar, pretending that was the only thing on my mind.
“You’re right,” he agreed. “This is an interesting ruin, but it is much too fine of a day to be indoors,” Ignatius said and surprised me by taking my hand.
He led me toward the front doors of the abandoned church.
“Oh wait. What’s this?” I asked, stepping into an aisle where something was left behind on a pew.
At first I thought it was an old hymnal, but it was too large. I carefully opened the book and turned thin, fragile pages. Dates were recorded for births, deaths, and marriages.
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