Fearnley Fiction

Buy Here PROLOGUE  30 JANUARY 1661 We stand together, shoulder to shoulder, skirt to skirt, like a chain of paper dolls, come to see our father’s execution. Our hoods are pulled low over our faces although, in truth, few in the crowd would recognise us without our finery: we grace no coins, no medals or prints, and it is hardly likely any of them would have seen our portraits hanging, as they had, in the palaces of Whitehall and Hampton Court.  A frosted blast of wind whips around my cloak and sends the three nooses hanging from the gallows before me swinging as if the condemned men already danced their deaths. I stare at the gibbet in blank horror. It is a terrible thing, vast and three-sided like a triangle, designed, Father once told me, to hold twenty-four souls at a time.  ‘Why did it have to be here?’ I speak sideways to my sisters. It is somehow worse, much worse, that this is happening at Tyburn, the dirty, eerie crossroads outside London where they hang common fe...

Buy Here   When I first started this book I felt like it was very much on the YA radar, however as the story progressed I got more and more involved in the story and characters.   The story kept me guessing all along the way through, The 2 main characters  whose chapters are from their point of views, although very separate and different from another as part of the same group.    There is so much that happens I dont want to give it away but perfect read for a weekend on a cold wet day, it takes you away to an exotic island that you wish y ou were on, until it starts to go wrong.......