Novel in Progress

I remember death. First my brother’s, and then mine. They came on the eve of my onomastico, my saint’s day, when I was saying my bedtime prayers. Twoscore armed ruffians with burning torches, their shouts echoing through the palazzo as they hunted me.

© Annie Kirby, 2021

I'm currently working on my second novel and I'm very excited about it. I can't say too much yet, but it's a feminist, timeslip ghost story set in 16th century Italy. I hope the little teaser (the first few lines of the current draft) intrigues you.

Watch this space for updates!