Tag: Novel

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction The sheer number and clarity of his words overwhelmed me, but silence took hold of me more from thoughts of Porphyry, a philosopher who, along…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction After spending several days with the Caecinae that summer, I rode to Hippo, a smaller African city near Carthage, where Bishop Augustine agreed to meet…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction “When a man hears of another who sleeps on stone, he should beat himself with lead,” announced Celestius loudly. “When a man’s vowed celibacy, the…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction Bishop Paulinus finished, looking to Proba for her response. When she smiled, his face lit up. The famous bishop had been reading his poetry as…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction My first day in Africa that summer had been at the house of my uncle in Carthage, Bathanar, commander of the African Legions and married…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction Proba arrived escorting a retinue. Her green mantle billowed around her shoulders, and the saffron linen of her dress clung to her small frame. Gallus…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction I told Arsace to enjoy the baths as long as he wished and gave command of the staff to Segetius. The Minister gave Arsace authority,…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction “You didn’t run away. Did you think I’d reward you?”  Gallus sat stiffly on a couch, staring at the floor at my father’s palace. I…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction I woke slowly and turned to the sound of moaning. A girl was riding Theodore. He lay on his back. She rocked on top of…

Copyright © 2015 Teresa Wymore. All Rights Reserved. Historical fiction I went to relieve myself in the garden. Afterward, I wandered awhile among patches of cheery colors that reminded me of my uncle’s villa in…