Book 2, Freely Given is avalibale for pre-order now. Blurb She said two words to a book that had already written her name. Take me. The register took the offer. It did not take her. It spent the offer on her sister, and it wrote Poppy Rooke into a column that has been used nine times in three hundred and thirty-six years — and Marlowe Rooke has five weeks to buy it back. She has a stolen ledger that will not open where she wants it. She has a professor who has not spoken aloud since 1846, who put four hundred words in the margins of her essays twice a week for seven months, and who now refuses to help her — flatly, immediately, without giving her a reason. And she has one precedent. In 1966 three women tried what she is planning. It killed two of them instead of one. Substitution does not substitute. An offer freely given is not a swap. It is an additional consent. Somewhere under the Vesper Conservatory there is a woman who has kept the register since 1690 and has never once been able to help anybody. Ninety minutes inland there is a mother who was told a name in a corridor four hours after her daughter was born and has never understood what it does. And in Threadneedle there is a nineteen-year-old who has worked out exactly what her sister is doing, and who is not going to be the thing in the fourth column while everybody decides about her in rooms she is not in. Marlowe is very good at three things. The third one is keeping a record. She is about to find out what her own name is for. Freely Given is the second book of The Sable Gate — a slow-burn dark gothic romantasy about consent, arithmetic, and the difference between a thing taken and a thing given. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HLWXNKM6

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Book 2, Freely Given is avalibale fro preorder. Blurb She said two words to a book that had already written her name. Take me. The register took the offer. It did not take her. It spent the offer on her sister, and it wrote Poppy Rooke into a column that has been used nine times in three hundred and thirty-six years — and Marlowe Rooke has five weeks to buy it back. She has a stolen ledger that will not open where she wants it. She has a professor who has not spoken aloud since 1846, who put four hundred words in the margins of her essays twice a week for seven months, and who now refuses to help her — flatly, immediately, without giving her a reason. And she has one precedent. In 1966 three women tried what she is planning. It killed two of them instead of one. Substitution does not substitute. An offer freely given is not a swap. It is an additional consent. Somewhere under the Vesper Conservatory there is a woman who has kept the register since 1690 and has never once been able to help anybody. Ninety minutes inland there is a mother who was told a name in a corridor four hours after her daughter was born and has never understood what it does. And in Threadneedle there is a nineteen-year-old who has worked out exactly what her sister is doing, and who is not going to be the thing in the fourth column while everybody decides about her in rooms she is not in. Marlowe is very good at three things. The third one is keeping a record. She is about to find out what her own name is for. Freely Given is the second book of The Sable Gate — a slow-burn dark gothic romantasy about consent, arithmetic, and the difference between a thing taken and a thing given https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HLWXNKM6