Deborah isn't paranoid, the universe is against her. She has acne, wears a back brace and has a metal retainer on her teeth. She is secretly in love with her medieval studies professor. He is gorgeous, tall and married. What was there left for her to do but go back into medieval times?
And discover the universe is against her there, too?
She was there, the moon, big, golden, opulent. Venus shown beside her,
glowing steadily, her light distinct from the sparkle of the stars.
That's when it all started. I walked toward the college library on that
May night, listening to the rasp of the katydids heralding the spring
with their mating songs and I wanted to sing a mating song myself. But
I had no one to sing to.
So I trudged onward, wearing my back brace, carrying my lap top and my
ever-present feeling of being an ugly outcast in a world of beautiful
....my old life imprisoned me. I had scoliosis, which required wearing
said back brace, dental braces for my overbite, glasses for my myopia
Everyone, my parents, my doctor, my dentist, all assured me I would one
day emerge from my chrysalis and become a butterfly. I didn't believe
it. I thought I would go to my grave, encased in metal, alone and
...(my doctoral thesis was about sex in the middle ages0
In truth, I was not all that knowledgeable about sex. Sex, as far as I
was concerned, was a theoretical object of study. Heaven knew I'd never
experienced it. That's not to say I didn't think about it. I was an
average seventeen year old girl in that respect. Sex was on my mind
constantly and it was the reason I was sitting here in this library on a
That is, because of the sexual attraction I had for my professor, Rogen
Maris. The moment I walked into his classroom and he looked at me with
those eyes that showed no pity ...my heart was his.
......(My mother) took off the ring that had never left her finger in my
living memory. I went to the counter and picked up the ring.
Tentatively, I ran my left middle finger over the ring, feeling the
slight rise of the lion's head under my fingertip.
...the whole universe swirled around me in bands of light and color. I
was beginning to feel a horrible fear when the cataclysm of colors
receded. I stood in the keep of a castle....dressed in a heap of rags,
doing my best to wrest myself away from four burly knights.
Excerpted from "The Medieval Knight" by Shirley Larson. Copyright © 2015 by Shirley Larson. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
As a girl, Shirley Larson climbed the mulberry tree to belt out a song. She always thought she would be a musician. But after teaching music, and marrying an electric engineer and having three children, she decided to try writing. Her first story was accepted by a confession magazine. Then she went on to write thirty five romances and was published by Dell, Silhouette and Harlequin. She recently dodged the hurricane as a resident in Florida. Her husband is a saint and tolerates her sudden questions about the computer world.
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