Son of a Duke: Book One of the Spy Series
It was only the second time in her life that she had taken any of the courage that she had and put it into some sort of action. The first time had landed her in London with nothing but a suitcase and a will to find employment. She had been a young girl, completely unknowing in what she was about to embark on, and yet, the moment she had stepped off the train at King’s Cross, she had felt nary a fear.
This is to simply poke fun at me for getting carried away with the story in my head. For those who also may have missed it, there were no bloody trains in England in 1815 when this story takes place. This paragraph is apparently an attempt at what I like to call sci-fi history. (I’m also concerned that two editors and four beta readers didn’t catch this either…)