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Mary's Land the stories of Margaret Brent and Anicah Sparrow from England to St. Mary's City in the new world in 1648
(The photo of re-enactor, Katherine Shepard, 
on the new cover is courtesy 
of Historic St. Mary's City
 http://www.stmaryscity.org. 

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Newly reissued - you may purchase an autographed copy here. It is also available on Amazon and the other on-line book sources.  Special bonus for Lucia's Internet fans: Anicah Sparrow's Bedside Companion: A Glossary is now available. The publisher has this to say:

Mary's Land is a truly American novel of dreams and courage.  As the ship Charity sails from England across the Atlantic, two vastly different yet equally courageous women make the perilous journey.  Strong-willed, upper-class Margaret Brent has decided to make better use of her dowry than to hand it over to some doddering squire.  She has invested in Lord Baltimore's Maryland plantation, because the new colony is her single chance for a home of her own and the right to practice openly her Catholic religion.

Anicah is a teenage guttersnipe who lives by her wits and quick tongue.  Kidnapped off the streets of Bristol, she is transported to the New World and indentured to Samuel Smythe, a local tavern keeper.  

For Margaret and Anicah, the future is different from any they might have imagined...

Never mind what the Publisher says.  Here's what reader Sherman LaFolette e-mailed:  Lucia, I am simply amazed at the richness, the intimate detail of the life as you describe it.  How do you achieve this?  It is as if you time-traveled back to the 17th century and took notes!  Seriously, I am at a loss of how you manage to portray the life as you do.  It does seem written by one who lived during the period."  Lucia is too modest to include what Sherman added, "You are an incredible woman!"   ; }

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"Lucia St. Clair Robson has an extraordinary ability to hear the particular human music that runs deep in history." --Anne River Siddons

"If the publishing industry gave an award for historical novels, Mary's Land would win the Best of the Best.  Outstanding!"  -- Fern Michaels

"Richly detailed, first-rate tale... Memorable characters, scenes, and lilting dialogue; a stylish, superior historical."  -- Kirkus Reviews

"Brims with authentic detail and dialect."  -- Publishers Weekly

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Excerpt from

Mary’s Land    

   (p222 of the new edition: Anicah Sparrow has an altercation with Joan Parke in Smythe's pub)
      "D'ye call me a liar, ye draggle-tail little bung-nipper?"
      "Aye, Miss Parke, and a prater of much nonsense."  Anicah looked up at her, her eyes wide and innocent.  "And if ye've not f***ked an Indian yerself, 'tis the only creature to escape yer attentions, as any mangy dog in the village can attest."
     "A cluster of poxes on ye and no pesthouse to pity ye."  Joan looked down menacingly from her stance atop the table.  "Meddle with me and I shall fling ye into the fire."
     The men who had crowded around for a view up Joan's petticoat tails moved prudently away.
     "Then ye shall want a poker to turn me till I'm done." 
     Anicah seized the iron rod from the hearth and with both hands swung it across the tabletop at ankle level.  Joan hopped in an effort to avoid it, but her feet tangled with it and flew out from under her.  She toppled, one mighty buttock hitting the edge of the table with a thud.  She rolled off and landed on her back on the floor with her legs in the air.
.    "God scald ye, ye reeking notch," Joan screamed.
     Still brandishing the poker, Anicah backed toward the street door.  Outside she would have more room to maneuver and to run.  She knew the poker wouldn't stop Joan, and that she would most likely get hurt.  At least she had distracted her from her lies about Mistress Mary.
     With head lowered and an arm raised to fend off the poker, Joan charged.  She butted Anicah in the chest, braced her feet, and pushed.  Anicah dropped the poker and grabbed fistfuls of Joan's snarled, ember-red hair. She yanked with all her strength, but Joan bowled her over as though she were no more obstacle than another head louse.
     At that instant the door opened and the women's momentum carried them through it.  They hit Giles Brent who had been about to enter and sent him backward into the ankle-deep slush of melted snow, ice, mud, and pig feces.  To compound insult and injury, they landed on top of him.  Everyone in the taproom squeezed out the door and into the yard to watch and wager.
     "Damn me!"  Giles struggled to extricate himself, but Joan and Anicah continued biting and scratching and flailing at each other.  "Damn me, I say, do help me here."
     Robert Vaughan waded in to separate the women.  Harry Angell gave Giles an arm up.  He solicitously tried to brush the mud off with his hat, but only succeeded in smearing it around.
     "Such a shame, squire.  'Twere yer new red velvet too."  If there was irony in Harry's voice, Giles couldn't hear it over Joan's caterwauling.  "They are women of quarrelsome measure, yer honor," Harry added, as though Giles couldn't figure it out.
     "'Sdeath!"  Giles looked for something to beat them with.  He had just decided on the flat of his sword when Dinah appeared in the doorway.
     "The tapster's dead."  No one heard her above the hubbub.  She shouted the news again.  "The tapster's dead."

Lucia Robson at The Ordinary - St. Mary's City the site of Mary's Land, the novel of Margaret Brent
Lucia with a scoundrel outside of the ordinary in Historic St. Mary's City...  
(Thanks to re-enactors everywhere for making history accessible and fun.)

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    While Lucia was writing the story of Anicah Sparrow and the Brent sisters she happened to hear on the radio "Dances from Terpsichore" by Praetorius.  The music had such a sassy lilt that she could imagine it playing as Anicah worked her pickpocket art on the teeming streets of Bristol.
    The piece prompted her to dub a soundtrack of music that evokes the earthy, rollicking flavor of the times and the people. 
    Besides Praetorius, she was inspired by the 17th century tunes of Anonymous Four, Baltimore Consort, New York Ensemble for Early Music,  Medieval Babes, the Merry Companions' "Art of the Bawdy Song," music by Hildegard Von Bingen, Maggie Sansome and the Ensemble Galilei, and "Rondo for Glass Harmonica," from Glass Harmonica from Mozart's Time." 
     The songs include "My Thing Is My Own," "Ladie Lie near Me." "Come, Let Us Drink, "Viridissima Virga," "Tomorrow Will Be My Dancing Day," etc.
     Music infuses every period of history, and gives a glimpse into the past that is part telescope, part microscope, part kaleidoscpe. 

Buy Mary's Land - newly reissued through Authors' Guild Back in Print:

$24.00 plus $4.00 shipping = $28.00 
(Free bonus: Anicah Sparrow's Beside Companion: A Glossary of 17th century vulgar terms)

You may send a check made out to Lucia St. Clair Robson and send it to: PO Box 682, Arnold, MD 21012.  Please include directions for how you'd like it to be signed.  Thanks very much. 

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