Philadelphia, Perdy Rogers chafes under the strict rule of her Quaker
grandmother and the endless duties of her apprenticeship in Betsy Ross’s
upholstery shop. So when her best friend shares a secret and invites Perdy to
help plan an elopement, she’s thrilled to be with her friends again. But Perdy
has no idea that one favor will unravel the stable fabric
of her life and involve her in a tangled web of deceit, lies and treachery.
Disguised as boys, three girls head to the River to
put Perdy’s plan into action, but only two return. When the third, a young
milliner’s assistant, is found drowned with gold coins sewn into her hems,
coded spy letters in her bodice, and a journal implicating another sewing apprentice
as her co-conspirator, all eyes turn to Perdy Rogers. But she’s no spy!
Accused of treason, she struggles to prove her
innocence with the help of a handsome stranger and learns the hard way that
freedom, whether an individual’s or a country’s, comes at a cost.
As a Master
Educationalist Gayle C. Krause taught Children’s Literature, creative writing,
storytelling techniques, and acting in upstate New York, where she trained
young men and women to become successful Early Childhood and Elementary
teachers. She also directed the Pre-K Laboratory School affiliated with her
teacher-training program and taught at a local SUNY college as an adjunct
professor. Her years as a creative role model for teens and pre-school children have led to her career as a children’s author. She is a member of SCBWI, KIDLIT, INK, The JAGRS Writing Group, and a past member of the Historical Novel Society and The Poets’ Garage.
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Twice Betrayed Snippet
I sprint up
No answer. Again, I dart back to the makeshift castle. Maybe my eyes played tricks on me.
Maybe I missed her snuggled up between two big rice sacks. She isn’t here. I run my hands blindly along the wooden boards of the dock and up the sides of the crates and sacks, when my hand catches on an opening. A rice sack has been pushed out and lies on the wharf.
My heartbeats burst so fiercely in my head I can’t breathe. I wrap my arms around myself, grasping the sides of Jonathan’s jacket as fear slithers along my flesh like a black water snake. I can’t stop shivering. I squirm out of the hiding place and stare out at the cold, heartless river, not seeing what’s really there, but the horror in my mind.
“She wouldn’t have.” My words are a dry whisper. “I told her to stay hidden.” I freeze where I stand. The uneven waves travel from the middle of the river and lap against the wharf poles that support the dock, where Abby’s castle is built.
Shuddering, I take huge gulps, but no air enters my lungs. My heart threatens to burst from my head, its pounding excruciatingly loud in my ears. My legs give out and I crash to the wooden dock. Guided by the cargo ship’s dim lantern, I crawl to the edge. The river is as deadly as any wild beast. I force myself to look down. I don’t know what I expect to see, but my stomach lurches as I scan the waters below.
Lodged in front of a wooden post, a red satin ribbon ripples on the Delaware’s dark surface.