An Excerpt from THE GHOSTS OF PEPPERNELL MANOR

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My new novel, The Ghosts of Peppernell Manor, will be released next Tuesday! It’s time to give you a glimpse of the prologue and Chapter One:

* * *

“Sarah, you’ll have to stay here tonight to take care of Philip and

Gertie during the party.”

Sarah nodded, her dark eyes revealing nothing of the deep resentment

she felt toward her mistress. She should have known. The children

would have to stay upstairs while guests thronged the ballroom

on the first floor. Though Mrs. Violet Peppernell paid Sarah a high

compliment by trusting her with Philip and Gertie, Sarah nursed a

smoldering anger at being unable to go home to see her daddy, who

would be leaving tomorrow. Mrs. Peppernell knew that, but she didn’t

care about him. He was invisible to her.

Sarah fed Philip and Gertie upstairs in the nursery and then told

them a long story before putting them to bed. They liked her stories.

They were sweet children, but it wasn’t the same as rocking in her

mother’s chair and spinning tales for her nieces and nephews.

While Philip and Gertie slept, Sarah stood staring out the window,

wondering what was happening at home. She was going to miss her

daddy. Tears stung her eyes and rolled slowly down her cheeks as she

tried to imagine her life without him, but she wiped them away impatiently.

Mama had told her to be strong. After all, she was fifteen,

practically a grown woman. And these auctions were just a part of

life.

It was just after one o’clock in the morning when Mrs. Peppernell

came upstairs and Sarah was finally able to go home. She walked

across the sweeping front lawn of Peppernell Manor guided by the

light of the full moon, listening to the rustling of the oaks, then veered

off into the small wood where she lived with her extended family and

the other slaves in small, dingy cabins. It was silent in the woods except

for the nighttime insects with their soothing chirps and clicks.

Sarah tiptoed around the small garden plot in front of her cabin

and started up the wooden steps, being careful to avoid the creaky

spots so no one would wake up. She was reaching for the door handle

when a soft noise made her turn around. She tilted her head, listening

hard.

She heard it again. It was a shuffling sound coming from the cabin

next door. The family that had lived there had all gone away, Sarah

didn’t know where, so the cabin was supposed to be empty. Maybe

there was an animal inside.

Quietly, she walked to the next cabin and peered in the front door.

She didn’t want to meet a fox or an angry raccoon.

But it was too dark to see anything.

She was afraid to step inside. She had second thoughts and started

to back away toward her own cabin.

That’s why she wasn’t able to stop her daddy when he killed himself

a split second later with a flash of light and the roar of a shotgun.

* * *

It had been a long drive to South Carolina, but Lucy and I had made

the best of it, giggling through nursery rhymes, eating fast food, making

silly faces at each other in the rearview mirror, and playing I Spy

on every highway between Chicago and Charleston.

We arrived one sultry afternoon in late August last year. I barely

remembered the back roads from Charleston to Peppernell Manor, so

it was like watching the scenery unfold over the miles for the first

time. Spanish moss hung low to the ground from stately trees over a

century old. Perfectly still water reflected the magnolias and camellias

and the hazy sky in the Lowcountry lakes and waterways that we

passed. Lacy clumps of wildflowers nodded languidly as we drove

by. Lucy was interested in everything that whizzed past the windows

of the car, commenting excitedly on all the new sights as we drove toward

Peppernell Manor.

“Look at the cows! Moo!”

“Look at the pretty flowers!” she would pipe up from the backseat

in her high-pitched little-girl voice. I loved driving with her because

she helped me see all the things I missed with my adult eyes.

As we got closer to Peppernell Manor, I found myself sharing her

excitement. I hadn’t been there since college. My thoughts stretched

back to the only other time I had visited South Carolina, when Evie

took me to her home for a long weekend. We had gone sightseeing in

Charleston, horseback riding, boating on the Ashley River, and on a

tour of an old Confederate field hospital nearby. But despite all the

fun we had, it wasn’t the activities I remembered best about that

trip—it was her house.

Manor, actually. Peppernell Manor had been in her family for

generations and even though it had seen better days and was in need

of some work, it was exquisite. As a lover of art I could appreciate

its romance and graceful architecture, but as a history major I was

more interested in the home’s past as a plantation house.

It was to this plantation house that I was returning, this time with

my daughter.

 

Until next week,

Amy

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4 comments on “An Excerpt from THE GHOSTS OF PEPPERNELL MANOR

  1. Mary Ann says:

    Amy – I can’t WAIT until April 28th so I can order the paperback. I’m intrigued by your excerpt.
    Mary Ann

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  2. Sharon Aguanno (ArmyMom) says:

    Good Morning Amy,
    So, now I want to read it even more…. just a tease… not fair… LOL… I ordered it quite awhile back… Can’t wait to download it to my kindle… and hope the kids will leave me alone so I can read… 🙂

    Until then “Keep Reading and Writing”.

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