Sorry it's been so long....

Sorry I have not written lately. A mix of family issues and work is my excuse-but you will be glad to know I have been working long, hard hours on the book as promised! I became deeply worried when I realised I didn't know how to end the book. But, after deep thought and support of my friends, I have come to a final desicion.
My apologies for keeping you waiting!I shall update you on Jealousy as soon as I have the publishing rights.For the time being, I have decided to open this story, The fire that roars, to the public.I hope it lives up to your expectations!
Yours Sincerely
Madelaine-Lucie Hanson


Chapter 1

Running from Death


The wind seemed cold that night. The frosted ground shimmered as the last candle blew out for the last time,the glow dying softly as the sunset faded. The bitter snowflakes fell to the ground, beautiful-yet so heartless and selfish.
Twilight had come, spreading her dusky cloak of rich cobalt far across the last burning flames of the sunset. Slowly, she began to embroider the first stars of the night. The scarlet clouds parted, the moon glimmered in the stars, longing for hope.
I had run so far from the city I had loved. Every footstep had echoed on the cobbles, every street darker and narrower than the last.I ran for my life, out of Paris's gates and along the river, away from the sorrow, the fear and the constant flow of tears.
My own sister had died to Paris's mistress, Madame Guillotine. I can still hear her fading screams and pleads,sobbing bitterly for this cruelty to end. Desperately, she had turned to me. "Marie!" she had screamed. "Help me please!I beg you! Please! I dont want to die!"Her words turned to a hollow moan,as the executioner raised the blade.The man pulled off her bonnet,revealing her shaved head to the crowd. They jeered selfishly,glad it was not them on the gibbet.For that awful moment, I saw what they truly were-row after row of innocent cowards being led to the blade by the cruelest of men.
My father ran forward to the guillotine, screaming in agony and fear. "My daughter!"He cried, rushing to the trembling Vienne. He was pushed into the crowd,and knocked to the ground by a huge,hideous guard ,with a vast cockade on his bulbous head.
"Vienne Invoute, you are here by sentenced to death by guillotine, for the crime of aiding and abetting the escape of Sir Pierre Jervaise, A deserter and enemy to the great revolution..."I could not hear the sentence I was so overcome with fury.
I ran to him, shaking with anger. "You monster!"I cried. He sneered down at me, his hand raised.Without thinking, I hit him hard, sending him flying backwards.The crowd stirred, before looking down in shock at the huge man.
"I hate you!"I sobbed. "I hate Paris.Everyone of you is drenched in the blood of innocent people. The walls of even the great cathederal are red with blood. The seine is flowing with lies, deceit and murder! Yet you continue to murder in the name of justice! My sister is going to die for the man she loved!"I cried.This moved the crowd, as they looked at m uneasily.
Suddenly, the man stirred. "Kill the girl!"He roared. "She is a traitor to the great cause!"The crowd turned, their faces black with the undying thirst for blood.That was when I ran.The roar grew louder, and I nearly fell down. I ran on and on, into the wilderness of a broken city.

I left my sister on her own death
And I keep running.