Reflections
Author: Jena
Baxter
Publisher:
Independent Self Publishing / Jenabaxterbooks
Publication Date: October
31, 2013
Pages: 320
ISBN: 978-0991167715
Genre: YA
/ Historical Fantasy
Format:
Paperback, eBook (.mobi / Kindle), PDF
Book Description:
When Juliette has a domestic
servant beaten for pursuing a young man above her station, she finds herself
cursed by a witch to live in a world behind her own mirror. She is unable to
leave except on the first night of a full moon.
Juliette is forced to seek what
food and shelter the new world provides with the help of a unicorn, a man who
is half bear, and a centaur. Together they struggle to survive against lions,
wolves, and the challenges of watching their friends live and die through the
back of the mirror, as their own world, family and friends moves on without
them.
Reflections begins in Regency era
London, and ends in Clover Springs, California, an all but abandoned Gold Rush
town.
A tale of love, friendship, and
facing unavoidable challenges.
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Excerpt
“Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a
touch that never hurts.” --Charles Dickens
Chapter 1
London, England. 1807
Juliette
shut the front door behind her, and slowly climbed down the stairs of her home,
cringing at every creek of the steps.
She walked down the paved road, back straight and chin up, until the
house was out of view. She looked around,
pulled off her bonnet, and ran all the way to the beach.
Stopping
to catch her breath, she scanned the riverbank until she spotted Emily, gazing
into the clouds above the Thames. It was
a gray and dreary day, but a fisherman stood in the water trying to entice the
fish, and a few people were scattered along the shoreline. Sea birds flew back and forth, seeking a
tasty morsel. Juliette joined Emily, and
sat in the scrub.
“It
took you a long time to get here,” Emily said, smiling.
“Sorry,
it’s my birthday and mother is hosting a party tonight. I had to sneak out of the house, but no one
saw me. Then I ran all the way here.”
Emily
shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.” She held out her arm, and opened her
hand. “I made this for you.”
Juliette
took the hair pin with a tattered yellow ribbon tied in a bow attached to it.
Emily’s
cheeks colored. “Sorry it’s not new.”
Juliette hugged her. “It’s wonderful. Thank you. I have to go back now, before they notice me
gone,” she said, pushing the pin carefully into her hair.
“Okay, I’ll go with you. How
old are you today?”
Juliette smiled. “I’m six years old,” she said, as they made
their way back to the road. “How old are
you?”
“Seven, since last
month.” She ran dirty hands down her
tattered and stained black dress.
“Look!” Juliette stopped, and pointed toward the
water.
Emily followed the direction
of her finger. “Oh! What a beautiful chestnut horse.”
Juliette shook her head,
ringlets blowing in the wind. “No, it’s
not a horse. It’s a unicorn sighting for
my birthday.” She continued walking
toward the road.
“But unicorns aren’t real,”
Emily said, looking back at the animal.
“How do you know they aren’t
real? That horse has a black horn. Trust me, that’s a unicorn.”
They stepped onto the dirt
road.
“I’ll race you there!” Juliette yelled.
Laughing, they ran until
they found Mrs. Barrows waiting at the front door of Juliette’s home. Juliette went silent and ran to her
mother. Emily stopped in the road.
“Where have you been? Look at your hair, it’s a mess … and what is
that ugly thing sticking out of it?”
Mrs. Barrows swiped the pin
off Juliette’s head. She winced as
strands of her hair fell with the ribbon to the ground.
Juliette followed her
mother’s eyes as she glared at Emily, standing on the road.
“What have I told you about
spending your time with people like that, Juliette? That girl has no business talking to you, and
you have no business playing with our domestic help.”
“But she’s not our domestic
help, Mother.”
“The girl is as good as
employed by this household with her aunt Zylphia, working here.”
“I don’t want to see you
with her again. Do you understand
me? What if someone saw you?” Mrs. Barrows shrieked. “You embarrass the entire family associating
with people like that, Juliette. Get in
the house!”
Juliette jumped when the
door slammed shut behind her.
Juliette picked up a glass
of punch and sat with the children attending the party. She watched her mother laugh and sip tea with
her guests. The children chattered
beside her, she ignored them. Her mother
had made it clear that the only reason she hadn’t received a strapping was so
she could sit down at the party.
Juliette struggled with the sting of tears, holding them back, but just
barely.
Margaret sashayed over, and
stood with her hands on her hips. She always has something to say about
everything. Juliette frowned,
waiting. All of the children stared at
her.
“I heard you were playing
with a servant girl today. Robert Beale
said he saw you running and laughing on the road like it was the most normal
thing in the world. You’re liable to get
a disease spending your time with something like that.”
“It’s not your business,
Margaret. I’ll spend time with whomever
I want.”
“Suit yourself, but I don’t
want any part of that, or you.” Margaret
lifted her chin and joined the other children.
Juliette turned to see her
mother, who had been just out of view.
Her knuckles white as the dish she held.
“Go to your room, Juliette.”
Tears spilled down
Juliette’s cheeks. She tried to think of
something to say, but couldn’t. She ran
to her room.
Minutes later the
razor-strap slammed into her bare buttocks.
The humiliation of knowing the party heard her screams was part of her
punishment. When the governess finished,
she had been instructed to return Juliette to the party where she remained
until the last guest departed.
Her mother turned to
her. “Get to your room. I don’t want to see your face again tonight.”
Juliette obeyed moving much
slower than before. Her bottom and the
back of her legs stung with welts. She
crawled onto the bed, and wept into her pillow.
Ten Years
Later
Juliette grunted, eyebrows
narrowed as Emily tightened the laces on her corset, pulling her breasts
straight and high. She slipped the
heavily embroidered bodice on each arm, then smoothed the fabric with her
hands. When she was finished, she bowed
her head, and backed out of the room.
Juliette moved right and
left, twisting at the waist to admire herself in the mirror. She was wearing
her favorite dress, white embroidered muslin, with a gathered bust, tiers of
ruffles at the bottom, and long sleeves with small puffy shoulders.
“I’ll be ready to go in five
minutes, Emily,” Juliette called, from her bedroom door. “Be sure to get a basket from the kitchen.”
That girl always has her head in the clouds. Let’s see, all I need now is … she fumbled through a small grey hatbox on the bureau … a head dress. Juliette turned back to the mirror,
pushing the comb through her hair to hold the head dress in place. When her ensemble was finished she
smiled. Perfect. She looked good,
but the sun was streaming through her bedroom window and the layers of the
shift and petticoat were already making her hot.
Rushing down the stairs,
underskirts rustling with every movement, the wooden planks creaked with every
step. She called for Emily, and found
her at the bottom, putting on her plain white bonnet. The picnic basket sat on the floor beside her
scuffed black shoes. Juliette’s mother
stood at a table near the hearth, brown ringlet curls hanging perfectly down
her back, her deceptively warm brown eyes belying the severity of her
anger. She threw some coins into a small
purse. Ignoring Emily, Juliette went
straight to her mother, and held out her hand.
Mrs. Barrows dropped the beaded, pink and yellow purse into it.
“It is absolutely absurd,”
Mrs. Barrows said louder than she needed to.
“That I should have to send my own daughter to buy what is needed
because of dishonest servants. My
husband pays a generous wage. You have
no reason to steal from us or anyone else.
All of your salaries will be fined a farthing. Not just this time, but every time I send
Juliette to the market.”
She turned back to
Juliette. “Don’t be late, darling. The dressmaker needs to take some
measurements for a new dress,” Mrs. Barrows said, fingering some of the new materials
she had purchased, sitting on the back of a pink and white sofa.
Juliette grinned as her
mother kissed her cheeks.
“Don’t worry, Mother. I won’t be long.”
Juliette walked out the door
with Emily trailing behind her.
Juliette closed her eyes at the
bright morning sunshine. She crinkled
her nose and opened them again at the smell of fresh baked bread. There were vendors with carts selling
household goods and colorful linens, and a cobbler had a table set up along the
street. A woman with chubby cheeks and
braided corn silk hair, sold flowers of every color, and across the road a
young boy knelt, breeches tight, as he shined the shoes of a man in a brown
suit and hat. A black carriage drove
through the village square, horse hooves clip clopping on grey and brown
cobblestones.
Emily cried out and crashed
into Juliette. Juliette pushed her away,
then slapped her without a thought. A
thin young man with dark hair, brown eyes, and the longest eyelashes Juliette
had ever seen jumped in front of Emily.
Emily’s hand rested on the angry red mark forming on her right cheek,
and she was weeping. Juliette smoothed
her skirt mumbling under her breath. I am going to kill her when we get
home. The stupid little sheep.
“Please excuse us, Jonathan,
this fool of a girl--“
Jonathan’s hands waved back
and forth. “No, Miss Barrows. Please, I am sorry. The fault was my own, not the servant
girl’s.”
Juliette smiled. “This one is inept and bumbling at times.”
Jonathan reached into his
bag and pulled out a muslin pouch. He
held the contents in front of Juliette.
“Turkish Delight. Would you like
one? A small offering to make up for the
trouble I caused.”
Juliette’s smile lit up her
face. “Yes, thank you.” She chose a red square powdered with sugar
from the pouch.
Jonathan held the bag out to
Emily. Juliette’s eyes flashed. What is
he doing? Why is he even speaking to
her? She’s a servant! Emily shook her head back and forth, then
looked away. Jonathan held them closer.
“Please, I insist.”
With a trembling hand, Emily
took one, but before she could eat the sweet, Juliette pointed to the basket.
“We need to go. I have an appointment this afternoon.” The courtesy was a show for Jonathan’s
sake. She would take care of Emily at
home. “If you’ll excuse us Jonathan, we
really must be on our way. Thank you for
the sweetmeats.”
Juliette purchased the
potatoes and carrots Cook required, the dirty-faced farmer extended his thanks,
and she turned to see Jonathan smiling at Emily. The girl looked away, but not before her
cheeks colored. Juliette had had
enough. She grabbed Emily’s arm.
“Good day, Jonathan.”
Juliette had never been so
embarrassed in her life. A servant girl! And one that was
stumbling all over the place. What was
he thinking? No! What was she thinking?
Juliette stormed up wooden
steps and through the door without waiting for Emily to open it. “Mother!”
Emily wept openly.
“Emily was flirting with
Mrs. Walsh’s son. She even received a
gift from him.”
Mrs. Barrow’s porcelain face
darkened, and her fingers clutched the folds of her dress as Juliette recounted
the story. Moments later, Juliette’s
mother grabbed Emily’s arm and pulled her to the Governess’ room. A heavyset woman in a plain black dress and
long white apron, her brown hair tucked beneath her bonnet, sat at an old oak
desk looking grim. The room was modest,
with only a narrow bed, and a plain wooden bureau against the opposite
wall. The only color was a handmade
quilt the woman had made for herself, and a full-length blue dress hanging in a
tiny closet.
Agnes stood when Mrs.
Barrows entered the room, and stared at Emily, blue eyes icy cold. The Governess opened a drawer, and pulled out
the razor strap used for disciplining the household.
Emily’s sobs grew louder,
her eyes wide. She grimaced, shaking her
head frantically.
“No,” Emily whined, looking
at the thick leather with three long flexible straps. “No, please.” Her sobs grew louder still as the Governess
dragged her out the door to a wooden shed.
Juliette’s mother smiled as
Emily began to scream incoherently.
Standing by the new material, they heard the whack of leather meeting
the flesh of Emily’s bare backside.
Juliette fingered the soft
new pink and yellow fabrics, frowning. I’m not fond of yellow. Mother knows that.
“Emily will be indisposed
for a while, Mother. Could you send Bessie up, please? I really need to freshen
up before we leave.”
“Of course, dear.”
Juliette bustled up the
stairs, hands clutching her skirt, listening to Emily scream. That’s
too bad. She won’t be flirting or
accepting treats from boys above her station anymore. But she shivered inwardly. Juliette knew well what it meant to be on the
receiving end of that strap. She had
been beaten for spending time with Emily when they were girls. Juliette was younger then, and hadn’t
understood how important it was not to entertain people below her station. She knew better now. Emily wouldn’t be able to sit for a
week. Perhaps then she would learn her
lesson and not entertain people above her station.
Juliette entered her room,
letting the door shut behind her, and took off her head dress.
Bessie entered the bedroom,
picked up the brush and pulled it through Juliette’s curls. Her hands trembled and she winced at every
thwack of the strap on, Emily’s, bared flesh.
At one point she wiped a tear from her eye. Juliette smiled, and ignored her.
Zylphia dusted a lampshade
trimmed with burgundy roses. She had
already gone over the end tables and swept the floors. She tucked runaway strands of brown hair
under her already loose bun, and saw something smeared on the wall. Emily walked in, concealing her face, and
staring at the floor.
Zylphia motioned with her
hands as she spoke. “Emily, go get me a
cleaning cloth for the wall. Bessie will
get one for you. They’re in the
kitchen.”
Emily nodded her
acknowledgement to the floor, stiffly leaving the room. Zylphia stared after her. What is
wrong with her today? Emily had
always been a shy girl. She was quiet,
but that was expected of a domestic servant.
You did what you were told, bowed and backed out of the room as quiet as
you could, hoping that no one would hear you.
These things had never been a problem for her niece. That was why Zylphia had brought her
here. She got along with everyone, was
quiet, kept her own counsel, and took her work seriously.
Emily returned with the
cloth. Zylphia watched her shuffle
across the room.
“Why are you walking like
that? Come here.”
Emily’s speed picked
up. She whined and winced, until she
slowed down. She gave Zylphia the towel.
“What is wrong with
you? Look at me when I talk to you,
girl!”
Emily looked up. Zylphia saw chocolate brown eyes, similar to
her own, except they were red, sad, and swollen. Her brown hair was a tangled mess. She took Emily’s hand.
“Come with me.”
Emily obeyed, but wept all
the way to, Zylphia’s, bedroom. Zylphia
removed Emily’s white apron, and black uniform dress. Zylphia gasped, fire red welts blistered, and
covered Emily’s buttocks and the back of her legs.
“Who did this to you?”
Emily told Zylphia about the
boy at the marketplace, the candy, and Juliette’s anger. “I tried to say no, but he insisted.” Tears fell down already swollen cheeks. “I t-tried to s-s-say no. I didn’ know what t-to do.”
Heat flushed through
Zylphia. She pulled a jar of ointment
from under her mattress, and slathered it over Emily’s welts. The response was immediate. Zylphia couldn’t take away the welts, that
would have been too obvious, but the swelling went down, and the redness faded.
Emily shuddered, then sighed with
relief.
“It’s over now.” And I’m
going to make certain it won’t happen again. “Go back to work. It’s alright.”
“What are you going to
do? Please don’t curse her Aunt
Zylphia. We were friends once. She even gave me a doll when we were small.”
“Juliette isn’t the person
you used to know, child. She’s grown to
be callous, and cruel. Trust me to know
what to do. She needs to pay for what
she’s done. You need to help in the
kitchen. Now go.”
Emily looked skeptical, but
did what she was told.
“Why can’t I take
Bessie?” Juliette demanded. “I don’t want that insolent girl anywhere
near me.”
“I’m sure you don’t,
darling, but Bessie has chores to do for your father. The only other servant I can send with you
right now is Zylphia.”
“I don’t want Zylphia.” Juliette stomped her foot. “She’s not normal.” That
one hardly knows her station, and the way she looks at me is frightening
sometimes. I don’t trust her. “Mother!”
“That’s enough,
Juliette. Take both if you choose, but
Bessie cannot go.”
“Emily! Zylphia!
Get down here. Now!”
Moments later, Emily and
Zylphia entered the room.
About the Author
Born in Ojai, and raised in the San Fernando Valley, California,
Jena always loved to read, and dreamed of writing a novel. Having the ability,
but lacking the confidence to do so, she enrolled in the UCLA Writer’s
Extension, and soon her first novel was in process.
Jena writes YA, historical fantasy, and paranormal romance. She
is also a screenwriter, and reads for a screenwriting contest annually. She
spends her free time with her husband, amazon parrot, and toy maltese. You can
visit her website at www.jenabaxter.com.
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