I remember visiting London for a weekend and staying with my sister. WOW!! Now I like to stroll, take in the world around me, breathe in the country air where I live (and wish I hadnt a moment later) and take things at a leisurely pace. There is no such hope in London. Everyone has somewhere to be, and they have to be there FAST. It was like stepping in to a completely different world, from slow country living to hectic city life. I had to move fast to keep up with the crowds, and lessen the risk of being jostled around and losing my sister.
Getting lost in archaic Lincoln is fairly impossible. Although I do remember a time when a friend drove me home and it took nearly an hour to find my house, but I had recently moved so I surely can't be blamed for that....right?.
I was terrified at the prospect of getting lost in London, and believe me when I say I am hopeless at surviving in unfamiliar places. I am prepared for a Zombie Apocolypse, yet the thought of losing my way in a big city is one to have nightmares over.
In my second book, Fateless, I have visited Annette's past in her memories, a time before her soul and destiny became entwined with Lilith's. Annette's true home is 1980s York. It is a place I love to visit today, and it is the place Annette's tragic story comes to life.
Annette comes from a rich background with servants and maids. Her father works most of the time and her mother is a lady of leisure often out at prestigious events or visiting her sick sister who is due to leave a hefty inheritance in her name. Though it is not the streets of the upper class Annette walks, her heart guides her to the Shambles (see picture below) every evening where the boy she loves works.
Fateless visits these moments and, it is in these moments, we truly learn who Annette Anderson really is.