My Place - Shattered by Jennie Marsland

This Sunday, I'm extending a warm welcome to the talented Jennie Marsland and her novel, Shattered. Her setting is fascinating!



Jennie Marsland is a teacher, a painter, a musician and, for over thirty years, a writer. She fell in love with words at a very early age and the affair has been life-long. She enjoys writing songs and poetry as well as fiction.

Jennie is a history buff as well as an unashamed romantic. Glimpses of the past spark her imagination, and she believes in happily ever after. She lives in Nova Scotia with her husband, their cat Emily and their outrageously spoiled Duck-Tolling Retrievers, Chance and Echo.


My Place:

My latest historical romance, Shattered, takes place in Halifax, Nova Scotia, one of Canada’s oldest cities. The reason for Halifax’s existence is its harbour, which is one of the biggest and deepest in the world. As an added bonus, the outer harbour is connected by a channel called The Narrows to a large inner harbour, Bedford Basin, which is invisible from the open ocean. During both World Wars convoys assembled there, protected from weather and detection by the enemy, while they prepared to cross the Atlantic with troops and supplies. This postcard shows the outer harbour and downtown as it was in 1920.





Halifax is built on several hills, the most prominent of which is Citadel Hill, where the original fortifications were built when the city was founded in the 1700s. On the slope of ‘The Hill’ stands the town clock, one of our most beloved landmarks, which I had included on the cover of Shattered. Since 1803, it has kept time through the colourful and sometimes illicit goings-on of a port city and military garrison. This part of town has always catered to the two greatest needs of men just in from the sea – one of which is drink.



The clock has counted the hours through several wars, as well as through the darkest day of our history – December 6, 1917, the day when a ship loaded with wartime explosives collided with another ship in The Narrows and detonated, resulting in what is still the largest non-natural, non-atomic explosion in recorded history. Citadel Hill shielded the city’s South End from the worst of the impact, but the North End community of Richmond, where my fictional characters live, was destroyed. Two thousand lives were lost and the face of the city was changed forever.



Richmond was replaced with a neighbourhood we call the Hydrostone District, named after the cement blocks used in its construction. It’s attractive and rather trendy, but I’d like to be able to go back in time just for an hour and see the area as it used to be.



Almost nothing is left of the landscape my characters would have known, but subtle reminders of the Explosion remain. People still unearth remnants of homes and possessions in their yards, and the neighbourhood has a special, indefinable energy. 

It’s no surprise that supernatural stories of the Explosion abound. Several years ago a friend of mine who lives in the North End had an unsettling experience. Arriving home from work one evening, she glanced in her kitchen window and saw a man dressed in old-fashioned clothes, sitting at her table. While she was looking at him, he vanished. Her experience became my inspiration for Liam Cochrane, the hero of Shattered. I taught for ten years in a school that was one of the few North End buildings to survive and, climbing the main stairs in the dark on winter mornings, I often felt that if I listened carefully enough, I’d hear children’s laughter from ninety years ago.




Blurb:

Liam Cochrane no longer belongs. He lost his youth and his brother on the battlefields of Europe. Now he’s home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, trying to dull his pain with liquor and the occasional willing woman. He’s become a stranger in the North End neighbourhood where he grew up.

Alice O’Neill has never belonged. Able to read music, but not words, she dreams of teaching piano – and of Liam, who has held her heart for years and never known. But Liam has shadowy ties in England that he’s revealed to no one, and in that fall of 1917, Halifax is on a collision course with fate. On December 6, a horrific accident of war will devastate the city’s North End. What will be left for Liam and Alice when their world is shattered?


Excerpt:

I’ll leave you with an excerpt from the beginning of the story, before Liam connects with Alice O’Neill, his heroine. At this point he’s dating Alice’s older sister, Georgie, not knowing that Alice has carried a torch for him for years. Enjoy.



Halifax, Nova Scotia 


September 1917


  “K-K-K-Katy, b-beautiful Katy,
You’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore…”
  The three singing sailors lurched along Brunswick Street, trailing liquor fumes in their wake. Liam caught his companion by the waist and pulled her out of the men’s path, into the darkened doorway of a closed pub. One of the three looked over his shoulder with a good-natured leer and snapped off a salute as limp as his wilted uniform. Giggling, Georgie pressed into Liam’s arms, edging him further back into the shadows. 
  “Liam, my head is spinning. If I have any more to drink I’ll be as tipsy as those three. It’s time to go home.”
  She snuggled against him. Her curves fit his hollows to perfection. When Liam bent his head to kiss her, she rose on her toes and tangled her fingers in his hair. A brief, fierce moment later, Georgie rested her head on his shoulder. With her pressed warmly against him, her lips grazing his neck, going home was last on the list of things Liam wanted to do. He tucked a finger under her chin and turned her face up to his.
  “You sure you’re ready to call it a night?”
  Georgie’s smoky green eyes glowed with invitation while her fingers ran lightly along his spine. “No one will be home. I didn’t say anything about calling it a night.”
  She reached for his mouth. She tasted of youth and life, heady and potent as the whiskey in his blood. Liam kissed her again, hard and deep. 
  “I like the way you think, lady. Let’s go.”  
  They had a walk ahead of them, all the way from Brunswick Street north to Richmond, but the bootlegged rye they’d shared during their picnic in Point Pleasant Park had loosened up Liam’s bad hip. As for Georgie’s inhibitions, after three evenings together he knew they didn’t need much loosening. Girls like her had been rare in Halifax before the war, but not any longer. Peekaboo blouses and skirts that showed the ankles were only surface ripples on the current of change.
  They started north past Citadel Hill, walking hand in hand. At the foot of the slope the squat base of the town clock lay in shadow, but the late sun gilded the face on its round, domed column. Half past eight.  A stiff sea breeze snapped the flags that flew from the old fort on the hilltop. Beneath, the grey stone reflected the pink of the twilight sky. Later, fog might roll in off the harbour, but for now the stored heat of buildings and cobbles kept it at bay.
  Halifax wore a grim face in the grip of winter, a drab and ghostly one in rain, but on a fine, end-of-summer day like this the city and its people smiled. Even the brick and stone of the industrial waterfront looked brighter and more welcoming, the bustle of wartime business a little less serious. The long evenings drew people out of blacked-out homes and barracks to stroll, socialize and look for trouble, always easily found around the Hill. This part of town catered to the two greatest wants of men just in from the sea, one of which was drink. 
  They passed another pub, once Liam’s favourite, now locked and shuttered under prohibition. Damn shame, but with the harbour full of ships from all over the world, a man didn’t have to settle for the rotgut served in the ‘blind pigs.’ He’d cultivated his sources since being invalided home. Forgetfulness had its price, but it was priceless.



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Comments

  1. Welcome to My Place, Jennie. Interesting place, Halifax. That explosion sounds horrendous!

    Thanks for sharing your setting with us. :-)

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  2. Thanks for having me, Cathie! Yes, the Explosion was devastating, but many amazing stories of survival and heroism came out of it. For example, there was 'Ashpan Annie', a toddler who was found in the rubble of her home days after the blast. She'd been thrown into the ash-pan beneath the kitchen stove, and the warm ashes kept her from freezing. She died last year.

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  3. This looks like an interesting story. Karen, Your published stories have all been set during war times. What attracts you to these time periods? Probably not the best use of words, but do you have a 'favorite' war period you prefer to write in?

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  4. I think I'm attracted to wartime settings because conflict is a given, and strong conflict makes for strong stories. There are two time periods that fascinate me: The American Civil War, because of its divided loyalties and the settlement of the West that followed, and World War 1, because of the staggering scale of the conflict and the change that went with it. Victorian morals and manners were swept away, women got the vote, cars replaced horses, war in the air was born, people got telephones and electricity in their homes. The World War 1 generation was unique. They experienced two world wars and the Great Depression. They grew up with horses and buggies and lived to see men walk on the moon. I can't help but admire them.

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  5. Well said! I agree about WWI. I'm sure it would have been an interesting time to live in, historically speaking. I'd almost go as far as to say we're living in similar times today. There are a lot of parallels.

    Good luck with the book!

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  6. Thanks for popping by, Scarlett.

    Jennie, you're right. It was such a time of shift and change worldwide. Old systems came to an end, new powers and technologies emerged (not all positive). I liked your mention of the baby that survived. Those stories always give you hope.

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  7. What an authentic voice you have, Jennie. I admire your ability to sink into your research so deeply. Best of luck with the book. Beautiful cover, by the way.

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  8. Thank you for visiting. I'm agree, the cover is stunning. :-)

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  9. Had to be out for most of the afternoon, but am back now. Thank you all for your comments! I love this period in history, and I'd like to read more novels set in the early 20th century. Perhaps, with the hundredth anniversaries of events like the beginning of World War 1, the sinking of the Titanic and the Halifax Explosion coming around, we will see the birth of a new sub-genre of historical fiction.

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  10. Lovely post ladies! I truly enjoyed learning a bit about the history of Halifax. And I have to say your story sounds wonderful. I love your premise that your heroine has been in love with her hero for many years, but has kept it hidden. And am very curious as to what secret he's hiding.

    This sounds like a must read to me. Definitely added to my wish list. And your cover is beautiful.

    Congratulations on your release and much success to you Jennie :)

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  11. Thank you, Christine, for popping by. Glad you enjoyed Jennie's post. :-)

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  12. Jennie, your book sounds fascinating. The 1917 time period is one I find extremely interesting.
    Thanks for sharing.

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