In which I plod forward

[ramblin_phyl]

Decisions, decisions. How do I show my heroine as having eclectic tastes in men without making her a slut? This is England 1838 at the coronation of Victoria so it's a little harder for a 6' tall blonde woman of Junoesque proportions who has never married, bills herself as the bastard daughter of a Gypsy king, and hosts the most popular salon in

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[mevennen]

I have no suggestions but she sounds amazing!

[ramblin_phyl]

Madame Magdala is one of those characters that popped on stage fully formed complete with backstory when the Book View Cafe began developing our shared world anthology "The Shadow Conspiracy." The current book has grown out of a couple of short stories in that world.

I love working with her as she flits between the Victorian Underworld, Romany camps, and the darling of the elite.

[martianmooncrab]

*pillow talk* because really, scoring some intelligent conversation is a big turn on..

[ramblin_phyl]

Of course! One can talk science at the salon and she can interrogate the other on necromancy later, in private.

[joycemocha]

Perhaps an early unfortunate "marriage" which ended with the husband conveniently dying at war...or even assuming the role of a widow long enough ago that no one knows who the husband (if he existed) was, say five to ten years. That gives her respectability without the requirements of deep mourning.

[ramblin_phyl]

She could of course do that. Haven't set it up in the back story short stories. But I could make reference to it in the book, since we all know it is a construct even if London Society doesn't.