The Famished Country, book 3 in Rebels Along the Rio Grande, my trilogy of middle grade historical novels set in New Mexico Territory during the American Civil War, comes out this fall. If you've read Where Duty Calls or The Worst Enemy, books 1 and 2, you will know that, while the main characters are fictitious, many of the background and supporting characters are not. I developed my main characters by blending the experiences of several real people, so that my characters could be all the places I wanted them to be, but I set them into a world that was real and filled with real people. Here is an introduction to one of the principal characters and the real and fictious people in her life:
Annabel Lee Watkins is the beautiful teenaged daughter of a Major in the Union Army. Her mother died giving birth to her, and her father has been dragging her from fort to fort her whole life.
Annabel's father named her after the last poem Edgar Allen Poe wrote. It was about his great love for a dead woman, and has always made Annabel wonder if her father actually sees her, or the shadow of her dead mother.
Annabel despises the rustic forts of the American West and longs to be sent back east to a finishing school where she will learn the manners and make the connections that will allow her to live a much more refined life.
Annabel's father named her after the last poem Edgar Allen Poe wrote. It was about his great love for a dead woman, and has always made Annabel wonder if her father actually sees her, or the shadow of her dead mother.
Annabel despises the rustic forts of the American West and longs to be sent back east to a finishing school where she will learn the manners and make the connections that will allow her to live a much more refined life.
When Colonel Canby, the Commandant of all Union troops in New Mexico Territory learns that a Confederate Force is advancing towards Fort Craig, he sends the fort's women and children north to keep them out of harm's way. Wagons filled with these refugees lumber up the Camino Real, the old Spanish Royal Road that stretched up the Rio Grande. Some of the riders are bound for Fort Union, the great supply depot that guards the final stretches of the Santa Fe Trail, but Annabel's journey ends in Santa Fe.
Annabel is the reason that Raul Atencio becomes trapped in Fort Craig in book 1, Where Duty Calls. The nephew of a prominent Socorro merchant, Raul is delivering corn to the fort when he first lays eyes on the girl that he only knows as 'The Major's Golden Daughter.' Smitten with the haughty beauty, Raul finds excuses to visit the fort. On one of those visits, he finds Annabel gone and the Confederates present. He is forced to stay, and ends up participating in the Battle of Valverde as a runner for Kit Carson, the famous mountain man and scout who is leading a group of New Mexico Volunteers.
In Santa Fe, Annabel finds shelter in the home of Louisa Canby, the wife of Colonel Canby. Annabel expects life with the officer's wife to be a whirl of balls, teas, and social events, but Mrs. Canby is a practical woman and has turned her home into a hospital for wounded Confederates as a way to keep Santa Fe from being looted.
Annabel sees Jemmy Martin, a wounded Confederate, as a way out of her circumstances. But Jemmy, and fate, has different plans for her.
Annabel sees Jemmy Martin, a wounded Confederate, as a way out of her circumstances. But Jemmy, and fate, has different plans for her.
Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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