February 2010 Archives
Dear Readers,
Michael proposed to me on the porch on an Indian Summer evening in October of 1915. We were sitting out there after dinner. My parents and Rita Jolivet went to bed, leaving Michael and me alone. I told Michael at least he did not want to be a hero. Edward had written me that he thought I would want to be proud of his military exploits in the Dardanelles and with Lawrence. Michael tried to take advantage of my disappointment that Edward would not be coming home soon to try to kiss me. He said that we Lusitania survivors had to stick together.
I pushed him away. I don't feel about him the way I feel about Edward. But I didn't do it soon enough to avoid having Michael propose to me. He said Edward would not come back and who would I marry then. I asked him if he would have me on those terms, knowing I loved another man. He said a dead man was no man at all. He cuddled up to worms only. With that he left me alone to weep about Edward.
I asked Edward, though my fiance couldn't hear me, how he could leave me alone like this. I had only the night to embrace me.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. You can read about my adventures in King Abdullah's Tomb, the first volume of my memoirs.
Michael proposed to me on the porch on an Indian Summer evening in October of 1915. We were sitting out there after dinner. My parents and Rita Jolivet went to bed, leaving Michael and me alone. I told Michael at least he did not want to be a hero. Edward had written me that he thought I would want to be proud of his military exploits in the Dardanelles and with Lawrence. Michael tried to take advantage of my disappointment that Edward would not be coming home soon to try to kiss me. He said that we Lusitania survivors had to stick together.
I pushed him away. I don't feel about him the way I feel about Edward. But I didn't do it soon enough to avoid having Michael propose to me. He said Edward would not come back and who would I marry then. I asked him if he would have me on those terms, knowing I loved another man. He said a dead man was no man at all. He cuddled up to worms only. With that he left me alone to weep about Edward.
I asked Edward, though my fiance couldn't hear me, how he could leave me alone like this. I had only the night to embrace me.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. You can read about my adventures in King Abdullah's Tomb, the first volume of my memoirs.
Dear Readers,
I went downtown with my mother and Rita Jolivet, my friend from the Lusitania, to try on wedding dresses. We met my father and Mr. Byrne for lunch at the Duquesne Club. A waiter approached us with a cable. It was from Lady Ware, Edward's mother. At first I thought he had been killed. Rita grabbed the letter and read it. Lady Ware was asking me if I had heard from him. Apparently she hadn't heard anything since he left in late May at the pier in Liverpool.
When I got back to the house Viola met me with a letter from Edward which I had just missed when I'd gone back to Bryn Mawr. He says he would like to come home early but can't. He would disgrace his family and his country. But he asked me to wait for him. He says Lawrence's campaign shouldn't take very long. He should be home in a couple of months.
I got angry and threw his letter down and stepped on it. Mr. Byrne looked at me as if to say he told me so.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I went downtown with my mother and Rita Jolivet, my friend from the Lusitania, to try on wedding dresses. We met my father and Mr. Byrne for lunch at the Duquesne Club. A waiter approached us with a cable. It was from Lady Ware, Edward's mother. At first I thought he had been killed. Rita grabbed the letter and read it. Lady Ware was asking me if I had heard from him. Apparently she hadn't heard anything since he left in late May at the pier in Liverpool.
When I got back to the house Viola met me with a letter from Edward which I had just missed when I'd gone back to Bryn Mawr. He says he would like to come home early but can't. He would disgrace his family and his country. But he asked me to wait for him. He says Lawrence's campaign shouldn't take very long. He should be home in a couple of months.
I got angry and threw his letter down and stepped on it. Mr. Byrne looked at me as if to say he told me so.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
No sooner did Michael rescue me from my dorm at Bryn Mawr and take me home than Rita Jolivet appeared. I did not even realize that she survived the sinking of the Lusitania. The last time I saw her she was being washed off the deck by a wave. Apparently my mother read about at movie she was making, called her, and invited her to our house for Fall Break. We spent all day chatting.
She made one faux pas. My mother mentioned that I was getting married. Rita burst out, "Oh, so you're finally marrying Michael Byrne!" A tense silence ensued. My father complained that I was marrying an English lord. After dinner I took Rita up to my bedroom and explained all about Edward and showed her my Crusader Ring.
Michael weighed on my conscience. I fear he has a crush on me. We remain, I hope, good friends.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
No sooner did Michael rescue me from my dorm at Bryn Mawr and take me home than Rita Jolivet appeared. I did not even realize that she survived the sinking of the Lusitania. The last time I saw her she was being washed off the deck by a wave. Apparently my mother read about at movie she was making, called her, and invited her to our house for Fall Break. We spent all day chatting.
She made one faux pas. My mother mentioned that I was getting married. Rita burst out, "Oh, so you're finally marrying Michael Byrne!" A tense silence ensued. My father complained that I was marrying an English lord. After dinner I took Rita up to my bedroom and explained all about Edward and showed her my Crusader Ring.
Michael weighed on my conscience. I fear he has a crush on me. We remain, I hope, good friends.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
At long last I was rescued from my dorm room at Denbigh Hall at Bryn Mawr College. I managed to flee Ali on my window sill outside my bay window and escape downstairs to the bells desk. I called the police. They refused to come. They thought it was a campus prank.
I called Michael. He came all the way from New York. I was holed up in the second floor bathroom hiding in the shower. Ali broke down the door. I tried to buy time by asking him all sorts of questions. I made the mistake of mentioning Lawrence. That enraged the Arab saboteur. He threw a knife at me.
I fled down the hall into Michael's arms. The saboteur leaped out the window. Michael took me home to Pittsburgh.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. Michael and I are great friends from the Lusitania. Lusitania survivors have to stick together, as Rita Jolivet always says.
Dear Readers,
A note:
Even if Helga has engaged in some sort of manipulation to get Edward to sleep with her, I know he has never been unfaithful to me in spirit. In other words, he doesn't love her. He loves me. He has never loved her. He has always loved me. And he met me first.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. He met me right after the Lusitania.
A note:
Even if Helga has engaged in some sort of manipulation to get Edward to sleep with her, I know he has never been unfaithful to me in spirit. In other words, he doesn't love her. He loves me. He has never loved her. He has always loved me. And he met me first.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. He met me right after the Lusitania.
Dear Readers,
I dreamed that Edward visited Helga's house in London. He knocked on the door. She answered and simpered, ushering him into her bedroom where they were alone. She disappeared into the bathroom and came back totally naked. While he bit his lip and closed his eyes, she knelt in front of him and unzipped his zipper. She performed fellatio on him while he tried to resist. She pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. She rode my husband until she got him to spit sperm at her. Meanwhile he tried to hold himself apart, trying not to even look at her.
When she was finished, he got up, zipped his zipper. Glaring at her in defiance, he said he hoped he never saw her again. He marched out of the room while she cackled, still naked on the bed.
Why did I dream this? When did this happen? It certainly wasn't on the Lusitania!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I dreamed that Edward visited Helga's house in London. He knocked on the door. She answered and simpered, ushering him into her bedroom where they were alone. She disappeared into the bathroom and came back totally naked. While he bit his lip and closed his eyes, she knelt in front of him and unzipped his zipper. She performed fellatio on him while he tried to resist. She pushed him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. She rode my husband until she got him to spit sperm at her. Meanwhile he tried to hold himself apart, trying not to even look at her.
When she was finished, he got up, zipped his zipper. Glaring at her in defiance, he said he hoped he never saw her again. He marched out of the room while she cackled, still naked on the bed.
Why did I dream this? When did this happen? It certainly wasn't on the Lusitania!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
I wonder who the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman was who was seen in Edward's tent? I did not hear about her from Edward in his letters. I heard about her from other British soldiers who visited the encampment of Lawrence of Arabia and then wrote about their visit in British newspapers. Rita Jolivet, my friend from the Lusitania, sent me one, thinking I might be interested. She underlined the appropriate passages and advised me to marry Edward as soon as possible.
The article says she is a young Arab Bedouin woman who is svelte and shapely. They speculate that she might be a serving woman. But I wonder exactly what she is serving Lieutenant Edward Ware?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I wonder who the dark-haired, dark-eyed woman was who was seen in Edward's tent? I did not hear about her from Edward in his letters. I heard about her from other British soldiers who visited the encampment of Lawrence of Arabia and then wrote about their visit in British newspapers. Rita Jolivet, my friend from the Lusitania, sent me one, thinking I might be interested. She underlined the appropriate passages and advised me to marry Edward as soon as possible.
The article says she is a young Arab Bedouin woman who is svelte and shapely. They speculate that she might be a serving woman. But I wonder exactly what she is serving Lieutenant Edward Ware?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
As I go to school at Bryn Mawr I wonder what Edward is up to in the Dardanelles. I am busy with reports and papers about archaeology, including the dig at Carchemish that his father, Sir Adolphus, participated in along with T. E. Lawrence and Leonard Woolley. Is he spending all his time fighting? I hope he is not cavorting with the women in Greece or the Near East.
Edward reminds me of the type of man who needs a woman around. He certainly knew where to keep me during the three weeks of our courtship at Ware Hall in England last May and early June. And it's not proper to say here. I hope another lady is not now serving the same purpose.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. It's more stressful than when I was on the Lusitania. And I never stop thinking about Edward and the ladies.
As I go to school at Bryn Mawr I wonder what Edward is up to in the Dardanelles. I am busy with reports and papers about archaeology, including the dig at Carchemish that his father, Sir Adolphus, participated in along with T. E. Lawrence and Leonard Woolley. Is he spending all his time fighting? I hope he is not cavorting with the women in Greece or the Near East.
Edward reminds me of the type of man who needs a woman around. He certainly knew where to keep me during the three weeks of our courtship at Ware Hall in England last May and early June. And it's not proper to say here. I hope another lady is not now serving the same purpose.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. It's more stressful than when I was on the Lusitania. And I never stop thinking about Edward and the ladies.
Dear Readers,
Ali is kneeling on my window sill at Denbigh Hall at Bryn Mawr College. I cannot find anybody to help me. All the girls are at Taylor Hall for Lantern Night and the Step-Sing. I can hear them singing "Akou-ee" in classical Greek from my room where I am frozen in place with my hand on the doorknob. Edward is the Dardanelles thousands of miles away. My parents are in Pittsburgh. Even Michael Byrne is in New York. None of my friends from the Lusitania is nearby either. Nor is there a telephone in my room. I certainly don't have a gun. What do I do?
Should I hold a contest to see if any of you can figure it out?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Ali is kneeling on my window sill at Denbigh Hall at Bryn Mawr College. I cannot find anybody to help me. All the girls are at Taylor Hall for Lantern Night and the Step-Sing. I can hear them singing "Akou-ee" in classical Greek from my room where I am frozen in place with my hand on the doorknob. Edward is the Dardanelles thousands of miles away. My parents are in Pittsburgh. Even Michael Byrne is in New York. None of my friends from the Lusitania is nearby either. Nor is there a telephone in my room. I certainly don't have a gun. What do I do?
Should I hold a contest to see if any of you can figure it out?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
Dora says my anniversary is the same day as my birthday --- September 30. It was the first day that the church near Hampton Court was available after I arrived in England. It was not planned. It was a coincidence. I bet you didn't know.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No, the rumor is not true! I did not meet Edward on the Lusitania.
Dora says my anniversary is the same day as my birthday --- September 30. It was the first day that the church near Hampton Court was available after I arrived in England. It was not planned. It was a coincidence. I bet you didn't know.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No, the rumor is not true! I did not meet Edward on the Lusitania.
Dear Readers,
King Adullah's Tomb shows that Edward should never have met Helga. She was an Arab bandit married to an Arab mercenary who captured Edward after the Battle of Petra. She and her first husband dragged Edward to a shed and tied him down. They tortured him. Obviously if Edward had been with Lawrence that night he would never have been taken prisoner. I came that close to having a totally different life, one free of Helga von Wessel. That would be paradise on earth.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. At least I didn't see her aboard the Lusitania!
King Adullah's Tomb shows that Edward should never have met Helga. She was an Arab bandit married to an Arab mercenary who captured Edward after the Battle of Petra. She and her first husband dragged Edward to a shed and tied him down. They tortured him. Obviously if Edward had been with Lawrence that night he would never have been taken prisoner. I came that close to having a totally different life, one free of Helga von Wessel. That would be paradise on earth.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. At least I didn't see her aboard the Lusitania!
Dear Readers,
One reason you might enjoy reading volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, is because that creature, Helga von Wessel, doesn't appear even once. She certainly does not have a speaking part. In fact, she is only alluded to in vague terms and that can be ignored. That one allusion occurs in the very last chapter. Nor do I understand it at the time. The novel ends without her presence marring it.
Too bad I can't say as much for the later volumes of my memoirs!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. Helga was not a passenger on the Lusitania.
One reason you might enjoy reading volume one of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, is because that creature, Helga von Wessel, doesn't appear even once. She certainly does not have a speaking part. In fact, she is only alluded to in vague terms and that can be ignored. That one allusion occurs in the very last chapter. Nor do I understand it at the time. The novel ends without her presence marring it.
Too bad I can't say as much for the later volumes of my memoirs!
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. Helga was not a passenger on the Lusitania.
Dear Readers,
One of these days someone will rescue me from Denbigh Hall. I am still standing here where I have been for weeks in my dorm room on the second floor at Bryn Mawr College in 1915. I am looking out at Ali, the saboteur from the Lusitania who is still on my window sill right outside the bay window seat with the fancy cushions that my mother gave me. The other girls at still at the Step-Sing on Lantern Night in October. I have to find a phone.
Maybe one of you brave readers will save me. Or maybe you should call Edward for me. I don't know his phone number, if they even have phones in the Syrian Desert riding with Lawrence of Arabia. Certainly they can't take phones with them on the camels.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
One of these days someone will rescue me from Denbigh Hall. I am still standing here where I have been for weeks in my dorm room on the second floor at Bryn Mawr College in 1915. I am looking out at Ali, the saboteur from the Lusitania who is still on my window sill right outside the bay window seat with the fancy cushions that my mother gave me. The other girls at still at the Step-Sing on Lantern Night in October. I have to find a phone.
Maybe one of you brave readers will save me. Or maybe you should call Edward for me. I don't know his phone number, if they even have phones in the Syrian Desert riding with Lawrence of Arabia. Certainly they can't take phones with them on the camels.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
Do you want to know what I look like? Do you think I am fat and frumpy, a Plain Jane, or very average? Do you picture me as glamorous? You may get a chance to see me this week on the Historical Novel Blog. But if you don't I promise I will tell you where to look to find my photo.
This was a picture of me when I married Edward. If you want a picture of me when I was on the Lusitania you will have to wait until I find one to post.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Do you want to know what I look like? Do you think I am fat and frumpy, a Plain Jane, or very average? Do you picture me as glamorous? You may get a chance to see me this week on the Historical Novel Blog. But if you don't I promise I will tell you where to look to find my photo.
This was a picture of me when I married Edward. If you want a picture of me when I was on the Lusitania you will have to wait until I find one to post.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
Edward is riding with Lawrence of Arabia. But he might write in to the Historical Novel Blog this coming week anyway. That should be exciting. He writes very long letters from the battlefields of Arabia. You might get to read something I have never read.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. He doesn't write about the Lusitania, but the Battle of Petra is just as suspenseful.
Edward is riding with Lawrence of Arabia. But he might write in to the Historical Novel Blog this coming week anyway. That should be exciting. He writes very long letters from the battlefields of Arabia. You might get to read something I have never read.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. He doesn't write about the Lusitania, but the Battle of Petra is just as suspenseful.
Dear Readers,
I hope you are ready to play a game, a guessing game. You might even do some research either online or at the public library. Heavens forbid! You might even look up the answers in the first volume of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
You need look no further than the first section of the novel, the Lusitania scene to find out who lifted the lid off of hell and how long it took the Lusitania to sink. Then you can become a winner on the Historical Novel Blog and get yourself a free book.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I hope you are ready to play a game, a guessing game. You might even do some research either online or at the public library. Heavens forbid! You might even look up the answers in the first volume of my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb.
You need look no further than the first section of the novel, the Lusitania scene to find out who lifted the lid off of hell and how long it took the Lusitania to sink. Then you can become a winner on the Historical Novel Blog and get yourself a free book.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
The prize book arrived today. The extra copy of King Abdullah's Tomb that we ordered from the printer, specially made up for this occasion, showed up on our doorstep. It will be given away to a worthy reader who can answer the questions we have posed about my memoirs. Hint: Read the Lusitania section to find the answers. That's the first part of the novel.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. If you want to play the game log in to the Historical Novel Blog starting Monday.
The prize book arrived today. The extra copy of King Abdullah's Tomb that we ordered from the printer, specially made up for this occasion, showed up on our doorstep. It will be given away to a worthy reader who can answer the questions we have posed about my memoirs. Hint: Read the Lusitania section to find the answers. That's the first part of the novel.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. If you want to play the game log in to the Historical Novel Blog starting Monday.
Dear Readers,
I should write a novel about the Lusitania. I met so many interesting characters onboard that I could write several swashbucklers, murder thrillers, and romances. There was Elbert Hubbard, Frohmann, and Vanderbilt to name a few. I must not forget my friend, the actress, Rita Jolivet.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I should write a novel about the Lusitania. I met so many interesting characters onboard that I could write several swashbucklers, murder thrillers, and romances. There was Elbert Hubbard, Frohmann, and Vanderbilt to name a few. I must not forget my friend, the actress, Rita Jolivet.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
My favorite part of my memoirs is when I meet Edward right after the sinking of the Lusitania on May 8, 1915. If you recall, he came to Queenstown, Ireland to fetch my family and me and take us back to Ware Hall. It was love at first sight. He sat on my bed and gobbled down my breakfast while giving me the eye as if he wanted to make love to me right then and there. Of course we did make love for the first time a mere two days later.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
My favorite part of my memoirs is when I meet Edward right after the sinking of the Lusitania on May 8, 1915. If you recall, he came to Queenstown, Ireland to fetch my family and me and take us back to Ware Hall. It was love at first sight. He sat on my bed and gobbled down my breakfast while giving me the eye as if he wanted to make love to me right then and there. Of course we did make love for the first time a mere two days later.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
Did you know I go many of the ideas for my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, in the shower? You can picture me standing there in my clawfoot bathtub with the curtain pulled around me composing away in my head. This was years before I was to get my pool-like tub at our house at Gezira. Oh, I shouldn't have mentioned that! I am supposed to be sticking to the first novel. This is one of the many facts you will discover about me if you log in to the HIstorical Novel Blog next week.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No, I didn't compose on the Lusitania.
Did you know I go many of the ideas for my memoirs, King Abdullah's Tomb, in the shower? You can picture me standing there in my clawfoot bathtub with the curtain pulled around me composing away in my head. This was years before I was to get my pool-like tub at our house at Gezira. Oh, I shouldn't have mentioned that! I am supposed to be sticking to the first novel. This is one of the many facts you will discover about me if you log in to the HIstorical Novel Blog next week.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. No, I didn't compose on the Lusitania.
Dear Readers,
We are playing a little game here at Cheops Books. Can you answer two questions? It helps to have read King Abdullah's Tomb, but you might be able to answer them anyway. If you want to play this game and win the prize, log in to the historical novel blog next week. The prize is a hardback copy of my memoirs. The two questions are:
1)Who lifted the lid off of hell?
2)How long did it take for the Lusitania to sink?
I will give you a clue. The answers to both questions will be found in the first eighty-seven pages of the book.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
We are playing a little game here at Cheops Books. Can you answer two questions? It helps to have read King Abdullah's Tomb, but you might be able to answer them anyway. If you want to play this game and win the prize, log in to the historical novel blog next week. The prize is a hardback copy of my memoirs. The two questions are:
1)Who lifted the lid off of hell?
2)How long did it take for the Lusitania to sink?
I will give you a clue. The answers to both questions will be found in the first eighty-seven pages of the book.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
King Abdullah's Tomb might appear on two other blogs in the next couple of weeks. We will let you know the details as soon as we do.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. My experiences on the Lusitania will be featured.
King Abdullah's Tomb might appear on two other blogs in the next couple of weeks. We will let you know the details as soon as we do.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. My experiences on the Lusitania will be featured.
Dear Readers,
We are not publishing King Abdullah's Tomb in paperback. You won't find it on Amazon.com. Why not? In case you did not notice, the paperback for Those Who Dream By Day was not very sturdy. The printer did a bad job. We don't want to repeat that. Besides, most people these days seem to want to order in hardback or in an ebook format. Has the paperback become passe?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I should have held a book signing in Kaufmanns during the Great War. Perhaps I should have done in under the Kaufmanns Clock. Certainly people would have wanted to read about the Lusitania.
We are not publishing King Abdullah's Tomb in paperback. You won't find it on Amazon.com. Why not? In case you did not notice, the paperback for Those Who Dream By Day was not very sturdy. The printer did a bad job. We don't want to repeat that. Besides, most people these days seem to want to order in hardback or in an ebook format. Has the paperback become passe?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. I should have held a book signing in Kaufmanns during the Great War. Perhaps I should have done in under the Kaufmanns Clock. Certainly people would have wanted to read about the Lusitania.
Dear Readers,
We are giving away a free hardback copy of King Abdullah's Tomb on the Historical Novel Review Blog during the week of February 15. Log in and find out all about the event. We will play a game, and there will be prizes. You will find out a lot more about me, the Lusitania, and Edward. I understand there is to be an interview format.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
We are giving away a free hardback copy of King Abdullah's Tomb on the Historical Novel Review Blog during the week of February 15. Log in and find out all about the event. We will play a game, and there will be prizes. You will find out a lot more about me, the Lusitania, and Edward. I understand there is to be an interview format.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
February is the month. King Abdullah's Tomb has now been published. You will find it on Amazon.com. You will also find it on the Historical Novel Review Blog from February 15 to February 19. We are giving away a hardback copy of King Abdullah's Tomb as pictured on the front page of the Cheops Books website. If you want your own copy with the stunning cover photo log in at the appointed time.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. You can read all about my experiences on the Lusitania and Edward's experiences in the Syrian Desert with Lawrence of Arabia.
February is the month. King Abdullah's Tomb has now been published. You will find it on Amazon.com. You will also find it on the Historical Novel Review Blog from February 15 to February 19. We are giving away a hardback copy of King Abdullah's Tomb as pictured on the front page of the Cheops Books website. If you want your own copy with the stunning cover photo log in at the appointed time.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
P.S. You can read all about my experiences on the Lusitania and Edward's experiences in the Syrian Desert with Lawrence of Arabia.
Dear Readers,
I'm still standing here in my dorm room at Denbigh Hall at Bryn Mawr College where I have been abandoned. Ali is still outside my window. Eye to eye with a saboteur is not the place to be, especially when this is the saboteur who was responsible for helping to sink the Lusitania. He captured me and dragged me from cabin to cabin. Now he's here to try to murder me again.
It is hard to understand why he is following me. What do I have that he wants?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
I'm still standing here in my dorm room at Denbigh Hall at Bryn Mawr College where I have been abandoned. Ali is still outside my window. Eye to eye with a saboteur is not the place to be, especially when this is the saboteur who was responsible for helping to sink the Lusitania. He captured me and dragged me from cabin to cabin. Now he's here to try to murder me again.
It is hard to understand why he is following me. What do I have that he wants?
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Dear Readers,
Today is the official publication date of King Abdullah's Tomb, the second edition of Those Who Dream By Day. I've often been asked what the difference is between the two volumes since they tell the same story in the same words. Those Who Dream By Day features Edward and Dora against a backdrop of sand dunes on the front cover and includes drawings of the Lusitania on the book flaps and as a frontispiece. King Abdullah's Tomb has a professional photo of a camel train against the backdrop of the Sahara Desert on the front cover. Dora's and Edward's photos have been moved to the book flaps. A picture of Lawrence of Arabia is included as a frontispiece.
The cover copy is also quite different. The back cover of Those Who Dream By Day emphasizes Dora's experiences on the Lusitania. King Abdullah's Tomb plays up Edward's experiences in Petra.
Other than that, the only other difference is that King Abdullah's Tomb omits the last chapter of Those Who Dream By Day. That textual changes provides a better lead in to the rest of the story.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
Today is the official publication date of King Abdullah's Tomb, the second edition of Those Who Dream By Day. I've often been asked what the difference is between the two volumes since they tell the same story in the same words. Those Who Dream By Day features Edward and Dora against a backdrop of sand dunes on the front cover and includes drawings of the Lusitania on the book flaps and as a frontispiece. King Abdullah's Tomb has a professional photo of a camel train against the backdrop of the Sahara Desert on the front cover. Dora's and Edward's photos have been moved to the book flaps. A picture of Lawrence of Arabia is included as a frontispiece.
The cover copy is also quite different. The back cover of Those Who Dream By Day emphasizes Dora's experiences on the Lusitania. King Abdullah's Tomb plays up Edward's experiences in Petra.
Other than that, the only other difference is that King Abdullah's Tomb omits the last chapter of Those Who Dream By Day. That textual changes provides a better lead in to the rest of the story.
Sincerely yours,
Dora Benley
