Please Publish Joan!

Help me get my Joan of Arc novel published

That night, you and Joan soar among the butterflies as you have many times in the past, but even as you participate in her dream, a corner of your mind frets over her irrational gaiety. Does she think she’s going to escape this net the English have caught her in? Around and around she flies, rising so high at times that her fluttering friends cannot keep up and must circle below, waiting for her return.

The air is clean and cold. The skies of her mind, bright and unclouded.