No money is being made from this work of fiction and it is intended for entertainment purposes only.
Any historical inconsistencies are unintended.
Many thanks go to Mona for the inspiration and ideas that became this story. They hung from her tattered and bruised wrists and were her only adornment save the cross tucked close to her breast. They were the only bangles she had ever worn. As she ascended the planks that lead to the stake in the very heart of Rouen, it was the first time she had forgotten to notice the weight of them on her soul. But they were not her voices.