Mr Thornton Takes a Wife – Part Twenty

Chapter 20 – All’s well that ends well

 

In sudden panic Margaret was hauled back to consciousness realizing she was choking!

Gasping and gagging for air, she was terrified, and her body was raked with pain. She tried to move, to make a sound, call for help but she was paralyzed. Her limbs had no strength, and she could not see nor hear nor speak. The only living thing was her extreme fear, it was like a gnawing monster deep inside her. I am dying, I am beyond rescue, it is over …

Light came suddenly back into her eyes and sound reached her ears. Sweet clean air entered her nose and mouth, and she greedily gasped until her lungs stopped aching and her mind cleared.

“Shhh! Shhh! It’s over, sweetheart, I’m here! It’s me, it’s John!”

Relief washed over her! John, thank God, John was with her!  Margaret opened her eyes and saw her husband’s face hovering over her own, his eyes full of concern. Oh, dear Lord, how wonderful to see his face and feel his hands on her.

“What happened?” Her voice was just a faint croak. Then she saw Ann Latimer! Terror washed over her once more. She gave a strangled cry and John immediately held her closer.

“Don’t be afraid, darling, she cannot do you any more harm! Look …”

Margaret did so and saw that Ann Latimer had her hands tied behind her back and that she was being held by a police officer.

Dixon sat next to her bed and held a cup to her mouth. “Come on, Miss Margaret, drink this.

It’s sweet tea and it’ll do you good.”

Margaret drank greedily from the cup and felt the soothing liquid go down her aching throat.

“I had a police officer hidden in the room”, John explained. “I let her alone with you on purpose and she rose to the bait. The officer barely had time realizing what she intended to do when it was all he could do to snatch her away from you. A vicious little cat, this one!”

While the officer led Ann Latimer away, one of the lads came stomping up the stairs.

“Master! Master! Come quickly! Higgins has caught the arsonist!”

 

It was true.

As John came out of the house, a large crowd of workers had gathered around Higgins and a tall, thin fellow in rags, held by two of his sturdiest workers. The man had something vaguely familiar but John couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Officer Mason now entered through the open Mill gate with several of his fellow men.

“Ah,” he said. “I see we’ve succeeded. Your plan worked, Mr. Thornton. This here fellow is Jay Leonards, does the name not ring a bell, sir?”

Of course! Leonards, the drunk that died in hospital after he was found near the station embankment last year. A few days after he’d seen Margaret in that same station, embracing an unknown young man. A man who turned out to be her brother but at that time, John had only being ravaged by jealousy. Now John could see the resemblance between the two well enough.

“It’s his brother,” Mason explained. “He’s been wanted by the Metropolitan Police in London for a good deal of mischief. Reckon the soil became too hot under his feet.”

Mason turned towards Leonards and grabbed the lapel of his ragged coat. “So you decided to cause trouble in Milton, then, you lowlife!”

“I … I don’t know … what you’re talking about … I never …”

Mason cut him short. “You’ve no business being on this premises, my lad, and surely not when you’re carrying a can of lamp oil and a box of matches! No, man, you’re done!”

At that moment a carriage rode through the gate at an alarming pace. The door opened to let Latimer, the banker, out.

“Thornton,” he barked. “What is this business about my daughter? They tell me she’s been taken into custody? Surely …”

Leonard’s voice was loud and shrill when he yelled. “That’s him! That’s the fellow who ordered me to set fire on the Mill! He’s the real criminal, he paid me fifty guineas for it!”

Latimer gave a harsh laugh and seemed not in the least worried. “What the deuce is this man talking about? Surely some lunatic or …”

“No, dearest father!”

Ann Latimer, held by two officers, stood proud and erect and smiled cruelly at her father.

“No, father, you are going down with me! I know what you did, I heard it all from your own lips, remember? You told me to go after John and seduce him so that he had to let his guard down and you could destroy the Mill. No, dearest father, if I’m to be punished, you will take the brunt of it!”

“Hush, you stupid girl, hold your tongue!” Latimer shouted, his voice shrill with alarm.

“Too late, Mr. Latimer!” Mason said. “It’s over! Come on, lads, bring them in!”

Stunned into disbelieve, John watched the two being led away. Latimer behind this? It was too mind-reeling!

Yet it all made sense. The damage to the looms, the fires, the attack on Margaret … and the injured boys, innocent victims of these bastards! Damn, Latimer would pay for this!

The hand of Nicholas on his shoulder brought him back into reality.

“Master,” Nicholas said softly. “John … it’s over. Go to her, she needs you now. I’ll take care of things here.”

 

Margaret lay in their bed, propped up by pillows, face pale and eyes shut. His mother rose from her seat next to the bed and withdrew as soon as he’d taken her place.

“My love, my Margaret …” he breathed, caressing her face with the back of his hand.

Margaret opened her eyes and smiled at him, so sweetly that his heart turned to water.

“John …” she whispered, “John, please, hold me …”

In one heartbeat he was beside her on their bed. He took her in his arms, ever so gently, and drew her to him, careful not to hurt her. They did not speak. The sharing of comfort and belonging together was enough and the feeling of peace and safety filled their hearts completely.

“John …”

“Mm … what, my heart”’

“John, I … I might … it could be that …” She stopped, throat tightened with sudden emotion.

He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. “It could be that you are with child, my precious love?”

“Yes … but …”

“Shhh, shhh, I know, Dr. Donaldson told me.” In a surge of protectiveness, he drew her closer again.

“We’ll wait, my darling, for Nature to take its course. Let’s not think further ahead than just now, let’s savour this moment.”

Yes, he thought, there was nothing else to do or … go insane with worry. He would stand by her, whatever came their way. Together they could face the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spanish Princess – May 5th on STARZ

  ‘THE SPANISH PRINCESS’
LAVISH NEW TRAILER

Glorious new trailer comes from Starz today, along with the May 5th airing date, for the sequel to their successful White Queen and White Princess series, super epic  THE SPANISH PRINCESS which is, technically speaking, a sort of a prequel to famous The Tudors! As you can see from the trailer the sets, cinematography, and costumes will be as lavish and breathtaking as they were in White Princess, one of the most beautifully done epic sagas we’ve ever seen. Count your days till spring when the new series airs! Poldark’s and Beowulf’s Stephen Woolfenden is directing!


The Spanish Princess will air May 5th at Starz
Click on the photo to enjoy the ladies in all their glory!
THE SPANISH PRINCESS
will see Charlotte Hope playing the young princess of Spain who was promised the English throne since she was a child. She arrives in rain lashed

Elliot Cowan and Alexandra Moen are the king and queen of England

England with her glorious court. She is Princess of Wales now, but when her husband Prince Arthur (Angus Imrie) dies suddenly, the throne seems lost

First look at Charlotte Hope as The Spanish Princess

to Catherine. Until she claims her marriage was never consummated and that as a virgin she may set her sights on the new heir, the charismatic and

Princess Catherine of Aragon arrives to England to marry the heir

headstrong Prince Harry (Ruairi O’Connor) who will one day rule as King Henry VIII. The cast will also include Elliot Cowan as Henry VII of England,

Catherine will have black court lady in the series

Alexandra Moen as his wife Elizabeth of York, Olly Rix, Laura Carmichael, Philip Cumbus and others. Check out the new magnificent

The series is based on Philippa Gregory’s best selling historical book!

trailer below for the new series! White Queen and White Princess scribeEmma Frost and Matthew Graham are already planning adaptations of Philipa Gregory’s novels Constant Princess and King’s Curse.

 

Female Epics

‘LION OF IRELAND’   
TO BE TURNED INTO EPIC SERIES
Michael Scott will turn Morgan Llywelyn’s novel LION OF IRELAND (which has been sold in more than 40 million copies so far) into TV series following Brian Boru, the greatest king Ireland has ever known, the man who liberated the Irish nation from centuries of Viking rule. It also follows the 11th-century women who shaped his life and, ultimately, history itself: Fiona, a Druid priestess; Dierdre, a warrior princess, and Gormflaith a powerful Celtic Queen. These women fight alongside, and sometimes against, Brian in an age where women were the equal of men, where they had the right to own property in their own name, train as warriors, and also divorce – taking from the marriage everything they had brought to it. Ranged against Brian and his allies are the might of the Viking world who will stop at nothing to destroy the upstart Irish king. The series will follow multiple perspectives: Irish, Viking, and Druid, and will culminate in the epic Battle of Clontarf.

Brian Boru was an 11th-century hero

 

‘ARISE’ EPIC MOVIE  
ON HISTORICAL ISRAELI WARRIOR
Speaking of strong ladies from history, Ben Howard is set to make a faith-based historical movie ARISE based on a screenplay written by Paige Collins and Mark Freiburger. It will be the Biblical account of the only female warrior in the history of ancient Israel. The story follows a people who have undergone years of oppression at the hands of King Jabin of Canaan. Against this backdrop, an ordinary woman named Deborah is called by God to rise up and deliver an unexpected victory for the chosen people of Israel. The story will be set during the time of The Book of Judges.
The movie will follow Deborah from the Bible

Good Omens 2019 – May 31st, AMAZON

Good Omens 2019

 

According to The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (the world’s only completely accurate book of prophecies), the world will end on a Saturday. Next Saturday, in fact. Just before dinner.

So the armies of Good and Evil are amassing, Atlantis is rising, tempers are flaring. Everything appears to be going according to Divine Plan. Except Aziraphale, a somewhat fussy angel, and Crowley, a fast-living demon – both of whom have lived among Earth’s mortals since The Beginning and have grown rather fond of the lifestyle – are not actually looking forward to the coming war.

And someone seems to have misplaced the Antichrist…

 

 

Brotherly Love – A North and South Novel with John Thornton – C6

Chapter Six

 

 

“Fred is this really where the coachman recommended?”

“Yes, sis. Is there anything wrong? Someone here you want to avoid?”

“Not really. Mr. Thornton was witness to my lecture and coughing incident. It was he who poured the spirits down my mouth to stop it. I have probably spoken to three people in Milton, and he is one of them. I can’t say our first meeting was pleasant.”

“Coachman says that his driver, Branson, is the best, Margaret.”

“I have little doubt there. You won’t mind if I wait in this carriage?” Margaret could feel that little flutter again. She last felt it seeing Mr. Thornton. Why now the flutter, she wondered.

The carriage was drawn to the front of the Thornton home. “Fred, by this time of day, I would think Mr. Thornton is in his office over there.”

“Yes, but if I ask at the house and I am told he isn’t there, I can ask whoever answers if I could speak with his driver.”

“And here I thought I was the only smart one in the family,” she giggled.

“Well, I am home to relieve the mantle you have had to shoulder since I left.” Fred snickered. “Mother was always quiet and frail. Father’s education was fairly focused on the clergy. You and I have had much broader educations. But as to your supposition that you were the only smart one in the family, that remains to be seen. I certainly have world experience.” Fred was starting to laugh. “What experience have you had? I know, you’ve learned about face paints, perfumes, gowns, cloth, preparing meals for five to fifty.”

“Well,” Margaret sighed. “All that in addition to what you learned. The one point that is evidently clear to me at the moment is that you are sitting here talking to me and it costs us coach time.”

Fred popped on his hat and left the coach. Margaret laughed at his antics of scurrying out of the door.

 

Hearing the small carriage, John looked out of his office window as he was getting ready to walk one of the mill sheds. With his mother not being home at the moment, he left to see who had come to his door.

He walked quickly across the mill yard.

“Hello, there! Can I help you?”

Thornton’s housekeeper, Jane opened the door to the knock.

Fred didn’t know who to question. The tall gentleman looked more imposing, and Fred figured he would start with him.

“Sir, you don’t know me. My name is Frederick Hale. My sister, who is in the carriage, and I have been recommended to your driver as to how to go about purchasing a horse and buggy.”

John looked over at the carriage and started to walk towards it, ignoring Fred.

“Is that you, Miss Hale?”

Fumbling for words, “Good morning, Mr. Thornton. Yes, it is.You have met my brother, Frederick, newly released from Her Majesty’s Navy.”

“I had no idea you had a brother. Your father never mentioned having a son.”

John turned around and shook hands. “How do you do Mr. Hale?”

“Please call me Fred.”

“Can you not convince your sister to come out of the carriage?”

Margaret interceded before Fred could urge her out. “Mr. Thornton, I am not dressed to see anyone but horses. My brother insisted that I wear old clothes and shoes.” Margaret’s heart could be felt beating rapidly once he approached the window of the coach.

“Fred, my mother who is usually at home, is at an appointment. My driver has carried her there. Should you care to wait, she could return within an hour. Branson is the man to see – that I do know.”

“Mr. Thornton, would we be able to return later and speak with him?”

“If you care not to wait, you can visit him anytime. I have no other plans today, so you should find him around the back of the house. Use that small alley there,” John pointed.

Their posturing had changed slightly, and Fred was of the distinct impression that Mr. Thornton kept glancing at his sister.

John walked back to the carriage window. “Miss Hale perhaps you will return and take a cup of tea later when your brother returns. I think my mother would like to meet the woman who taught our last class. She found the whole affair, well…how do I put this … unbelievable as I had.”

“Mr. Thornton, I shouldn’t impose on your home.”

“If you will permit me, may I insist?”

Margaret felt like the butter sitting beside the lit candle on the dining room table – slowly dissolving.

“You are hard to refuse.”

“Only if you worked for me, Miss Hale. And why aren’t you, come to think of it?”

“I’m sorry? Why aren’t I what?”

“Working for me.”

“You can’t afford me.” Surely, I didn’t say that.

John laughed, assuring himself that she was joking.

“Excuse me, Mr. Thornton, we shall return after midday.” Fred wedged the door open that John was standing in front of.

John stepped back two strides and stared at Margaret as the coached pulled away.

Fred slid to the side of the coach and turned to look at his sister in an attempt to see what had enthralled Mr. Thornton. His sister was beaming.

“Margaret, what were you doing back there just now?”

“What do you mean?”

“You were seducing the man right in front of me. Where did you learn that? You’ve come a long way, sis.”

“Fred, I did no such thing. I wouldn’t know how to and wouldn’t if I did.”

Fred slid closer to her. His face almost touching hers. You were seducing that man! He couldn’t take his eyes from you. And that line about him being hard to refuse. You’re becoming a tease.”

“I was not doing that.”

“You were!”

“Now, stop it, Fred. Fun is fun, but enough of this.”

Fred crashed back to his side of the coach, feigning a heart attack, throwing his hand over his chest. “If I wasn’t your brother, I would have swept you off your feet.”

Margaret burst out laughing. “Stop it. You’ll make me blush.”

“Please don’t. No more of your feminine wiles on me. I have been cooped up too long.”

Margaret had tears from her brother’s antics.

“I’m going to find a local tavern tonight.”

“Why?”

“Just never you mind. What were you two saying with your eyes back there?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Perhaps you don’t.”

“I don’t know the man one wit,” Margaret added. “I believe he may be nearing a wedding; I think I heard.”

“I think he just broke his vows in his mind.” Fred murmured.

“Will you cease?”

“I will stop it about him, but you!”

“Me? Could you be specific about what I was doing?”

“You should not have kept his gaze. You could have looked down or away, and not stared hard at the man. That shows interest you have in looking at him.”

“I’m not talking to you while you talk nonsense. He’s very handsome, you know. A girl doesn’t often see a strikingly good-looking man. When shall we make plans to return?”

“See? It’s worse than I thought.”

“Fred, what’s worse. I was just looking.”

“Men look all the time, but women are not supposed to do that?”

“I must have missed that at school. Is it improper for me to look?”

“Very improper.”

“I am so glad you are here to save me from myself. How did I ever get this far in my life without your guidance?” Margaret was shaking from inward laughter.

“You are already counting the time until you see him next. And I bet you change your clothes.”

“I think I should if I am having tea with his mother.”

“I see. Alright. I’ll leave it there. Let us say about 2:00 p.m. this afternoon. I am glad I am home, too. I see you do need my help with men.”

“I think it’s about time I do, don’t you?”

“Yes, but you’re off to a very precarious start. You really don’t know what you did?”

“Not in the sense that I think I am about to get scolded for.”

“By not looking demurely away or lowering your eyes, you are giving him a signal.”

“A what? A signal? When we go for tea, I’ll only look at his ceiling.”

Fred let out an exasperated wheeze.

The rest of the ride home was in quiet reflection. It all sounded too ridiculous, but she had a lot of faith in her brother. Perhaps, there was a little something to what he was saying. But to her, it all felt like innocent and decent behavior. Fred saw what he wanted to see, she thought.

 

Before Margaret and Fred were home, Branson was pulling up to the step to exit Mrs. Thornton.

Arriving home, Fred went looking for his father. Margaret went to her room, in a somewhat wistful state.

 

 

The Umbrella Academy – On Netflix NOW!

This is weird but may wind up being enjoyable.  It will flow in and out of period times, although, it can’t be called a Period Drama.  Here are a couple of videos that may pique your interest.

 

On the same day in 1989, forty-three infants are inexplicably born to random, unconnected women who showed no signs of pregnancy the day before. Seven are adopted by Sir Reginald Hargreeves, a billionaire industrialist, who creates The Umbrella Academy and prepares his “children” to save the world. But not everything went according to plan. In their teenage years, the family fractured and the team disbanded. Now, the six surviving thirty-something members reunite upon the news of Hargreeve’s passing. Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, Vanya and Number Five work together to solve a mystery surrounding their father’s death. But the estranged family once again begins to come apart due to their divergent personalities and abilities, not to mention the imminent threat of a global apocalypse.

 

 

 

 

Mr Thornton Takes a Wife – Part Nineteen

Chapter 19 – Do not trifle with John Thornton

 

John had never, in his whole life, been as stunned as he was now. “Margaret, pregnant? Oh, sweet Jesus, but … oh, Lord!”  He rubbed his face in a desperate gesture.

Dr. Donaldson quickly added,  “She is young and healthy, Mr. Thornton, she will survive this. She’s suffered from being gagged and bound for so long a time but she’ll recover fast enough if she has enough rest. However, I cannot guarantee that … that the baby will not be affected by the lack of fluids and proper air supply.”

John closed his eyes, overwhelmed by despair and sorrow.

“Are you sure that Margaret is pregnant?” he asked wearily.

“Yes, sir, your wife is about seven weeks. It’s only noticeable to me, as a professional, I doubt if she has even realized it herself. However, there has been some loss of blood. We can only wait. If the baby is affected, she will miscarry within days.”

“Can … can I see her?” John whispered.

“Of course, sir, but she’s sleeping. I gave her something mildly sedating.”

 

Nicholas came into the parlour just as the doctor had left.

“Master”, he said, “the fire has been dealt with. We were able to rescue the roof of the building but the second store floor is lost and the attic floor collapsed only minutes after we’d evacuated it. Some fifty bales went up in the flames as well. How is Miss Margaret, John? People are asking after her …”

John looked up in surprise. “They … they are? Oh, my God … of course, she’s been their advocate since the day she came to Milton. Doctor says she will recover but it will take some time. Please tell that to our lads, will you? And, Nicholas … thank you! I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Higgins grinned and took his leave.

“John?” He’d forgotten about his mother. She stood next to the parlour window, her trembling hands clasped in front of her.

“I’m sorry, mother, I’ve kept you waiting long enough. Where’s Fanny?”

“She’s returned home,” Hannah said quietly. “What did Dr. Donaldson say to you?”

John took her by the arm and led her into the master bedroom. They seated themselves next to the bed. Margaret was unconscious, sedated by Dr. Donaldson. Her pale face was smooth but the dead white colour contrasted highly with her dark brown hair.

Hannah looked at her son. She had never seen him that downcast and drawn. When he spoke, his voice was rough with suppressed emotion.

“She might be with child. Donaldson says there’s been some blood loss and it may be that she miscarries within the next days.”

Hannah’s heart lurched with deep compassion for her beloved son. She did not know what to say. She laid her hand on John’s and he grasped it fiercely. That did her in, she took him in her arms, and he sobbed, but only once.

“Don’t fret about what might come, John,” she whispered. “we’ll take that fence when we come to it. I’ll make sure that she gets enough rest and fortification. She’s very young and she’s strong. It might turn out right, you have to keep your spirits up.”

John forced himself into a very sad little smile but his eyes were weary. “Will you stay with her, mother? There’s something I have to do.”

 

John, frustrated and powerless, needed to lessen his fury about what happened to his wife. Helping Margaret had been taken out of his hands. All he could do was to wait for her to get better. Violently pushing the thought of her possible pregnancy  out of his mind, he headed for his office.

Nicholas Higgins was waiting for him there.

“Sit down, Nicholas”, he said. “We have an arsonist and a murderer to catch.”

“They’ll not set fire on the Mill again, John. I’ve got the watch doubled. He must have used lamp oil to fuel the fire, we’ve found the empty can near the place where it started. Unfortunately I have no idea as to who he is.”

“I think there are two different criminals and we’ll have to flush them out, Nicholas. Listen, I have a plan.”

 

Jay Leonards was about to take a train to London when his sponsor’s henchmen intercepted him. They dragged him, bound and blindfolded, before the man who’d ordered him to set fire on the mill.

Rage and hatred sounded in the man’s cold voice when he spat into Leonard’s face. “You have failed me again! Twice now have you forfeited a chance to burn down Marlborough Mills and you will pay dearly! Say your prayers, you’ll die a slow and agonizing death.”

“No, no, sir, I beg you! Please, sir, give me just one more chance, I’ll do it for sure now! Please, sir, please?”

 

The Milton Chronicle had a striking headline on the day after the fire, clamouring that Marlborough Mills had successfully fought off a fire that threatened to destroy the whole mill. John Thornton, the mill-owner, had promised a considerable sum of money to the individual that provided a clue as to the identity of the arsonist. The article stated further that Mrs. Margaret Thornton had been badly injured during the fire and was fighting for her life.

 

Nicholas Higgins took no chances as to the vigilance on the Mill. Two workers at each of the twenty locations he’d marked as likely to be a potential fire starter spot was no luxury at all. One of each pair would report back to him every hour. Each worker had a tin whistle in his pocket so that, if there was an attempt or even a stranger inside the Mill, the other watchmen would be there seconds later. His carefully prepared scheme paid off very nicely. When nightfall had set in, his men captured the bedraggled figure of Jay Leonards and hauled him before Higgins and John Thornton. In his pockets they found a can of fire oil, the same brand that had been used for the arson and a box of matches.

“Go and warn Mr. Mason. Tell him we’ve got a suspect,” John said to one of the men.

 

When he went back to the house, John heard voices in the parlour, indicating that they had visitors. He found his mother in the company of Fanny and Ann Latimer. The latter rose quickly as he stepped in and took his hands in hers before he knew what happened.

“Oh, John! How dreadful! Margaret so badly injured! Please accept my deepest sympathy and be assured of my ardent prayers for the recovery of Margaret’s health!”

He could have been fooled by the warm compassionate voice and the sympathy in those brown eyes, if he’d not known better. The woman was good, excellent even. He’d have to match her role playing with one of his own.

“Thank you, Ann. I may call you Ann, I hope?” And when she smiled and nodded, he continued. “I’m totally lost, Ann! This is so very hard on me that I don’t know how I’ll survive this. She is dying, Ann, my precious wife is dying and I don’t know what to do!” He hoped he’d kept his voice wavering with sorrow enough to make her let her guard down. Not that he didn’t feel his sorrow weighing him down enough.

“Can I go and see her, John? I would like to pray at her bedside for a moment.”

“Of course, my dear, come, I’ll show you to her room.”

He let her into their bedchamber where Margaret was still lying in deep sedation.  Avoiding looking at his beloved for fear of breaking down, he said, “I must see to the business, dear Ann. Just go back to the parlour when you’re finished. And, thank you for your sympathy, I appreciate it.”

After the door had closed behind him, Ann Latimer stilled herself for a few moments while contemplating Margaret’s motionless figure in the bed.

Then she came forward, took a pillow from the seat next to the bed and, with both hands, pressed it hard onto Margaret’s face. She used all reserves of strength and transferred it into her tiny white hands, the burning hate within her strengthening her even more.

 

 

 

 

 

Lambs of God – series 2019

GOTHIC SERIES WITH ESSIE DAVIS, ANN DOWD, AND SAM REID

First photos from one of the most anticipated of this year’s new epic shows! Period set Gothic thriller LAMBS OF GOD should hit Australian Foxtel sometime this year starring Essie Davis, Ann 

The series will premiere next month at Series Mania in Lille, France

Dowd and Sam Reid in a four-part drama which centers around three eccentric, secluded nuns living on a remote island, forgotten by time and the Church – until a priest unwittingly happens upon them.

LAMBS OF GOD FOLLOWS
the journey of three Catholic nuns, Sisters Iphigenia (Essie Davis), Margarita (Ann Dowd) and Carla (Jessica Barden), who are the last

Our dearest Sam Reid plays the only man in the series

remaining members of the enclosed order of St Agnes. They have forgotten the world outside until a young priest, Father Ignatius (Sam Reid), pushes his way through the undergrowth in the hope of finding prime real estate. What

The series will air sometime this summer on Foxtel in Australia

unfolds is a psychological and frightening game of survival; a thrilling ride in which the nuns become criminals and Father Ignatius is forced to confront his own personal weaknesses.

FERAL NUNS IN A MONASTERY

As you can see from the photos, the mini-series, a small screen adaptation of a Marele Day novel, will be very atmospheric and highly stylized, a lush, evocative drama that is both ancient and incredibly modern, with its timeless message of resilience, and the power of storytelling as a redemptive force. Written by Sarah Lambert, it was directed by Jeffrey Walker.

The series was shot in Sydney and Tasmania!

 

World on Fire – 6 part series

FIRST ‘WORLD ON FIRE’
PHOTOS FROM BBC’S WW2 SAGA

BBC has revealed the first photos from their new WW2 epic saga WORLD ON FIRE which stars Sean Bean, Lesley Manville, Jonah Hauer King, Helen Hunt, Blake Harrison, Ewan Mitchell, Julia Brown, in the six part drama, an adrenalized, emotionally gripping and resonant drama following the first year of World War II told through the intertwining fates of ordinary people drawn from Britain, Poland, France, Germany and the United States as they grapple with the effect of the war on their everyday lives.

WORLD ON FIRE SERIES
follows hidden human stories: from Harry, a young English translator in Warsaw caught up in negotiations with the Nazis and trying to smuggle his Polish lover Kasia out of the country, to Lois, the girl who is waiting for him at home, a young Mancunian factory worker who will come to take all the opportunities the war can offer to live a different kind of life…to Nancy, a female US war correspondent who can’t find peace unless her life is at risk, to the Rossler family in Berlin, worried for their soldier son and willing to do anything to protect their disabled daughter from the attentions of the ruling Nazi regime.