Laura Libricz's Blog, page 17
September 11, 2016
The Medieval Dungeon

A popular destination for a pleasant day trip is the medieval dungeon in Nürnberg. The cells, for housing those held during pre-trial custody, and the torture chamber stand practically unchanged over the years.
The conditions in the dunge...
September 10, 2016
The Master and the Maid by @LauraLibricz #FridayReads #BookReview #ASMSG
POTL: All Things Books, Reading and Publishing
Title: The Master and the Maid
Author: Laura Libricz
Genre: Historical Fiction, Historical Romance
Book Blurb:
She’s lost her work, her home and her freedom. Now, harboring a mysterious newborn, she could lose her life.
In 17th Century Germany on the brink of the Thirty Years War, 24-year-old Katarina is traded to the patrician Sebald Tucher by her fiancé Willi Prutt in order to pay his debts. En route to her forced relocation to the Tucher...
September 4, 2016
September 3, 2016
The Chaos Kitchen #ambaking
August 28, 2016
Two Sides to Every Story #mondayblogs
Heather: Today I have the opportunity to present the newest Two Sides to Every Story entry in the series and it is with a guest post by author Laura Libricz. This topic, The Thirty Years War, is interesting to me as I just covered this subject matter in my recent semester of class. Check it out! Read more…
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August 25, 2016
Calvin #FlashFiction -2 minute read
August 22, 2016
Cover Reveal! #historicalfiction
Germany, 1626
A senseless war rips through parts of Germany. Ongoing animosity between the Catholics and the Protestants has turned into an excuse to destroy much of the landscape in the territories situated between France, Italy and Denmark. But religion only plays a minor role in this very lucrative business of war. What better way to wage war than with underpaid, starving, sick, desperate mercenary soldiers?
Direct in the path of the...
August 18, 2016
#Fantasy #FlashFiction-2 Minute Read

Protective Plague
From the overlord’s house came a quiet but vicious argument. The other houses circling the town square stood quiet: my sister’s red wooden house built up on stilts after that last flood; the iron workers’ blue housing complex and their adjoining workshop also built on stilts; the dark-brown community building, windows tightly shuttered. The fountain in the square bubbled behind me. A mouse scurried around its stone base. The door of the overlord’s ho...August 15, 2016
Flash Fiction #mondayblogs
