My Lady of the South is a historical fiction novel written by Randall Parrish. The story takes place during the American Civil War and follows the life of a young woman named Virginia St. Clair. Virginia is a proud Southern belle who lives on a plantation in Georgia with her family. When the war breaks out, Virginia's life is turned upside down as she witnesses the destruction of her home and the death of her loved ones. As the war rages on, Virginia becomes involved in the Confederate cause and works as a nurse to help ...
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My Lady of the South is a historical fiction novel written by Randall Parrish. The story takes place during the American Civil War and follows the life of a young woman named Virginia St. Clair. Virginia is a proud Southern belle who lives on a plantation in Georgia with her family. When the war breaks out, Virginia's life is turned upside down as she witnesses the destruction of her home and the death of her loved ones. As the war rages on, Virginia becomes involved in the Confederate cause and works as a nurse to help wounded soldiers. During this time, she meets and falls in love with a Union soldier named Philip Wayne. The two must navigate their love for each other amidst the chaos and violence of the war. Throughout the novel, Parrish explores themes of love, loyalty, and the devastating impact of war on individuals and society. He also provides vivid descriptions of the Southern landscape and culture, as well as the brutality of the battlefield. My Lady of the South is a gripping and emotional tale that offers a unique perspective on the Civil War. It is a must-read for fans of historical fiction and those interested in the history of the United States.1909. The book begins: I now recall our part in the battle merely in a series of detached pictures, having dull, blank spaces between. Nevertheless, how vividly bright with color each separate scene photographed itself upon the retina of the eye. I remember our battery first going into action along the western edge of the old cemetery, among the billowy graves, the cracked, overturned stones; I recall the mass of green leaves, checkered by red blossoms, where the vine clambered over the large monument at our rear, and how I entangled my foot in the creepers and nearly fell. I shall never forget the ghastly white face of Rosecrans's aide, his long brown beard blown backward by force of the wind, as he came furiously spurring up the road, his head bare, his hand pointing forward, screaming out his orders; I remember the wild clang and turmoil as our startled horses plunged to the left, dragging after them the black guns, with muzzles still smoking grimly, on a mad, reckless gallop down into the shelter of a shallow ravine, splashing through the running water, and dashing in headlong impetuosity up the sharp incline of the opposite bank. See other titles by this author available from Kessinger Publishing.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.
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