Leia Kay

I didn’t go to the Castillo de San Marcos looking for my next novel.

I went as a tourist. A history lover. Someone who has always been drawn to old walls and the stories they hold.

And then the guide told us about two bodies found sealed inside a coquina wall.

“They were lovers,” he said.

Everyone around me sighed in that soft, romantic way people do when tragedy feels poetic.

But I couldn’t.

I stood th Read more of this blog post »