Tempest Nightingale LeTrope is a failed Victorian novelist who fell asleep after pricking her finger on an old spinning wheel while exploring the attic in what was once the Overlook Hotel but became the Netherworld hotel upon imploding into the Netherworld. She refuses to be a failure in this new century. Her mode of dress and way of speaking may be a tad outmoded, but she is a thoroughly modern lady. Do not confuse her with any frail waif.
Tempest is somewhat enamored of H.P. Lovecraft and enjoys inviting him up to her garret for tea and picking his brain. Not eating his brain--Tempest is not a zombie.
Writing, writing, and more writing. Costumes, theatre, cinema. Reading. Tempest is particularly fond of pulp fiction. Reading it makes her feel rather naughty.
Please become a fan of Tempest on her Facebook page.
Tempest is somewhat enamored of H.P. Lovecraft and enjoys inviting him up to her garret for tea and picking his brain. Not eating his brain--Tempest is not a zombie.
Writing, writing, and more writing. Costumes, theatre, cinema. Reading. Tempest is particularly fond of pulp fiction. Reading it makes her feel rather naughty.
Please become a fan of Tempest on her Facebook page.
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