β Scribed by Rechy, John
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
A retelling of the stories of the fallen women of history, recounted by an eighteenth-century lady who realizes that these women's lives bear a remarkable resemblance to her own and is told by a mystic that her dreams are memories of past lives and that she must face the public to vindicate all women falsely accused of crimes.
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