A Little Traitor to the South

This book was a delightful journey to the intrigue and dangers of being in love during the blockade of Charleston in 1864. I read it in a gulp and am instantly reminded of how much I love Brady's writing!

Sample the first two paragraphs:
Miss Fanny Glen's especial detestation was an assumption of authority on the part of the other sex. If there was a being on earth to whom she would not submit, it was to a masterful man; such a man as, if appearances were a criterion, Rhett Sempland at that moment assumed to be.
The contrast between the two was amusing, or would have been had not the atmosphere been so surcharged with passionate feeling, for Rhett Sempland was six feet high if he was an inch, while Fanny Glen by a Procrustean extension of herself could just manage to cover the five-foot mark; yet such was the spirit permeating the smaller figure that there seemed to be no great disparity, from the standpoint of combatants, between them after all.

...so runs the general tone of their frustrated romance. There's honor and danger and a secret and a deal more mixed up in this little tale that covers the events of two days and the characters' lives and has as its tragedy one of the great heroic endeavors of the Southern navy.