‘Twixt Night and Morn!
The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church.
Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable for although blessed with an illustrious and extensive lineage – Lady B was in truth raised in genteel affluence in the ancient City of York.
Described as the bête noire of the long forgotten dearly departed – the Lady B is a storyteller, spiritual sleuth and a seeker of the dead.
with quill and ink by candlelight.
For curious minds who are mindful to eavesdrop on the creative musings from an artist’s atelier or eager to discover the mysteries hidden within the Brigante Vault and the unquiet graveyards with their secrets of the long forgotten – why not cross the threshold to a little slice of the web to which the Lady B has since laid claim?