I just wrote the first sentence in Book Five Which Doesn’t Have A Title Yet But Needs One Soon. It goes:
The muffled oars whispered secrets to the river as the boat slipped downstream, returning Major John André to the safety of the Vulture.
History buffs will note right away that something is seriously off, but I’ll make it clear to all in the subsequent paragraphs why and how André is not on the land route leading to capture and execution for spying.
It’s good to be started on the new project!
Erica H. Smith 