"They that sow in tears shall reap in joy." The small smile rose again, brightening her face. "I remember well the day of your birth, Augustus."
"You do?" Augustus asked. It was then that his brother, Jefferson, pulled him away from her, and her veil again fell like a curtain. Although Augustus didn't know it yet, these were the first words he had ever spoken to his birth mother, and he would not uncover this secret for another eighteen years.
This beautifully constructed family saga spans three generations set all within the macabre world of the macabre civil war era American funeral industry where weepers, warners, death photographers and the new practice of embalming the dead dwelled. For generations, the women of the Fenn family have been traditional “weepers”; paid mourners who attend wakes and weep for the dead. Their counterparts, the men of the True family, are undertakers, or “warners.”
The current warner, Archer True is good at his job, but has a vice for whiskey and women, but the latter has disastrous repercussions as he’s also a married man. The weepers were always veiled and always, like him, wore black. The day that he heard a youthful voice from under her veil and it intrigued him. It wasn’t the older, raspy one he had been used to. When he finds himself irresistibly drawn to the "Weeper," Charlotte Fenn, their passionate affair results in pregnancy. The scandal of their unborn child threatens to destroy the reputations and livelihoods of both families.
To avoid ruin, Charlotte agrees to give her baby, Augustus, up to the Trues to be raised as the "twin" brother of Mrs. True's new baby. But a mother’s love doesn’t die easily. She may have given up her son, but she vows to watch and protect her Augustus grow up from a distance, secretly yearning to be close to him once more.
But every lie has its consequence, and as Augustus grows older, the truth of his origins will soon reveal itself in the most devastating way possible…
CONTENT WARNING: This book contains a situation of "Unintended Incest," NOT explicitly described. It also contains scenes of war, murder & sex, NOT explicitly described, but intended for mature audiences.
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Reviewed by K.C. Finn
“Author Greg Morgan has crafted something gothic, unique, macabre, and truly beautiful with this original novel of family feuds and industry through tragedy. I was fascinated right from the off by the setting and the concept, which has clearly been well researched to show this lesser-known profession and booming industry during the Civil War. I would highly recommend Weeper to historical fiction fans looking for something truly unique: an instant classic in family saga fiction.”
Reviewed by Michelle Mollohan
“The ending was a twist that I did not expect, but I feel that it was perfectly executed. I would recommend Weeper to anyone who enjoys historical fiction.”
Reviewed by Tammy Ruggles
“Weeper by Greg Morgan is a historical novel that will haunt you. Set against the violent backdrop of the Civil War, there are mysterious customs and professions surrounding death that most have long forgotten or know nothing about. Greg Morgan's work is solid…This novel has great pacing and a sense of atmosphere and purpose, and there are a few lighter moments too. Morgan knows what he's doing, and he executes his ideas faithfully…”
A screenwriter, producer, independent film director and author, Greg Morgan has over twenty years of experience in the arts and entertainment industry. His first feature film, 17 & Under, won Greg his first awards, garnered successful distribution and landed him squarely on the filmmaking map. Since then, he has been involved in multiple successful productions, with his latest film The Boatman winning Best Director Idyllwild Film Festival among many other wins and was a Best Director and Best Film nominee of the prestigious 33rd Annual Imagen Awards. With his debut novel Weeper, Greg has turned his expert storytelling skills into long-form narrative fiction that is sure to grip and thrill its readers till the very last page.
