Before It Was Hers: A Novel of the Watchers

She already knew how to do this.

Museum conservator Wren Calloway trusts her hands over the paperwork. So when a small stone vessel crosses her bench, its grooves worked by hand instead of drill, its decades-old restoration report calling it something it plainly isn't, she pulls the thread anyway. It leads to a footnote nobody was supposed to follow.

From there: Tertullian. The Malleus Maleficarum. A list of "forbidden knowledge" that reads like an inventory of ordinary trades, midwifery, metalwork, herbcraft, the reading of the stars. And further back than that, to seven women in seven unnamed settlements, each visited at dusk by a stranger from an institution called the Watchers, each told she's been given something she has, in fact, always had.

As Wren's own case file grows a suppression code she isn't cleared to read, and a colleague risks his career to hand her the truth, ancient and present day close the same distance: between what a woman knows and what she's allowed to be credited for knowing.

A cross-cut literary thriller about the oldest bureaucracy there is, the one that decides whose knowledge counts, and whose gets called a gift, a threat, or a delusion, depending only on who's asking.

For every woman who was right before anyone arrived to confirm it.