Secondly I've written a couple of chapters of a book within a book, complete with random capitalisation, and annotations by the characters of the book outwith the book. For non-Scottish readers of this 'outwith' is a very useful Scottish word. Can I suggest you confuse your fellow countrymen and use it.
So I'm going to paste them here. The idea is for there to be a 'feel' of an 18th C type scientific romance novel.
By the way this is a first draft - it will be refined and tidied up as I go along. One thing to note, the author's name is Cheryil.
Even if nothing ever comes of this - it is quite fun to write.
Janneia beyond the Great Desert
Published in the year 1582 by Finola Publishers; publishers to the Gentry and all.
Chapter 1: In which we are introduced to our Heroine and she has a Strange Encounter.
Janneia was shocked. A Man had spoken to her without being properly introduced.
“I was wondering if you could direct me to the Offices of your Government,” he continued.
What a Strange Request and what a Strangely Dressed Man, his blue Shirt and red Breeches were not colours normally worn by respectable men.
“Sir, I do not know why you are asking me this, but you would have to travel to Barin if you want speak to the King or his Ministers.”
“Can you take me there?”
Janneia was taken aback, a Strange Man was wanting her to travel to Barin with him.
“It would take five days at least by Carriage if one were to travel only stopping in the evening.”
“Ah I see, I have only arrived. Where am I?”
“You are in Maroin.”
“Oh where is that?”
“And where’s Haré?”
Janneia was now intrigued, all thoughts on non-etiquette had been forgotten. “Haré shares the continent of NarHar with Olo and Piwin, close to Galien.”
“No I have never heard of any of those places. And why are you dressed so strangely? Those Skirts must be very cumbersome.”
“Sir, it is not I who is dressed strangely, it is you.”
He looked about and noticed several people staring at them. “Can you point me in the direction of any Official Building?”
“There is the Sheriff’s Office, he deals with any crimes.”
“I do not wish to report a Crime, but I suppose he will do. Or is he a she?”
“I don’t understand. The Sheriff is a Man.”
“Of course …”
“Janneia, to whom are you speaking?” she heard her Father shout.
“This Man is lost and I was trying to help him,” she explained as he approached.
“Look at him, he looks as if he is one of the Savages from The Great Desert.”
“I assure you sir I am no savage and I do not live in a Desert. Now if you would be so kind as to direct me to the Offices of … Of the Sheriff?”
“You should know better than to accost Women in the street.”
“Sir, I was not accosting women, I was merely making polite Enquiries.”
Janneia’ shock had passed. She was now feeling quite sorry for the strange man. He seemed genuinely Confused. “Sir, what is the name of your Country?” she asked.
“I hail from the State of Wyive.”
“There is no such Country,” her father admonished. “I have studied Geography and History and I happen to know there is no such place and nor has there ever been.”
“I can assure you that was the place I was in until very recently.”
The stranger looked about. “What Year is this?”
“It is the year 1575, Haré has just sealed a very favourable settlement with Galien.”
“What sort of deal, might I enquire?”
“A peace treaty, they fermented Unrest between us and we had to defend our Interests.”
“A war? But that means…” He stopped and stared, then his puzzled look was replaced by one of comprehension. “I am sorry to have troubled you and your Daughter. It is your Daughter? She has been most helpful. I must now be getting back.”
Back to where?
“Could you direct me to the nearest …” he continued. “How do you normally travel long distances?”
“By Carriage of course,” Father replied.
“Father,” Janneia whispered. “He is clearly lost and should we not fulfil our Civil Duty and help those who have come into Misfortune.”
“Hmm, yes perhaps.”
“No it I do not wish to trouble you. I must be on my way.” And with that the strangely dressed Man walked off.
“Janneia, you should not speak to Strange Men like that, you do not want to gather a Reputation,” she was told as they watched the Man walk up the street.
“Come on,” Janneia said.
“Let us follow him and see where he goes.”
“To what end?”
“To ensure that he does not befall victim to …”
“Please Father. I am curious and I believe he is Harmless.”
“Your Mother will be expecting us Home soon.”
Janneia started to follow the Man and Father seemed to have surrendered as she knew he would. The Stranger seemed unaware that they were following him. He followed the road for ten minutes and then walked off to one side. Janneia and her Father followed but before they could properly approach, there was a Bright Light and a sudden Loud Noise from behind some Rocks.
“Stay here,” her Father said as he ran towards the source of the Disturbance.
Janneia ran after her Father as quickly as her Skirts would allow. She turned the corner to see the grass on fire and the stranger sitting within a strange Machine.
“I told you to remain …” Father started to say.
“What is this Machine?” Janneia asked.
“I’m afraid I travelled a bit further than I meant to,” the stranger said. “I must try again.”
“From where have you Travelled?” Janneia asked.
“From a great distance, from the State of Wyive.” The stranger pulled a Lever, a Wheel above his Head started to spin, “Farewell helpful Girl,” he said and then after a few moments the Machine disappeared.
The silence was broken by the Birds who had remained silent during the noise, starting their singing again.
“We must speak no more of this,” Father said staring at where the Strange Man had been only a few moments previously. “Less people think we are Deluded.”
Janneia nodded, but their Strange Encounter could mean only one thing. There was Life beyond the Great Desert, no other Explanation made sense and they had Machines that allowed one to travel great distances in a blink of an Eye.
 Maroin was a town created by Cheryil. It is based loosely upon Olish, though it is closer to Barin than Olish is.
 Note the use of places Cheryil had learnt of.
 One criticism that can be levelled at Cheryil’s books is the way she allows characters to understand each other’s languages for the sake of the narrative.
Chapter 2: In which Janneia, older and wiser, replies to an unusual advertisement.
Janneia often read the Personal Advertisements in the back of the Barin Chronicle. It had taken her several weeks but she had started to understand the Code used by People looking for Romantic assignations. Her father disapproved of her Hobby, which of course made it all the more entertaining.
“I don’t understand this one,” she announced one day at breakfast.
“What does it say?”
“Adventurers required for an Expedition of Exploration.”
“Perhaps it is someone looking for Gentlemen Explorers,” her Father replied.
“Why only Gentlemen?”
“Certainly no Lady would ever attempt to join such a Voyage.”
“She would be cooped up with Men. There would be no Privacy for her Ablutions. And it would be Dangerous. Explorers always travel to Unknown Places, Populated with Savages and Cannibals. Not suitable for a Young Lady.”
Janneia was intrigued and without her Father’s Knowledge, she wrote back a letter enquiring as to the Nature of the Expedition.
I am enquiring as to the nature of your forthcoming expedition and would be interested in receiving further information. Namely, to which country are you planning to travel and are there any requirements as to who can partake in your expedition?
I for one would be most interested in joining such a venture, though I am not sure that I fulfil all the requirements you may seek.
Yours faithfully, Janneia Schmitt
She did not expect a Reply, therefore it was a Great Surprise when Two Weeks later a reply was received in the Morning Mail.
We have no preconceptions as to the members of our party, though we do insist that all associates are financially independent and can pay for their own accoutrements, clothes and so forth. In addition we would require some members with medical knowledge and knowledge of languages as we are planning to travel beyond the limits of civilisation. We intend to travel beyond The Great Desert. I cannot give out any further information, though I must express my surprise at receiving a reply from a young Lady.
Yours faithfully, Bern Morhave
Janneia corresponded with Bern Morhave over the ensuing weeks and while there was no ban on Ladies Joining the Expedition, it had never been considered. If Janneia when visiting Barin wouldn’t mind visiting, they could discuss things further.
Despite still living with Her Father, Janneia had just gained the age of majority and could therefore travel and meet with whom she liked. So it was five weeks after first noticing the Advertisement, she announced that she would be travelling to Barin.
Bern Morhave lived in one of the Narrow Streets that Branched off the Malin Road. Number 15B, Janneia read from her Letter.
She approached the black door and knocked. Two minutes later she could hear some shuffling and then the door opened to reveal a man only a little older than she was.
“I am Janneia,” she said. “I believe you have been expecting me.”
“I am Bern,” he replied staring. “Sorry I was expecting someone a bit older.”
“As was I.”
“Do come in. I have just made a pot of tea.”
Bern indicated to the room on the left and Janneia walked into a library.
“Please take a seat,” Bern said. “I shall return forthwith.”
Three minutes later Bern was pouring two cups of tea. “No I have many questions for you.”
“As do I have I for you,” Janneia replied.
“Then you go first, because if I cannot satisfy your enquiries, mine will become moot.”
“I am interested why you can travel to The Great Desert when so many have tried previously and failed,” she asked.
“Because I have knowledge.”
“And the nature of this knowledge?”
“Ah I would rather not say at the moment. Security and all that.”
“And why are you allowing a Young Lady to join you on your Adventures?” she asked.
“Because there is no good Reason to Forbid it. If a Young Lady understood the Risks and Dangers inherent in such an undertaking, then who am I to say she could not partake. When I placed my advertisement I made a promise to myself not to disallow any from taking part except for the most extreme reasons.”
“And have you had many offers?”
“Apart from yours, I have had five offers of interest. Three from ex-soldiers looking for fame and fortune. We would have need of their skills. Then one from a doctor interested in researching exotic diseases and finally the fifth person is a gentlemen like myself.”
“And have you informed them that you are accepting Ladies on your trip?”
“I have not, none of the others have met each other. More tea?”
“None of my respondents know of each other’s identity. Now can I ask you some questions?”
“Are you seriously interested in coming on such a Dangerous Voyage?”
“And what can you bring to the Party?”
“I have received what many consider to be an exceptional education for one such as I. I am fluent in three languages and can use a rifle.”
“Now I am intrigued, how come you are so fortunate?”
“My aunt. Perhaps you have heard of her. Madelera Jan Liorin, she provided my family with an Endowment. One of the Conditions was that I was to receive the best education a Woman could receive. I have had a series of Governesses of varying nationalities.”
“I have heard of your aunt.”
“And do you approve?”
“I do not disapprove, to be honest I found her exploits, how can I say this without appearing rude, entertaining. That’s the word, she was entertaining and the world is a poorer place without her.”
“And it is from my aunt that I have received my inheritance that is legally mine until I decide to marry.”
“Then I hope you will marry someone who will let you spend you inheritance as you will,” Bern replied. “Now are the stories of how your aunt earnt her money true?”
“I do not know what you mean?”
“No I suppose it was rude of me to enquire. Will you accept my apologies and we will speak no more of it.”
“I accept your apology,” Janneia said. Her aunt’s infamy was as much of a curse as her wealth had been a blessing. “I have had men call her a whore to my face.”
“And why do you wish to travel to The Great Desert,” Bern asked coming to the crux of the matter.
“Because I believe I once met someone from beyond the Great Desert.”
“No I am intrigued, what made you think that?”
“I shall tell you when you tell me the nature of your knowledge.”
Bern laughed. “I look forward to hearing your explanation. And so are you still interested in coming on our expedition?”
“I am,” Janneia replied after a moment’s thought.
When Janneia reflected upon her decision, the thing that influenced her the most was that Bern was extremely handsome.
 We believe this to be twenty. This is the age when parents in Haré are no longer legally responsible for their children. Though, as in most societies, there are a series of ages when children gain more and more responsibility.
 The term party may seem unusual here, but we believe it is meant as an alternative to the term expedition and not as we would use it.
 We know this word was not in the first editions; it was only after Cheryil’s success was she able to have it reinstated.