Title: Eleanor’s Gift
Author: Isis Sousa
Genre: Gothic/Dark Fantasy/Horror/Paranormal
Publisher: Tragic Books
Release Date: Oct 30 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Illustrations: Characters and Ornaments Pencil Sketches
Eleanor’s Gift is a Gothic short story, adorned with black and white illustrations and an atmosphere of darkness.
During the last days of autumn, a wave of strange happenings creeps into Lord Welton’s life. It all starts when he brings the sole survivor of a mysterious accident into his household. Soon people close to Lord Welton begin to disappear and a tenebrous danger falls upon the one he loves the most.
The dawn cut through the mighty night. The sun’s rays tinted the early day with slight hues of pink while the mountains and forest were enthralled in mist. A carriage cut through the clearing, heading to Rivercrook. It kept a slow pace, making it easy for the driver to study the road and its surroundings, which were covered with branches and leaves. He observed the horse and wheel tracks that led off the road in a bizarre pattern, and followed the trail with his eyes; it went to the right and over the muddy cliff.
He stopped the horses, climbed down and knocked gently on the carriage’s door.
“Lord Welton, pardon my interruption, but there is something you may be interested in seeing.”
The window in the door opened from the inside and a pale man in his mid-forties, with dark hair, long forehead and aquiline nose, looked out.
“What is it that calls for our attention, Adrien?”
Adrien moved aside and pointed in the direction of the trail and the cliff. Lord Welton’s eyes narrowed in on the scene and he opened the carriage door. He jumped down and walked towards the cliff, studying the marks in the muddy ground as he did so, astonished.
“Good gods of heaven and earth!”
Lord Welton hurried to the edge of the cliff and Adrien followed with the same stupefaction. Both men looked down at the river some ten metres below them. It was swollen due to the storm and its flow was potent and agitated. The men spotted the upper part of the lost wagon; the roof was compromised and what they could see of the door frame was empty, as if the whole door had been torn away. As they looked further, they spotted the two dead horses floating, bouncing in the water’s flow, still linked to the wagon which was half-sunk into the bottom of the river.
“I doubt anyone could have survived… It seems to have happened during that dreadful storm, sir.” Adrien lowered his head, took off his hat and held it close to his chest.
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Writing sucks. Period.
That's why I am an artist; illustrator and graphic designer who writes in a hobby basis. Oh, wait... That's not the "why"... I was born artist, and there is nothing I can do to change it. But with all the imagination I have running lose, there came some stories... And there came some books!
When I'm not doing artwork and illustration for authors and bands, I'm doing woodcarving, painting ornaments, painting artworks for myself, collaborating with other artists and so on. Love Arts, History and Metal.
Oh, and summer is a bitch! Always. Anywhere in the world.
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