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VOLUME 1: Dark Serendipity 

oF TOMB WHISPERS IN THE RIVER MIST

COMING SPRING 2022

VOLUME 2: Arcane Bond

OF SHADOWS WATCHING AT THE MANOR

COMING AUTUMN 2022

VOLUME 3: Pagan Whispers

OF TIDES RISING ON ALL HALLOWS EVE

COMING SPRING 2023

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Dark Serendipity Spirit fleet I: of Tomb whispers in the river mists

Jade must race against time and face the horrors lurking in the cemetery mists to find the person that means everything to her. And make it back home. 

While counting the days for Ami’s return in the last few weeks, Jade can’t shake the feeling of being watched. She tries to ignore it, as life falls apart around her. Looking for a job and a place of her own isn’t easy when her mother’s recent death weighs on her every waking thought.

And if that’s not enough, there is a man lurking outside her window every night. Soon his footsteps echo behind her, whenever she ventures outside in the dark. 

Who is he? Why does he look familiar? When she tries to confront him, he mysteriously melts into the shadows of the path, leaving no trace.

Jade ‘s family doesn’t believe her, but Ami does. Then comes a sinister discovery: The countenance in the shadows is eerily similar to a dead man. Someone whose death Jade has witnessed. Ami wants to help but can’t- she is halfway around the world, and in growing danger herself. One by one, Ami’s means of returning home are eliminated, until even making a phone call becomes nearly impossible.

Jade can’t lose the only loved one she has left. When it’s clear Ami won’t be coming home, Jade decides to follow a dark path into the unknown. At dusk, she enters the first graveyard to face the spectre from her own past- and through this dreadful night she travels the cemetery mists, awaking those that slumber there. Will she bring Ami back, or will Jade be lost forever?

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Book 3

 

In the span of a single night, she must race against time to find the person that means everything to her. And make it back home.

The last few weeks, Jade can’t shake the feeling of being watched. She tries to ignore it, as life is falling apart around her. Looking for a job and a place to stay isn’t easy when her mother’s recent death is weighing on her heart. Soon she can no longer ignore it- there is a man lurking outside her window. He returns every night, and soon his footsteps echo behind her in the dark, on her way home.   Who is he? Why does he look familiar? When she tries to confront him, he mysteriously melts into the shadows of the path, leaving no trace he was ever there.  Jade ‘s family doesn’t believe her, but her girlfriend Ami does. Then comes a sinister discovery, and Ami is the only one Jade can tell: The countenance in the shadows belongs to a man whose death Jade has witnessed. Ami wants to help but can’t- she is halfway around the world, and in growing danger herself. One by one, Ami’s means of returning home are crumbling, until even making a phone call becomes nearly impossible. As Jade is faced with the prospect of losing the only loved one she has left, she decides to risk everything and follow a dark path into the unknown. At dusk she enters the first graveyard to face the specter from her own past- and through this dreadful night she travels the cemetery mists, waking those that slumber its depths. Will they bring Ami back, or take Jade away forever?

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Spirit fleet III: of tides rising on all Hallows eve

 

One night a year they come out to play. But if you let them in, then they will stay forever.

 

Isla loves Halloween, but she has never had one in this house. No one has. It’s a brand-new house. This hillside suburb was fields up until last year, and now it’s a lovely cul-de-sac of family homes. But they are all empty. Isla and Keith are the only residents here so far. So when the house and street lights suddenly go out after midnight, drenched in absolute darkness, Isla suddenly realises how far they are from any living thing.

A tiny trick or treater dressed as a ghost walks out of the mist. Isla knows something is wrong by the time the visitor reaches their front door, but it’s too late. Strange accidents occur in the house, and more figures come out of the mist to demand ‘trick or treat’. Reality seems to slip away in this pitch-black world, and Isla finds she must play the game or lose her own life.

Did the next morning come? Did the sun rise and the world return to normal? On a regular autumn day Isla would be building her online business and worrying about normal things. Like whether Keith’s parents will like her. Or if moving in with her boyfriend will make or break their relationship. Maybe also a few less normal things, like whether her vengeful ex-boyfriend will follow through on his blackmail, in hopes that Keith will find out and break up with Isla.

But why are there wet footprints on the floor and child sized handprints on the glass? Did Isla dream that strange Halloween night or is she dreaming now? Is she trapped in some Halloween eternity where eerie trick or treaters will haunt her every waking moment? If they are really here, what is it they are after?

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ARCANE BOND Spirit fleet II: of shadows watching at the manor house

Valerie wonders if the antique bracelet she just bought was really looted from an open grave. Soon she will learn that even the grave robbers she bought it from didn’t know its dark power.

 

Valerie is busy building her new life, away from the man who used to drain all happiness out of her. Excited in her newfound freedom, she falls in love with the little countryside cottage she inherited. It takes a few days to realise that strange occurrences, which no one else can see, happen only when she has the bracelet on.

Valerie can’t discuss it with her daughter: Alycia is upset about the divorce. She’s hurt her mother won’t spend time with her young children and be a grandmother to them. Valerie yearns to teach her yoga classes and give her career the time she hadn’t, when she was raising her own young family. But strange, ghostly figures that appear after nightfall, in the centuries old manor hotel where she works. And they are starting to show signs of awareness that Valerie can see them.

Should she throw the bracelet away? Valerie ignores real life problems like her soon to be ex-husband doing everything he can to stop the divorce, and she instead focuses on the strange bracelet. When she wears it to investigate her suspicions about her own cottage, her worst fears are confirmed in the terrible things she witnesses.

Before she knows it, she is locked away  in a creepy old manor teaming with the souls of the dead… Or is it just a lovely clinic where the kindly doctors will help her get over the stress of the divorce and eliminate her hallucinatory episodes to make her better?

It’s hard to decide what’s real anymore, especially since the spirits whisper to Valerie of a murderer of flesh and blood who might be coming for her next.

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The paths through the Mist are dark

...and you are never, ever alone.

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 Jeronimo

It never happens in modern cemeteries. Those uniform, flat expanses of stone markers plainly inscribed with names and dates, lined up by their hundreds in symmetrical rows. You only feel it in ancient burial grounds, under the canopies of century old trees, where the crumbling graves peek behind overgrown drapes of ivy. Tombstones green with moss, gothic crosses with faded Victorian lettering. Mystical symbols carved around the names, skulls, bones, candles and Latin inscriptions from a time gone by- that’s where it is.

That unsettling whisper, a movement in the corner of your eye, when there is nothing there.

You have no business entering this place after dusk but if driving past, you can’t help but slow down. It’s that feeling, that curious sensation that there is something beyond the darkness of the quiet graves.

It’s him.

Stone angels kneeling in eternal prayer watch with cold eyes as a shadow sweeps through the cemetery gates, leaving a swirl of leaves across the graveyard path. Who would visit the dead in the middle of the night? His footfalls are light and soundless, and mist rises to conceal him. The cemetery is silent and still. And then a sense of creeping dread, and you somehow feel unwelcome. You urgently want to leave. Be on your way. There is nothing to see here.

You pick up speed and wish to drive to the end of the cemetery street as fast as possible, so you can no longer see it. Because as the mist cleared away, without having ever come out of the gates, he was somehow no longer there.

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 Theodora

It is called Thatched Cottage, Second-hand Books&Antiques shop, but they call it the Lucky Coffeeshop. Those who stumble upon it, mostly tourists in the old town, deep in the English countryside, find that their favourite cake or savoury treat was baked just this morning. Even if it’s not normally on the menu. As if the owner anticipates her visitors’ tastes. It’s coincidence, the staff will tell you.

And not the only coincidence either. Visitors report the strangest things: “I was browsing the shelves and thinking of my boyfriend and just as I picked up my phone to call him, it rang. He was calling me! It was so weird! Like he read my mind from all the way back home!” Some tell darker tales: “I was drinking my coffee and suddenly saw an old high school friend walk down the street- on my holiday in England, hundreds of miles away from home! I hadn’t spoken to her in years. I immediately went to message her online and ask if she is also in England. We can meet and catch up? On her page there was a note from her mother. My friend had died that morning.”

There is no such thing as psychic abilities, that’s what the owner of the shop says- actually no one ever sees Theodora, so it’s her staff that say so. Theodora’s attic window lights up late at night, and that’s how you know she is in. Her rusty iron keys clang in the small hours of the morning- the screech of the creaking old garden door wakes up the neighbours’ cats. Theodora’s walled herb garden, obscured behind the coffee shop’s rosebush terrace, is never open in the light of day. Rumours say she grows unique healing tea leaves in there- others say she grows poisons.

No such thing as psychic abilities for sure, Theodora tells her staff- after all psyche means soul, and all living beings have a soul, so we must all be psychic, right? But she never mentions the other kind- the wondering souls of the lingering dead.

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  The countess

Somehow you can’t remember anything that happened last night. And very little from yesterday as well. This morning is rather a blur too.

According to friends from work you went out for a quick bite to eat in the evening and then you walked home across the park.

And according to your flatmate, you never got home. She found you sleeping on a bench at the edge of the park at dawn and brought you home half asleep. You barely remember that. And you remember nothing before it.

Did something happen at the park last night?

An online search reveals no incidents in the park last night. Only small danger warning because of the unusual levels of fog.

You decide not to dwell because surely, as time goes by the events of that night will come back to you and you will remember why you fell asleep on that bench.

Instead, you quickly forget any of this ever happened.

Now you get annoyed that your flatmate insists she found you one morning months ago asleep on a park bench.

That never happened.

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About Lucy Linne

Doodler. Living in a perpetual state of Halloween. Fueled by chocolate. Boxer. Denizen of the night. Will be summoned by freshly brewed coffee. Unapologetic introvert. Fire dancer. Adopted by three cats.  Went to uni in a gothic building with a bell tower with gargoyles on it. Incessant scribbler. Designer bakery addict. Has a different coffee mug for every mood. Serrible tpeller. Grows pumpkins. Has lived in many places, always joined the local choir. River path rambler. Victoriana. Meticulous about creating music playlists to listen while writing different types of scenes. Purple everything. Psychology student. Goth. Can be bribed with artsy, hard cover notebooks. Ghost friendly. Can’t go too long without swimming. A lady who lattes. Boops strangers’ dogs. Inadvertently rhymes. Collects garden wind-chimes. Suspiciously familiar with Greco-Roman mythology, and several dead languages commonly used for demon summoning. Wall-frames maps. Devout observer of cupcake o’clock. Ashtangi. Has been known to ride steam trains, canal boats and hot air balloons. Feminist Motto: Skulls, Bats and Witches’ Hats. Glamper. Spinning while audiobooking. All you need is fluffy socks and a pint of nice-cream. European Londoner. Fangirling Aristotle’s Poetics. Avocados on sourdough. Frequently channels Disney Villains. Names her house spiders. Forgets people’s names, retains lyrics to entire musicals. Book dragon. Owner of a pet gamer, whom she’s kept in his man cave, on a diet of pizza and horror movies, for nearly two decades.

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