The Black Rose (novel) : Chapter 8

Chapter 8 – Resolve

“I want to know what’s up there!”, she had hissed through clenched teeth. She just couldn’t understand why Ann didn’t want to support her theory that someone in the house attacked Julian. “Who?” She asked. “I don’t know.” She replied, acknowledging her partial defeat against her will. Why did she feel like she’d already lost the debate?

“Of course you don’t. Why and how, Eliza? Why would anyone do that, especially Henry and Hawkins.”

“I don’t know.”

The Black Rose (novel) : Chapter 7

Chapter 7 – Attack

Being in the depressing mansion did not seem to lower Ann’s spirits at all. On the contrary, Ann woke up more cheerful every morning. Eliza wondered why the castle had no such effect on herself. Her friend seemed more at home in it than she did.

The Black Rose (novel) : Chapter 6

Chapter 6 – The sleepover

The singing of the birds, the rushing and rustling of the leaves in the wind made her more at ease. A chilly breeze soothed her skin as she made her way up the hill. Nevertheless, she was reluctant to go back to that house. It seemed even more of a cage now she had been out with the free birds. She shrugged slightly and went in.

Announcement: impending (temporary) emigration

Hey guys!

A quick heads up: I'm leaving for Italy tomorrow. I'll be gone for a few weeks and though I normally should have internet access while I'm there (probably not the first few days though, we make a long road trip out of getting there), past experiences incline me not to get my hopes up so I'll schedule a few posts just in case. If I don't respond, you know why...

Hopefully, I can do a few 'on location' posts while I'm there.

Anyways, take care people.

I really hope I can stay in touch abroad or I'll be really pissed and walk all the way back home... No, I won't, but I'll say I will out loud, which is basically the same thing. Cu later ;).

The Black Rose (novel) : Chapter 5

Chapter 5 – the encounter

She held two tops up and tried to determine which to wear.

“What do you think?”, she asked Ann.

“They’re both black.”, Ann replied with a quick glance while reading a fashion magazine on the bed now her schoolwork was done.

“Maybe that’s just the colour of my soul.”, Eliza said mockingly.

“As if!” Ann laughed while Eliza dodged the pillow aimed at her.

They laughed aloud and dropped down on the bed to listen to some music. Ann turned the volume up a few notches. “Nothing like some party music to get into the mood.”

“Right.” The first party in months! Eliza only wished she actually wanted to go. Perhaps she just hadn’t digested all the ghost stories yet, even though she liked a good dose of horror. It does make a difference if it’s set in some distant movie studio or in your own house... But she was resolved on enjoying herself, on command if she had to, for Ann’s sake and for her own.