Another excerpt from Owl Manor – Abigail,
Book 2 of the Owl Manor trilogy, coming next month!
The minute the doors closed behind us, I breathed a sigh of relief, calmed by the fresh, wintry air. Sounds became muted, the parlor and its inhabitants faded. I shivered from the cold, and Victor took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders, his fingers lingering.
All at once, I was intensely aware of him.
This man who made me feel like strings on the violin I had attempted to learn to play in New York—tight, quivering, vibrating. His touch, his smell…it was all too much.
I jerked away, then said, “Thank you…for rescuing me.”
“I confess, I did it for myself.”
There was that flutter in my stomach again, that feeling that I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I looked up at him. He stood with his back to the doors, his face in the shadows, but the moonlight shone on fragments of his cheekbones, his chin, the glint in his eyes. He looked fiendishly handsome, I thought, swallowing the hysteria that surged in my throat. It had to be the brandy.
“I do not know what you mean, Mr. Highmore,” I murmured.
“Victor,” he said.
The strings on the violin became tighter and tighter, as though they would snap at any minute and collapse in shreds. Shaken, I looked away toward the moon, hovering in the sapphire sky above the dark fir trees in the foreground, and the massive, sleeping giants in the background, with their crests of snow.
When I looked back at him, he had come closer. Our bodies were mere inches from each other, but not touching. I wanted to turn and run back into the parlor, but I was swept up in the current of something undefinable that throbbed in the space between us. I had no will of my own.
“Do you not feel it, Abigail? The thing between us?” Victor whispered. My head swam. I stared mutely up at his shadowy face. “You can’t deny it. I can see it on your face.”
“I…” My voice wavered and I paused to steady myself. “As I said before, Mr. Highmore,” I said, trying to be severe, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re afraid,” he said, still inches from me, still not touching. I felt the warmth of his breath on my face, the heat coming from his body. The scent of him was heady, intoxicating. “What are you afraid of, Abigail?”
EXCERPT FROM OWL MANOR – ABIGAIL!
BOOK 2 OF THE OWL MANOR TRILOGY!
That night I woke up suddenly with my heart racing, sweat pouring down my neck. The feeling that something was not right throbbed in every pore of my skin, every cell in my body. My eyes tried in vain to adjust, to distinguish shapes in the room, but gone were the usual glow coming through the windows, the fire in the hearth. It was pitch black. I rose, disoriented. What on earth was happening? The wood floor felt frozen on the soles of my feet, and I groped around for my slippers and robe and hurriedly put them on.
Suddenly, a wild slamming, clattering, and banging erupted from somewhere.
It sounded as though it came from the room next to mine, but there was no room there. On one side was the back garden, and on the other side was the servants’ staircase. I whirled around, bewildered, as the house began to sway, creak and groan, and the sounds of heavy objects thudding against walls and windows being smashed ripped through the walls. There was a roar that made my blood curdle. It was the sound of someone trapped in torment. And rage. It sliced through me, burning, searing, and all the while the roaring went on and on.
Abruptly, all the sounds ceased, and a deathly silence swelled in the room, followed by the faint sound of a woman keening. My eyes frantically searched the dark, but I could see nothing. The sound became louder and louder until it turned into a deafening wail that rang and quivered in my ears, my heart, my limbs. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and gasped.
My childhood tutor, Miss Wilkins stood in front of me.
Lit by an eerie glow in the blackness, she held out her hand, eyes beseeching, and kept moaning and wailing. A scream rose in my throat, and I opened my mouth to let it out. But it gurgled and spewed, making me gag. Feeling as though I were drowning in my own spit, I lurched towards the bedroom door and found the handle. The wailing behind me became even more intense, as though in protest at my leaving, as I yanked the door open and stumbled into what should have been my study. But it was the hallway. The study had disappeared as though it had never existed. I staggered through the hallway toward where I hoped the kitchen would be…and ran headlong into a figure in the dark. Now the scream broke out of my throat and I struggled furiously as I felt someone’s hands grip my shoulders…
COMING THIS FALL ON AMAZON!!
Recent reviews for Owl Manor – the Dawning, my Gothic thriller!!
It is written in Eva’s first-person point of view, other third-person POVs and, interestingly, letters from a serial killer to his dead father. Harrison holds a masters degree in English literature, and the influence of Edgar Allen Poe and the Bronte sisters is evident. The writing is very polished, indicating either a rigorous revision method or professional editing. Fifty-five short chapters make for convenient stopping and re-starting points. Highly recommended for fans of gothic suspense and macabre ghost stories. Looking forward to OWL MANOR: ABIGAIL, the next novel in the OWL MANOR series.
Reviewed in the United States on March 28, 2020
The story is written with poetic, exquisite descriptions that takes one on an unforgettable journey into the context of the historical setting, Owl Manor itself, the minds of these characters, and aspects of the paranormal that blur the lines between physical reality with the unknown. With some unexpected plot twists, it evolves into a gothic suspense and psychological thriller at its finest. By the end, it had me examining my own darkness, the nature of attraction, and what happens when intelligent free thinking leads to a disregard for society’s laws and moral standards. Owl Manor – the Dawning had me hooked from beginning to end.