Release – Evanescence is out! Release 1 C1 The Crypt

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Evanescence my Gothic Horror / historical Mystery.

” For only in the Dark, can you truly see the Light.”

Through a window darkly.

Things that aren’t quite what they seem to be.

Something primordial restrained deep in the bowels of an ancient Abbey.

In 1746, Don Augustine Calmet, a respected erudite and renowned Benedictine Monk, learned in, and a prolific publisher of works on Philosophy and Theology, visited by the Enlightenment Philosopher Voltaire, published a Tome on Demons, Spirits and Revenants or Vampires in Hungary, which was expanded and reprinted in 1751.

How did this stalwart figure of the Church and prolific Theological writer develop an interest in Eastern European Folklore and Tales of Vampires and the macabre?

Thus, beings the Tale.

I’ll be releasing a full copy soon. A small number of advance copies are available, in return for an honest review! If interested, please contact me on the form below.

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HUNTER P II (Extract from “Hunter” P II a Poem from my Upcoming Chapbook “Rhymer”)

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II AWAKENING
II.1
Cold light of day, leaden motes,
Blinded eye, fractal sheen that
Sheathed his sight, and drew a blind
Across dreams sinking, scuttled,
Leaden weighted by the day.

© Greg Richards
Full PII now available on Patreon, Parts III, IV coming soon.

 

HUNTER PI (Extract from “Hunter”, a Poem from my Upcoming Chapbook “Rhymer”)

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He slept, adrift, temporal dream dissonance,
His dream: a woman sheathed within her magic,
Dreams that formed and folded, crested, crashed and broke
Within the swell that sought safe harbour,
Trees rooted in the swell, summer gripped by winter sea,
Sun warm upon his face, hoar frost rimed within his beard,
He shivered in his bed, linen drenched by sweat,
As body, shuddered, confused, accommodation sought with
Dream infused, chaos wrought vision of his dream.
Dark wings beating, ancient augur echoed,
Shapes shadow scribed upon the walls,
Mingled with shadow etchings cast
By dwindling candle and dying embers of the fire.
© Greg Richards