New release: Do you sing a mournful melody?
I have a new release! Entitled “Sing A Mournful Melody” it’s a piece I have been sitting on for quite a while. Thanks to my mentor, Patty G. Henderson, it finally sees the light of day. :) Set in 1900, it is a short historical Gothic fantasy–with vampires. :) Yes, yes, I know, but I couldn’t resist. My heroine (Maribelle) needed someone extraordinary to…well, you’ll have to read it yourself to see what she needs him for.
At the turn of the 20th century, tragedy has left Maribelle grief-stricken. After her beloved husband is murdered, his body disappears from his crypt. Worse, ghostly voices call from the widow's Graphophone. Is she losing her mind, or does something wicked this way come?
What's a Graphophone, you ask? Well, it's something Alexander Graham Bell created, something of a competitor and precursor to Edison's Gramophone and instead of using a disk for recording and listening, it used a cylinder. They're pretty nifty little devices, so I thought, perfect for Maribelle's home use. But hers is...well, a little...off. You'll have to read to see what I mean. :)
I always hesitate to classify myself, but yeah, I hear tell this is right at home next to Cait and her ghosts. (I tried to get it out by Halloween, but things didn't go to plan....) Still, I do try to channel my inner H.P. Lovecraft on pieces like this. *g* And, of course, there's soundtrack for this one, besides Mozart's Lacrimosa, there's this:
Apparently, it's long enough to warrant a preview on Amazon, so here's a little taste of the opening:
“Jonah, my love,” Maribelle said, leaning her head against the carriage window. “Jonah.” The gloom descended on her beloved’s shining new crypt. No matter she knew the logical truth that the marble had been replaced she could still see its cracks. Weeks had passed since the destruction and yet, she remembered as if it were yesterday. Who had violated this terrible tomb?
No answer here or anywhere. As the carriage pulled away from the graveyard, Maribelle determined that this would be the last time she left him there alone.
Once home, she took in the room: There Jonah’s piano stood underneath the wide windows, strewn with sheet music she dare not touch as if it comprised some necromantic charm to bring him home. Letters from her mother. “Come visit,” they said one after another. “Come ease your grief with us.” Mere visitations wouldn’t lighten her heart, she knew. How could they, when the one balm she needed lay under six feet of cold earth? Like some mummy in the ancient desert.
The Graphophone waited beside this piano-shaped monument of dead wood, eager to fill her lonely nights with Jonah’s music. All she had left of him now...
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Juli D. Revezzo has written the Victorian romance novel WATCHMAKER'S HEART. Check it out at Amazon.
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