Genre: Horror/Paranormal Fantasy
This is on the back of this book:
“Bend your blood to my mouth.”
…and he does, yielding toward my urge to take the blood that comes. I push further, his blood warm, taking my mouth, my tongue, my chin, and the flesh of my neck, and I am so thankful he gives himself to me like this. In flesh, in blood, in my mouth, into my throat and into my soul at last, flowing, streaming into me.
And I drink, I drink, and he pushes me closer to him, holding me captive to his release, the pressure of his stare urging me to take this vital fluid. And I do, God forgive me but I want this and tilt my head slightly, better access there. I swallow each essential drop as it leaves his body, entering mine in a long, slow drink.
Removing the hand from its position at the back of my head, he traces a pathway down the side of my neck, slow to my shoulders where it rests, grazing the surface of my skin, and splintering white light through the blackness.
The other hand lies against my breastbone, massaging that strip of flesh running between. He is reaching in and in, searching for, finding, and finally touching my soul.
Murder, lies, suicide, and betrayal. There is an entity in Evelyn Edern’s head and it’s unearthing a past best forgotten. Is Evelyn mad, or are her thoughts just pure evil.
The writer of this story, Guinevere Edern, takes you on a picturesque journey through Wales while she tells you the story of Evelyn Edern.
The main character, Evelyn Edern is a twenty year old woman who lives at home with her mum. Right away one empathizes with her situation being thought of as “Evil Evie”, subjected to abuse, both physical and mental, and given to a role of Cinderella. Her mum keeps her busy scrubbing and cooking.
Evie has a love for literature and is in possession of the book entitled, “History of English Literature.” It is in this book that she comes across the name Taliesin who she admits, doesn’t exist. She also has love for John Keats poetry.
Prone to heavy sleeping pill use, she wishes for death to take her. But, Taliesin, who refers to himself as “The Storyteller”, comes to her, a Knight in Shining Armor that resides in her head.
I don’t wish to give the story away, but I’ll finish with this last tidbit. The writer did a fabulous job leaving me to wonder if the poor girl went mad from her sufferings and needed an escape, or perhaps a demon was trying to take possession of her, and at times I found my self wondering if Taliesin was real.
To date, I still wonder since this is the first book of a series. I’m looking forward to reading the next one “Strange Heaven”. You can find an excerpt at: www.AmongOtherEdens.com.