A Novel of Possession
by
When the current Marquis Delafée takes his family from France to escape the dangers of la Revolucion, he exposes them to an even greater threat.
Nouvelle-Orléans is a different city from the one when the marquis was young, but some things never change. Hatred and the desire for revenge are still alive and festering. His son David’s resemblance to Etienne’s deceased eldest, Absinthe, is remarked upon by many but to one person it means more than a mere likeness.
For twenty years, Madame Geneviéve has pined for Absinthe. In David, she sees a chance to bring back her lover. With the help of black magic, she won’t let a little obstacle like death stand in her way. David is young and naïve but he has more to lose than his innocence if Geneviéve succeeds.
Publisher: Independently Published
Genres:
Tropes: Demonic Possession, Possession, Vengeful Spirit
Setting: French Colony of New Orleans, 18th century
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Tropes: Demonic Possession, Possession, Vengeful Spirit
Setting: French Colony of New Orleans, 18th century
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
David looked out the window.
The plantation house wasn’t in sight yet, but he saw the road curve around a vast meadow on his left. It was obviously untended, filled with more of that strawish plant, waving like summer wheat in a golden ocean. Beyond, he could see the outline of a spiked wrought-iron fence. On its other side rose stone obelisks and a high structure resembling the markers and tombs in Château Vaurien’s cimetière…
A shooting star seared the sky, lighting the scene with brilliance, so bright it made him squint…a blazing sunburst of illumination…bringing with it a sharp stabbing pain to his temples…
How can it be this bright so late in the day?
David was dazzled. Briefly he saw nothing but large black splotches. He closed his eyes, leaning his head against the edge of the window frame. Heat rushed through the opening, scorching his face.
It wasn’t that hot a moment ago…
READ MOREHe opened his eyes.
The scene glowed, incandescent, like the flames of a thousand candles. The grasses beat in a strong wind, a storm of straw and gold, swaying and bending…
…around a horse and the tall blond man standing beside it holding the reins. He smiled…at something in the distance…
David followed his gaze.
…not something, but someone…
…running through the waist-high brush broom, a laughing younger man, dark hair floating behind him…He was beautiful as a Greek statue…golden skin gleaming in the summer sun…not entirely naked, but flinging clothing as he ran… until he was wearing only white stockings, tied above his knees with white ribands, contrasting brilliantly with his café au lait flesh…
David drew in a sharp breath.
The blond man stood with arms outstretched. The other flung himself into them. They kissed with the abandon of long-lost lovers…
David blinked, shaking his head. A sharp pain stabbed at his vitals, a flash of sensation
he only vaguely recognized as lust.
…two bodies falling to the ground in a flood of passion…grasses crushed and drenched with sweat…
David pushed himself away from the broken grasses brushing his face, a sense of anxiety seizing him, swept away by desire.
…Hurry, cher, before he finds us…fingers sought intimate parts…a surge of overpowering hunger longing spiraled into an explosion of longing…You are mine and no one else’s…
Gasping, David threw himself backward. His head struck the cushioned back of the seat and he looked around, startled.
“What’s the matter?” Louis smirked. Resting his chin on his forearms, he turned his head. “Did you fall asleep?”
The coach sped on.
“Did you see that?” David asked no one in particular.
“See what?”
Only Louis seemed to have heard him. Étienne glanced his way, then returned to looking out his own window.
“That man…” David was so shaken he answered his little brother without thinking. “…running through the grass…”
“There’s no one out there,” Louis looked back. “Nothing but dry grass and trees.” He had the audacity to tap his knuckles on his brother’s forehead. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
“But…” David glanced out the window.
The meadow was empty, filled only with grasses bending in a dance with the wind. He was certain he hadn’t imagined that beautiful figure… running with such abandon…
The coach slowed. He could see the wrought-iron fence better now, a large square surrounding headstones and grave markers.
They passed a large building, then stables, blocking it from their sight.
“We’re here,” his father said.
Shivering, David craned his neck, glancing past the stables.
The meadow was still empty, the grass still swayed.
The coach came to a stop.
COLLAPSEI loved the first book “Absinthe” and when I found out there was a follow up book coming I couldn’t wait to get it. I loved everything about this book except that it came to an end. I recommend reading Absinthe and then the Essence of Absinthe and if you are like me you certainly will not be sorry.
