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Present Day The grave lay close to a Weeping Willow, the leaves of which had fallen and were scattered over the surrounding area like autumnal confetti. The late afternoon air was burdened with a grey ice-tinged fog that left only a few pockets of visibility as it whispered its way from the moors and towards town. Elizabeth brushed away a number of wet leaves clinging to the black marble

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New Years Day 1939 “So, we have no control over the events that take place, but we are able to assist the living and others like us who delay from entering the light?” Stanley and Archie were sitting beside the glowing fireplace in the red reception room at RoYds. “It's all about balance,” said Stanley. “Try to think of it this way; if one lived in a dimension where all was light and happiness

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1907Edwardina looped her arm around Tashriel’s and smiled flirtatiously.“Come and sit down. Lady Mabel and I are dying to hear all the gossip regarding the dashing Stanley!” She pouted, dragging Tashriel halfway across the blue reception room with her and over to a group of comfy armchairs beside a small table laden with cakes and a crockery.“I’ll be mother, shall I?” she asked, raising the china

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April 11, 2011 marks the release of the first volume of Dreamers of Dreams: A Webfiction Anthology. This Ebook release, released simultaneously on several popular Ebook and webfiction stores, is a free book containing excerpts and opening chapters of several web fiction novels currently available for free online. The offerings of the Anthology include both completed works, and novels

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1690At first, Elizabeth thought that the young girl pouring her heart out to them had been Gemma playing one of her tricks. However, it did not take too long before she was convinced the story they were being told by Grace Regan was a genuine one.The thought of immature Bunny Regan being held prisoner somewhere was chilling. Heaven only knew what he was going through at this moment and how

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1972Elizabeth threw her navy blue beret and coat over the banister, dropped her satchel on the floor of the hall, and then kicked off her black leather shoes. Thankfully, it was POETS day and she could stay up later and not have to get up early in the morning. Her mother called from the sitting room.“Elizabeth? Do me a favour, will you please? Just fetch me the Cellotape from the study? Thanks!”

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1907“You’re a writer?”“I hope to be. Perhaps one day.”“Tell me about the dreams.”Nervously, Stanley took a sip of the gin and tonic which had been served to him by the manservant, Wilfred.“Well, I suppose,” he cleared his throat. “They started a few weeks ago now, I think. I can distinctively remember that I slept well over Easter and...,” he paused trying to calculate just how long it had been

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1690The night had grown colder and the ground had hardened with a frosty ice layer which crunched beneath Elizabeth Whyte’s feet. Across the moorland, the moon cast an eerie shadow as Elizabeth tightened the belt of her cherry red wool coat and was surprised to find herself feeling reassured by the figure of Grispheran who was standing with Hughie, close by.The barguest howled and ran off into

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1690“Where are we?” asked Bunny, holding on tight to Gracie’s hand as they wandered through the landscaped gardens they now found themselves in.Gracie looked across the lawns towards a large stone building with many heavily leaded windows. Hades Hill stood proudly in the distance behind it. She could clearly see a rookery in the trees to her right and Heyleigh dell was behind, as well as to the

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1907Arwydau enjoyed watching the Living human boys. How they liked to dice with death as if they were the immortal ones. They always played a little too close to the edge of the manmade pathways littering the dell, running higher and faster than they should. One minute, young and beautiful, the next, shrouded in grey and shuffling through the end of their days with mortal longings and

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1907Gracie lay still on the ground listening to the low gathering moans of a bitter wind. A thousand or more icy fingers crept across the exposed skin of her spindly arms and legs and scratched her awake.She tried to open her eyes a little; it was so dark that she was unsure whether or not she had succeeded. Slowly, her eyes grew accustomed to the murky darkness and she was able to make out a few

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Present DayThe light of the full moon formed an eerie silver shadow across the desolate landscape. The five roughly hewn stones, known locally as witch stones, appeared almost to stand as guardians upon the hillside. The barguest lay peacefully beside the farthest one watching Elizabeth and Grispheran patiently.Elizabeth gazed almost spellbound as she surveyed the wild landscape, every inch of

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2008Hughie waited in the courtyard of Staibey Nayes. He watched from the encroaching darkness as the workmen switched off the lights inside the building they were working in and made their way home. The smallest of the three buildings, although still dimly lit, was surrounded by such darkness that Hughie was reluctant to get any closer.He had seen the two men -- the ones Elizabeth had asked him

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Present Day“You can hold my hand if you want, Bess,” Grispheran offered.Elizabeth was infuriated with his butter-wouldn’t-melt attitude. “No, thank you very much!” She replied tersely, struggling to place one foot firmly over the over on the boggy landscape they were attempting to walk over. Her maglite had no problem picking out the trail, but the fact was, there wasn’t much of a trail to begin

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1940Peg and Hughie stood between the edge of the dell and the sloped gardens of Heyleigh Hall looking up towards the grand stone facade of the present day Georgian building.“What does she want with me?” Peg whispered just in case there was anyone or anything loitering in the dell behind them.“I’ve no idea Peg. I wouldn’t like to disappoint her, though -– she’s rather used to getting her own way,”

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1887 “Mind you stay together, you lot! Make sure you’re back before it gets dark and don’t go far! You hear?” “Yes, Mam,” echoed the trio of children huddled around the door of the small terraced house before setting off down the street and making their way to the lane leading up to Sky Pond, their tongues wagging and jam jars clanging when their clogs made contact with the cobblestones.

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Illustration by Ranarh (Jennifer S. Lange)

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1967Elizabeth ran down Market Street and turned into Cotton Row. She needed to be quick -– super quick. Her mother knew exactly how long it should take her to do the errand. Even if there was a queue in the Co-op it should not take more than twenty minutes, any longer and she would be straight after her.She looked up at the grey stone building. All the previous times she had passed it she had

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1967Billy watched idly as the little old woman continued to laboriously bend and pick up the few dry birch twigs that were scattered around the clearing. Each stoop seemed to require twice as much effort than the last. So far, her daily foraging did not look to have been very successful. He looked up to the sky; the morning was quickly drawing in, he doubted that she would have the quantity of

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Refuge of Delayed Souls Ebooks are Free duringRead an Ebook Week which runs from 7 - 10 March 2010Use Coupon Code RFREE at the checkout.Vol One ~ RoYdsVol Two ~ BillyEnjoy :)

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1946“Staibey Nayes?”“That’s right. They’ve moved out lock, stock and barrel. Heard say now the war is over there’s other places more suited to what they need. Heard they didn’t much like it anyways, spooked by the dell. Its inhabitants more like -- after all those scare-stories we’ve been spreading round!”Raucous laughter spread throughout the pub like wildfire. Billy looked at his cards. He

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Present Day“Linus Howell,” announced Stanley perplexed.“I would recognise him anywhere,” said Elizabeth with an involuntary shudder.It was the first time they had all been together in one place for as long as Elizabeth could remember. Stanley had gathered together his war cabinet. The group of them were crowded around a large circular table in the red reception room at RoYds. Wilfred was busying

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1946The safe job had been easy enough. Billy was aware that the police suspected he had been involved somehow. He also knew that if they could, they would fit him up for just about anything. The newly promoted Sergeant Allen in particular was a nasty piece of work.Takes one to know oneSwitch had been fair with Billy up until now, so he had no complaints. He had initially misjudged Gorgeous George

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Present DayElizabeth wished she had not made the decision to take this particular route into the dell. The soles of her boots kept slipping on the uneven stone-strewn surface of the makeshift pathway she was attempting to pick her way over. There was enough sunlight to make her way through; the problem was the amount of rain that had fallen throughout the night. What had earlier been a

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1976Elizabeth ran up the stairs two at a time and slammed her bedroom door shut. She threw herself face down on the bed. Her right hand reached out of its own accord and pressed the play button on her cassette player. Music flowed alongside her tears.Gemma Bolton was a bitch of the highest order. She replayed the night’s events over and over in her mind. Occasionally, she imagined herself acting

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