Friday, 5 June 2015

Available Now: Latticework by Elaina J. Davidson

Elaina J. Davidson

ISBN: 9781310342752

Length: Novella
Genre: Speculative Short Stories
Price: $2.99

Buy here: Tirgearr Publishing

A noir collection of soulful tales, embodying the macabre to the metaphysical, and a dip of the quill into an intriguing sci-fi tale with a lesson so serrated it cuts to the marrow.

A latticework creates a mesmerising pattern, one which pleases the eye and draws the onlooker closer. In this delightful anthology the emotional lattice connects the strands which amplify the human experience, our melancholy, our mistakes, and our residual power. Fourteen short tales by a diverse author makes Latticework an occult treat, worthy of fans who douse into the disturbing and diabolical.

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Extract from Lattice 1
Fallen from the Sky

Based on a dream

The pillar feels rough and pitted under Callie’s fingers. She knows it as rock, although she cannot see anything in the blackness. She also knows the feel of this particular standing stone; it is akin to a friend, a haven, a beacon in the dark. There are no night noises, not even the resident frog to confirm where she is. She always listens for him when she comes here in summer.

She has been here before. She is not lost.

Biting the inside of her cheek to contain hysterical sounds, Callie puts her fingers to work. They are her eyes now and she can trust them. They reach up, sensing, exploring, and, yes, there it is. The small voice of doubt is stilled.

She has been here before.

She is home.

Callie slots her fingers into the depression and uses it as leverage to drag herself upright. Her bones ache and she is cold, shivering in the cool air, but she feels better, more confident, and ignores the discomfort. The cold is more than physical; it is inside her. Perhaps she instinctively came here to find warmth. She leans against the monolith to take in deep breaths.

Old friend, you have rescued me once more. I have missed you. I have ignored you recently to keep others happy.

Callie always thought, and still believes, that the stones will protect her, particularly this one, the tallest in the ring. It does not matter what people say, Aw, Callie, they’re just stones (her uncle Ed when she was seven), Girl, those things are putting ideas into your head (her mother when she was twelve), How can silly rocks save you? (her older sister Cassie at least twice a year), and worst of all, the denouncement, What was is no longer, Callie, accept it (her father, recently, the one who believed with her for so long).

Her father gave up, she knows, because her mother insisted, and yet it hurts. She stayed away to keep her mother happy.

Her father brought her to the ring first as a little girl and leaned against this very rock to tell her the tale. How she loved the expression of happiness on his face then.

Listen carefully sweet pea, listen well now. A long time ago there was nothing here, not even a blade of grass or a bird to sweeten the atmosphere with music.

Her father, the bird-watcher.

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Elaina is a galactic and universal traveller and dreamer. When writing she puts into words her travels and dreams, because she believes there is inspiration in even the most outrageous tale.

Elaina was born in South Africa and grew up in the magical city and surrounds of Cape Town. After studying Purchasing Management and working in the formal sector as a buyer, she chose to raise and home-school her children. She started writing novels around 2002, moving from children’s stories, poetry and short stories to concentrate on larger works. She lived with her family for some time in Ireland and subsequently in New Zealand. Returned now to South Africa, she realises the vibrancy of Africa has much to do with the inspirational side of her work. Something happens daily, something to shock, something to uplift…and the colours and diversity of nature itself fires the imagination.

Come with her and share a vision.

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