Search

Elle Wonders

Do you?

Tag

Betrayal

Little Hollows Beckon

A synopsis of my novel-in-progress:

After spending years rebuilding her life, things are finally moving forward again for Willa Hawthorne. With a successful gallery exhibit behind her and a second collection underway, she’s making a name for herself in the art world. But after she becomes engaged to Evan Mercer, a handsome estate attorney, Willa still can’t let go of Jamieson Corbin.

With an uncanny sense of timing, Jamieson returns and pushes his way back into Willa’s life. Not only does his reappearance threaten her relationship with Evan, it challenges her very sanity, because there’s an impossible catch: Jamieson has been dead for three years.

From a small idyllic town in Rhode Island to a remote hamlet in the Highlands of Scotland, Willa embarks on a provocative journey of love and betrayal with an unexpected ally. When the two of them discover long-hidden secrets of Corbin Family folklore, they are beckoned to a place where light and darkness intersect, and spiritual boundaries are redrawn. After unearthing painful truths from the past, Willa must reexamine everything she believes about life and death and find the passage that connects the two worlds.

 

Advertisements

Reading of The Albatross

Inside a Nocturne

13738135_281798318848188_3555104409671331569_o
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas  –  Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

“The sound of it opened a new world inside her heart, and it swallowed her whole, from the inside out.”

-E. Wonders

The Path of the Not Undeserving

13731796_279957395698947_7950911828886101857_o
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas  –  Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

He wanders down the path for the not undeserving, to a place where sometimes is enough. A place where electricity surges and hums through his chest, as the yellow light filters down through the canopy, glimmering like a bright spirit who understands – one of the happy few.

-E. Wonders, The Dirty Little Shrine

Le Bzou

alternate bzou art with copyright
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

Et que ce n’est pas chose étrange
S’il en est tant que le loup mange.
Je dis le loup, car tous les loups
Ne sont pas de la mesme sorte :
Il en est d’une humeur accorte,
Sans bruit, sans fiel et sans couroux,
Qui, privez, complaisans et doux,
Suivent les jeunes demoiselles
Jusque dans les maisons, jusque dans les ruelles.
Mais, hélas. Qui ne sçait que ces loups doucereux
De tous les loups sont les plus dangereux.

-Charles Perrault

 

Umbra

Transparent with copyright
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

It came in rushes, then slowed – that longing for a place that wasn’t enough. Her skin glowed around his shadow, and with her ear to his heart, she let it pulse.

– Elle Wonders, Pour Mon Bzou

Awakening

Awakening with copyright
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

“The forest is dark and damp, and she feels the soft, loamy earth underneath her. The night brings them fear, and awakening, and a language that has no home.”

-Elle Wonders, The Dirty Little Shrine

A Life Ephemeral

Life Ephemeral with copyright
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

“It was a trap, but not a trap. It was an epoch of abundance. An embarrassment of words…”

-Elle Wonders, Pour Mon Bzou.

Betrayal

13503111_264375603923793_7593212982381331824_o
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

 

Excerpt from Pour Mon Bzou:

“A blaze of epiphany. Like baneberries in dim light, he could not have imagined the whites of her eyes. Her stare caught his flaws, like fireflies in a bell jar, and his good fortune wandered off like a gypsy.”

 

The Fire Begins

Her Fire Begins with copyright
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

 

Excerpt from The Dirty Little Shrine:

“She sees the hunger in his face, but not in his heart, because like the sound on her tongue, it has been hidden. “If my heart was pulled out of my chest and put, beating, in front of you, would you know what it wants?” he asks. Look how easily he betrays his heart for her, ripping it out of his chest like an Aztec god. She just nods as they sit in their dinner bath, and play like warriors, and he sees how her fire begins in her mouth. Like a dragon.

And there was feeling back in his chest.”

 

Mon Coeur, Que le Diable l’emporte

elle rouge photo
Photo of Elle Wonders by E. Andreas   –   Artwork by HenriAltersLife

 

C’est Lou qu’on la nommait

Il est des loups de toute sorte
Je connais le plus inhumain
Mon cœur que le diable l’emporte
Et qu’il le dépose à sa porte
N’est plus qu’un jouet dans sa main

Guillaume Apollinaire (1880 – 1918)

There are wolves of all kind.
I know the most inhuman.
My heart, the devil takes,
and deposits at his door,
is no more than a toy in his hand.

 

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: