Shifting Shadows From Dark Domains
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"In the films and stage plays and books it's all so quick and clean, disregarding the blood, of course. That is the same, the amount of blood when the wooden stake is driven in." Something stirred within Simon, the feeling of someone or something walking over his grave. "I gathered together a short-handled axe, very sharp blade, some garlic cloves, a mallet and an extremely sharp-pointed wooden stake, the day after Liz had appeared at my door, took a spade and also my canvas holdall, and visited her grave at dusk. Yes, simon, a village graveyard is always quiet, especially so in the sleepy rural England of 1956, and in that year, if I had been caught digging Elizebeth up, I would most certainly still have been sentenced in a court of law by some obscure legal statute, for grave robbery or desecration." The next and final part of the tale was naturally the worst.
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'SHIFTING SHADOWS FROM DARK DOMAINS' by Adrian Francis Fox
'Her futile words were stillborn, her question unanswered and never to be answered as she became rag-doll limp, her unplanned and all-too-rash romantic liason rapidly becoming something sour and twisted, giving truth also to the age-old advice of being wary of strangers, to 'look before one leaps', to be always on one's guard, for the night is the time when one should be the most wary and most guarded, of all....'
The unexpected and all-too-late realisation of one who could not detect the fiends who walk among us, chilling our souls and stealing our blood, the fifteen stories here detailing and exposing the many and varied ways of the vampire, in unnatural life and unnatural second death.
You, the reader, will cringe to their empty, mocking laughter, death dealt out or experienced in many ways, also, these night people urbane, shallow, sensitive, soulless, provocative, lonely, amusing, spiteful, or all too normal, the scenarios in which they are to be found ranging from First World War shellholes, underwater, riding on Sixties scooters, suburban bedrooms, or visiting London clubs and places of amusement, such as waxwork museums and funfairs...
These are the Damned, touching and distorting the lives of mortals with icy flesh, corrupted breath, heinous words and razor-sharp fangs, faith in religeon or 'trusting to luck' useless options, as 'the living' fall and die beneath their dark, cryptic spell. Take care to say your prayers and check your window, under your bed or even inside your wardrobe, before you eventually decide to turn out the light...
About the Author
Adrian Francis Fox was born in June 1960 in Calverton, Nottinghamshire, England, grew up and lived in Ilford, Essex, for many years, writing from a very early age. Seriously composing from 18 years of age, the author developed the taste for Dark Romance and Horror, also strongly drawn toward poetry writing, examples of his work to be seen via the 'Vampire Rave', 'Jamfan.net' and 'Gothic Revue Magazine' websites.
The author's approach is dark, overall, containing a sensitive core which is at times poetical, seeking to both provide inspiration and even to warn, his love of contemporary post-war musics and styles often reflected within the framework of his poems and stories, especially.
Adrian Francis Fox is the rider and owner of a classic 1963 Lambretta LI Series III (Gothic Mod Custom) scooter, an enduring deep interest and affection for the 1960's colouring much of his literary output. In essence a romantic soul, with a distinct love of The Night.