Blythe of the Gates
by Leah Erickson
Genre:
Historical Fiction
Historical Fiction
Can the gates of perception be bypassed?
A rash love affair with a member of the Irish Mafia catapults Luna
Mulkerrins into scandal, murder, scorn and decadent friendships in
Ragtime Manhattan. Escaping from the blaze of publicity, a new Luna
emerges: Blythe of the Seven Gates. Her meteoric rise as a magician
leads to fame, vaudeville, silent movies and the notoriety of a
damaging court case. Can Luna reclaim her reputation and reinvent
herself as an independent woman of the time?
Mulkerrins into scandal, murder, scorn and decadent friendships in
Ragtime Manhattan. Escaping from the blaze of publicity, a new Luna
emerges: Blythe of the Seven Gates. Her meteoric rise as a magician
leads to fame, vaudeville, silent movies and the notoriety of a
damaging court case. Can Luna reclaim her reputation and reinvent
herself as an independent woman of the time?
From Leah Erickson, author of The Brambles, winner of the Crime Fiction
award from the IPA.
award from the IPA.
Covered in cracked, brown leather and
very old, the box had rows of hammered
brass tacks along its edges, the lock
held shut with a heavy latch of blackened
metal. Only the Magician was allowed to
use the key, and he kept it in his breast
pocket at all times.
Luna knew about the faded red velvet
lining. And she knew how the antique
metal hinges creaked when he opened it.
She knew about the ancient smell of
mildewed newspaper, the smell of trapped
life, the smell of time passed by …
“Luna. Open your eyes and look at it!”
Why the Magician did this to her, she did
not know. Some nights when he was
in a particularly wicked mood, he'd take
the box down from the top of his closet
and make Luna look inside, even though
she turned away, and shut her eyes to it.
This made him laugh. “Girl, I am your
husband. Listen to me! Look at it.”
But it was unbearable, to look straight
into it, because it hurt. Looking straight
into the thing was like looking straight
into the sun; when she shut her eyes, she
saw pulsing blood, red and floating orbs
…
“Look.”
To look inside the box was to feel
dissolution, deep down in her very center,
spreading out and out until she had no
more edges to her.
But once she did look, it was so hard to
look away again.
Leah Erickson is the author of the novel "The Brambles" (2017)
and "Blythe of the Gates." She is the recipient of the 2018
Independent Press Award and the Independent Book Award. Her short
fiction has appeared in many magazines and journals in print and
online, including The Fabulist, Pantheon Magazine, The Saint Ann's
Review, Eclectica, The Coachella Review, and many more. She lives
near Newport, Rhode Island with her husband and daughter.
and "Blythe of the Gates." She is the recipient of the 2018
Independent Press Award and the Independent Book Award. Her short
fiction has appeared in many magazines and journals in print and
online, including The Fabulist, Pantheon Magazine, The Saint Ann's
Review, Eclectica, The Coachella Review, and many more. She lives
near Newport, Rhode Island with her husband and daughter.
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