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Forms of Things Unknown


Recently returned to Chicago after a successful tour of Hamlet, Lillian Nolan is awakened in the dead of night by a strange voice. She is shocked to learn that well known and admired actress, Louise Hawthorne, has fallen to her death from the sixth floor of the Tremont House. Was it an accident? Did she jump or was she pushed? Louise’s former lover, and the main suspect, pleads with Lillian to uncover the truth and clear his name.
In the process of learning to trust her intuitive abilities, Lillian attempts to find balance between relying upon her gift and uncovering the truth in her own way. But the menace of death pursues her and soon her own life is at risk. When she finds herself in a trap from which she cannot escape, her only hope of survival is to call upon the metaphysical world.
 Forms of Things Unknown is based on an actual event which occurred in June of 1876 in Chicago. It is the third standalone book in the Backstage Mystery Series.
THE BACKSTAGE MYSTERY SERIES
Tagline: Life upon the wicked stage can be deadly.
Set against the backdrop of the Gilded Age, the Backstage Mystery Series stars Lillian Nolan, an unconventional member of Chicago’s upper class who dreams of a career of fortune and fame in the theater. Talented and ambitious, she possesses a hidden skill which she is extremely reluctant to use—the ability to communicate with those who have died and now live in the world of “The Beyond.” 
The series chronicles her adventures in which she continually becomes enmeshed in solving mysteries which often require her accessing the realm of the paranormal. Filled with an incredible cast of characters—factual, fictional, and sometimes non-physical—who either help or hinder her quest for the truth, the stories take place during a period considered to be the golden age of both acting and spiritualism in America.

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Excerpt

 In the summer of 1876, Lillian Nolan, actress and sleuth, visits the mausoleum where Louise Hawthorne is interred, expecting to meet with her friend and colleague, James O’Neill, who she believes is innocent of Louise’s murder:

As I turned back to the mausoleum, a wave of panic poured over me. It was so strong, so forceful that I almost lost my balance and fell to the ground. It seemed to flow over my heart and then spread out from there, taking my breath away. What was happening to me?
The bench that Jimmy and I had sat on before was not too far away and I forced myself to move toward it. As I got further away from the mausoleum, the alarm I felt dissipated slightly. I sat down and tried to take a deep breath. It didn’t make sense. The intense panic lightened, then quickly faded away and was gone. A feeling of unease remained in its place but I could catch my breath now. I checked my pin watch. I wondered if Jimmy had been delayed.
There was no other sound but the chirping of the birds in the elm trees and the faint sound of the waves hitting the shore of Lake Michigan. It was so peaceful here, so quiet and warm. There was a soft breeze coming in off the water and I closed my eyes for just a moment. Suddenly, I was jolted awake by a noise.
I checked my pin watch. Half an hour had passed! Where could Jimmy be? What had happened to him?
The noise became clearer now. It was the sound of someone weeping inconsolably. I got up from the bench and walked toward the Ramsey mausoleum. The sound became stronger. The ornate double doors were wide open and there was a figure standing inside bent over the stone crypt in the middle of the room. It was a tall woman, completely dressed in mourning including a veil over her face.
I stood in the doorway and said, “Excuse me, can I help you?”
The woman pulled back the veil off her face and I saw that it was Anne Reed.
“Anne? Anne. Are you all right?”
She stood up straight. She had a crisp white linen handkerchief in her hand that marked a stark contrast to her black clothes. She dabbed at her eyes. “No. I’m not. I will never be all right again.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I come here often.”
I took a step into the dim room. “I didn’t expect to see you here this morning. Did you come with Jimmy O’Neill?”
While it was cooler in the tomb than outside, I suddenly felt a chill go up my arm.
  

Author Bio –
Elizabeth Ireland discovered her passion for theater early. After receiving undergraduate and graduate degrees in Theater, she accepted a teaching position in a vibrant performing arts department at a college in northern Illinois. For ten years, she taught, directed and ran front-of-house operations. American Theater History—particularly that of the 19th century—has always been of particular interest to her.
She has been a quarter-finalist and a semi-finalist for the Don and Gee Nicholl Fellowship in screenwriting sponsored by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Two of her screenplays have been optioned, but remain unproduced. Her nonfiction work, Women of Vision: Ordinary Women, Extraordinary Lives, was published in 2008. Her work has also been published in a collection of paranormal short stories, Paramourtal: Tales of Undying Love and Loving the Undead. She lives in metro Atlanta with her ever-patient husband, and two quirky dachshunds.

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  1. Thank you for having me this morning. I am in the final four for 2019 Georgia Author of the Year- Essays. Winner to be announced later this month. So, somebody found my humor funny, I guess. If you are looking for some fun reading this summer, please check my book out. Thank you. ~Lee

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    1. You're very welcome! :) And congratulations! Good luck!

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