Charlotte finds herself confiding her fears to her
father’s shipwright apprentice, Rees Pendleton, the eldest son of the village’s
most prominent family. Whilst Rees’ mother disapproves of their growing
relationship, it will be the arrival of the reclusive uncle with his own
secrets who may threaten not only the Pendleton’s future but Charlotte’s as
well.
Charlotte and Rees will discover that all is not
what it may seem in their quiet, seaside village of Keesbury. Some of the
residents are keeping secrets - horrific and deadly secrets.
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It was late morning, the sun continued to
fail in its efforts to pierce the heavy blanket of fog skirting around the
village of Keesbury. The mourners, though few, pulled their woolen cloaks tight
around their bodies and gently stomped their feet to keep the chill of the wet
grass from soaking through their socks and clamping down upon their toes. Save
for the mother, no tears were being shed. He had been a mischievous little boy
who had been known to wander precariously close to the cliff’s edge, at times,
crawling to the edge and leaning over, tossing rocks into the swirling surf or
flinging them into the air in an effort to hit a taunting seagull. There were
gasps amongst his classmates when their teacher informed them of his death, and
even a few nervous giggles, but no tears. All of the children who called
Keesbury home had been warned from early childhood to avoid the cliffside at
Devil’s Basin.
The local constable merely shrugged his
shoulders upon peering down from the cliffside rising above the Noyo Bay. The
fact the child had fallen from the area known as Devil’s Basin was not lost on
him and it was a bit cruel, he thought, for the Lord to take the child in such
a violent manner. The broken body of the boy lay awkwardly atop a jagged rock,
referred to as the “Devil’s Table” which was seated just within the surf. The
tide would be coming in soon and for a moment the constable considered letting
the ocean take another soul away but then he thought of the child’s mother. He
nodded to the gathering of men to lower a rope; he would climb down the cliff
himself to recover the boy’s body.
Author Bio
L.B. grew up in a one stop-light town in central Idaho. After earning a Bachelor of Art’s degree in cultural anthropology from California State University-Chico, she uprooted herself to begin a new life in Washington, D.C., where she began a varied career in professional communications in private business and education.
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