The keys will be back with you in an hour or two. I’ve crept around old castles in the dead of night using infrared film, and look, all in one piece. I really am a bit worried about the whole thing. He was a tall young man, suited, studious with slicked back hair and thin-rimmed glasses. If I do, I’m off to the papers tomorrow to get rich. Maybe I’ll photograph a ghost, mocked Isabella, thrusting the keys into her pocket. Mighty be a bit eerie too, hanging about in a mouldering old theatre. It’s not in the best part of town, and the weather forecast is awful. Should Isabella fight against this unearthly power and for the man she has grown to love.or should she save herself and seek a time portal through which she can return home?Ī tale of timeslips, fantasy, romance and Faerie revenge! Read moreĪre you going to be all right? James Thomas dropped the rusted old keys into Isabella Lawrence’s outstretched hand. Something uncanny dwells in the crypt in the graveyard, and its presence and its malice, threatens both Stannion and Isabella, body and soul.

But Augustus has secrets, and so does his ruinous, Gothic mansion and the eerie churchyard beyond. Eventually, she comes to love the austere master of Elvingstone Manor.and there marriage is a sham no longer. Despite this sham going against all Isabella believes in, she agrees, for she has no idea how else to survive in this bygone era, so familiar and yet so strange. Arabella is asked to marry the mysterious brooding landowner, Sir Augustus Stannion-a marriage strictly one of convenience. into the past into the body of of a jobbing Victorian actress called Arabella Lorne. Panicking, she runs out onto the stage-and the rotted boards crumble beneath her feet, hurling her down, down, down. As she takes her shots in the auditorium, she suddenly realises someone else, someone unknown, is in the building with her. One night she goes on a shoot in a derelict theatre. Her specialty is photographing old buildings prior to their restoration. Isabella Lawrence is a photographer in modern day London.

Moon Lord by J.P. Reedman