a ghost drama by b elizabeth bell
What if you couldn’t see without natural light? Welcome to the afterlife of James Athelstan.
For fans of the book Wuthering Heights and the movie Ghost.
Aislin receives an unexpected phone call from James’ brother. The only man she’s ever loved is dead. She immediately packs her car and starts the long drive from the Pacific Northwest to her college town. Settling into the guestroom at James’ mansion is complicated by the uneasy company of his widow.
As the summer heat winds down in Coachella Valley, California, Aislin finds James haunting the hallways. Death cannot stop love and sparks reignite. But it turns out that Aislin isn’t the only one who can see James. Soon, a spiral of uncertainty ensnares the family. A plan to help him move on conflicts with the pain of saying goodbye forever. Questions arise about the mystery of his death, and the family scrambles to cover up a secret that will tear them apart.
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Exerpt from The Disconsolate
“This way, Aislin. Keep up.” They took to a flight of stone steps that actually
split halfway up; the marble stairs led left and right; each side guided by
hand-carved soap-stone banisters. Aislin’s jaw dropped. The splendor of his
home in person was far beyond the photos.
The chill in the air displaced her awe with emptiness. They turned to
the left. Jade seemed to walk with her feet barely touching the steps. Aislin
watched Jade almost float; her motion so fluid, but her frame so thin one
would think she could never even climb stairs. Each movement looked like
Jade was trying to stay balanced. The cold simultaneously resonated from
the widow and echoed off her silence. The stone’s smoothness rejected their
minced words, colder with each ascending movement. Aislin rubbed more
goose bumps away and got lost in how the chill followed them. The density of
the coolness seeped through the soles of her shoes. She noted the unnatural
sensation that accompanied the low temperatures.
The wall of leaded-glass windows opposite their ascent filtered and directed
the light so that a hundred streams of dust danced in chaotic swirls. For
a moment she caught the scent of cigarettes with something crude blended
in, something that turned her stomach. Jade’s feet drifted from one cold step
to the next, but never made contact. Never seemed like they connected with
anything other than the atmosphere that surrounded them. Mesmerized and
overwhelmed, Aislin tripped.
“Watch it there,” Jade admonished her guest.
“Sorry.” Aislin missed a step and caught herself with her hands on the one
right before her face.
Jade just shrugged, “Truly not a good place to fall, dear,” and extended a
hand to help her up.
With a tone that reminded one of proper manners, Jade seemed out of
place with the warm kindness of the Athelstans.
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