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The Lady of the Night – Chapter 2

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  “Find all the chapter links in the ebook trailer post!” “Trailer of the ebook The Lady of the Night” Chapter 2  Youth and the Massacre  Memory carries its own fragrance. For me, youth smelled of melted candle wax lighting our modest home, of bread my mother baked on cold mornings, and of my father’s damp boots, always dusted by the streets of revolution. I was nearly seventeen when my father first led me into a secret gathering of rebels. The cellar was thick with lamplight smoke and the sweat of men shouting furiously against the nobility’s privileges. I listened, spellbound, sensing that something vast was about to erupt. Soon, I learned to handle the small daggers my father hid beneath the mattress. “One day, daughter, you will need to defend yourself,” he told me. The cold steel in my hands felt both alien and strangely comforting. But on that fateful winter night of 1791, my youth ended. The wind sliced through the cracks of the window, carrying the distant s...

The Lady of the Night – Chapter 1

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  Review of the ebook “All chapters will be published on the blog.” Chapter 1 The Encounter Paris, France, twenty-first century. The café was steeped in a bittersweet haze of burning incense, laced with the metallic tang of rusted iron. Elias Montgomery, an American pastor and writer of thirty, drew a long breath, striving to mask his unease. He had chosen this dim Parisian café, with its low ceiling and muted light, because an anonymous message on his phone had promised that here he would find the subject of his life—the fantastic yet real story no one else dared to record. The door opened. A gust of cold air swept through, snuffing out a candle on the counter. And then she entered. Emma Valcourt. Her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders with a liquid grace. Her face, seemingly fixed in the youth of twenty-three, betrayed none of the decades—or centuries—she carried. In the moist gleam of her eyes flickered both innocence and cruelty. “Pastor Montgomery?” she asked in h...