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Author Notes: I’ve wanted to write a book ever since I could remember. Pages filled with fantasy, wonder and excitement. About a year ago – I decided to take that plunge and start writing. Life has gotten in the way and the pages remain unfinished. I am hoping by sending this out into the universe – it will somehow breathe magic and life back into this goal. I hope you like this excerpt from Chapter One.

XX A.L.D. – @harnessmagazine@adrelli


Click. Pop. With the flick of the wrist and fiddle of a hairpin the mysterious door popped open. I stood there in complete awe. The entire room was filled with mirrors – antique mirrors of all shapes and sizes. Nothing else hung on the walls. No rugs on the ground. No curtains to camouflage the windows. No chairs for sitting and entertaining. It was a mausoleum of mirrors. The air filled with dust particles, and you could barely see a glimmer in the glass. The room hadn’t been entered in ages.

As I gathered my bearings, I noticed Willow was standing in front of the largest mirror in the room. It stood eight feet off of the ground and was delicately spun with a green marble frame. There were odd shapes and symbols carved into the mirror’s trim, and at the very top sat a small angelic like face with round cheeks and softly closed eyes. Willow touched the mirror.  “Creepy, isn’t it?” I touched the mirror, I swore it rippled.

“Did you see that?”

“No – what – sorry I was looking at the other creepy mirrors your grandmother decided to hang up in here.” For some reason it bothered me that she insulted the nature of the room and Uriel for that matter. I could feel a tingling sensation starting to bubble in my chest.  “Can we please get out of here before Uriel gets back?”

As soon as we turned to leave the room I heard a thump and a crash. “What in the world was that?” I yelled to Willow. I turned around and froze. I could feel Willow clinging to my arm and I heard her breath start to quicken. Standing in front of us was a burly six-foot tall man wearing what seemed to be an assortment of furs. His matted hair was to his shoulders and it looked liked he hadn’t bathed in a considerable amount of time. “Hello, my ladies. I’ve been waiting an awful long time to speak with Uriel and I just now noticed her portal was activated.”

“You, you what? Where did you come from? How did you get in here?” I shouted.

“Calm down, why I came through the mirror of course. Where else would I have come from? That seems like a silly question. You must be Uriel’s daughter. You’re the spitting image of her,” he stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “I’ve always hoped I would meet you.”

“I am – I am Uriel’s granddaughter and you better get out of here before I call the police!” I screamed.

“What is going on in here and what do you think you girls are doing?” Uriel snipped as she rounded the corner. As Uriel peered into the room she realized what her granddaughter had done. “Ahh, Uriel, by god, it’s good to see you,” he stated in a warm tone.

“Oh, Finn, after all of these years I should have known you would find me – one way or another. Please come in.” You could tell by Uriel’s expression she was concerned about having her whereabouts known, but couldn’t hide her admiration for Finn.

She led Finn out of the room without explanation. I followed inquisitively behind wondering how he could have possibly entered through the mirror. Maybe there was a secret passage I didn’t now about. This house seemed to be filled with secrets. Uriel kept most of the doors locked. I figured it was because she felt as though I was an intruder on her secluded life-style. It wasn’t exactly her first choice to have me here.

“I think it’s time for Willow to hitch a ride home,” Uriel gently stated. You could tell Willow was disappointed. We haven’t had much excitement this summer. The weather has been unbearably hot. We’ve spent most of our time lounging in the garden behind the house or held up in Uriel’s library. Having a stranger appear in McClellanville was exciting. Having a stranger appear out of a mirror in McClellanville, South Carolina is the most exciting thing that has happened in the last one hundred years.

“You better tell me everything as soon as this Finn character leaves,” whispered Willow. “I will, don’t worry, I will call you as soon as I can,” I stated. I rushed Willow  through the large emerald green front door and my heart sank in my chest.

I could hear Finn and Uriel talking hastily in the living room. I slowly crept up to get a better listen.

“Come in, Child,” Uriel stated firmly.

“I don’t believe we have had a formal introduction.  I am Finn, your grandmother’s protector.” Protector? What in the world does that mean? My head started to buzz.

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  1. I too have ideas for novels and short stories, and despite how life has changed for me and I continue to go about my world, the stories from my early teens are still there, ready to be written. I’ve always had an active imagination, and In my mind i have created worlds of my own, with characters that like to haunt me and say “give me a name, put me in print”. My life gets busy, then the voices cease, but in the silent moments of reflection, they come and sometimes force me to write something. It is funny, when you decide to become a writer, once that decision is made, there’s no going back. SO good luck on your adventure! It’s been 9 years for me and well… I only have one novel complete that needs a lot of editing and bits and pieces of other stories lol.


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