Saturday, May 25, 2019

#BookTour #Excerpt & $10 #Giveaway for Annabel Lee by Christopher Conlon!! #Historical #Gothic @SDSXXTours #books #bookworms #WIN

Annabel Lee:
The Story of a Woman, Written By Herself
Christopher Conlon

Historical Gothic

Everybody knows Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee”—but who was she really?
In this haunting and evocative novel, Christopher Conlon (“one of
the preeminent names in contemporary literary horror”—
imagines a life for one of literature’s most renowned characters.
Hers is a chronicle even more thrilling, doom-haunted, and tragic
than Poe himself could have conceived, for here Annabel Lee tells her
own story in her own words…for the first time.

I heard Mrs. Krasnoff cry out. One of the men shouted. I rushed to Mother. It all happened in an instant—she whirled to face me and I saw the knife plunge down in a flash. A indescribable pain erupted in my shoulder, between my collarbone and the base of my neck, like nothing I had ever felt. I heard screaming and knew it was my mother’s. I knew also that as quickly as the knife had sunk into my flesh it had been pulled clear again. The world tilted. I felt myself falling—saw blood flowing across my shoulder and chest—I collapsed onto the floor. The pain immediately became something more akin to a numbness, a strange lack of feeling, as if I were disconnecting from my body and looking down upon it as a separate being. I felt that I was part of another world even as I was there, on the floor, with my eyes open, watching as the men rushed at my mother. There was the sound of glass shattering as she hurled the doctor away and his back crashed into a kitchen window. Sheriff Wyre reached for the knife in her hand, but was a moment too late. She plunged it into her own heart—deeply, I saw—more deeply than I would have imagined possible, so deeply that nothing but the knife handle could be seen, the knife handle in her hand now covered in a copious, flowing river of blood. There was a terrible silence as Sheriff Wyre backed away in shock and all expression died out of my mother’s eyes and she fell forward, the knife being plunged ever more deeply her body as she collapsed onto the floor directly beside me, her empty and now lifeless eyes only inches from my own. I heard screaming then, but whose it was I did not know. The sound seemed to fade away and I heard it as from far away, down a long empty canyon. The world darkened as I heard hurried shufflings around me, felt hands touching and pressing around my neck. I could not move. I stared helplessly into my mother’s dead eyes and the world turned white—then gray—then black.

I believe that at that moment I died. The sounds around me were remote and I felt myself suddenly dematerialize—become lighter than air—float free—and somehow was witnessing the scene from above: Mrs. Krasnoff rushing to us with towels in her hands, the doctor frantically applying the towels to me and trying to stanch the flow of blood, the sheriff asking, “Do I take it out? Do I?” and the doctor saying, “Yes, yes,” and the sheriff wrenching the knife from my mother’s heart, blood burbling forth then as from a cauldron, soaking her nightgown, his hands, the floor, my dress and hair. Then higher—as if I were suspended in the sky now, past the ceiling and roof, looking down at the top of the house which was now somehow transparent, and seeing them working desperately to save us, or rather to save me—I saw the sheriff give up on Mother and turn his attention to the doctor and his young emergency patient. They worked and worked and somehow, though I was far above in the sky, I felt them maneuvering my body this way and that, felt the hard press of the towel against my neck, heard the doctor say, “Annabel, are you there? Can you hear me, child? Try to respond. Can you speak? Can you squeeze my hand?” And just then I realized that my left hand was within the doctor’s big palm and I slowly forced movement through my fingers, enough that he said, “She is alive. Keep the pressure on the wound, sheriff. Hold it as tightly as you can. Mrs. Krasnoff, more towels, please, or cloth, whatever you can find. And water.” After a moment, more quietly, “I think her artery is all right. If that is so, she may live. She may just live.”

Christopher Conlon (b. 1962) is best known as the editor of the Bram Stoker
Award-winning anthology "He Is Legend" (Gauntlet/Tor), a
tribute to author Richard Matheson which was reprinted by the Science
Fiction Book Club and in multiple foreign translations. His novel
"Savaging the Dark" was included in Booklist's "Top
Ten: Horror" for 2015 (starred review) and acclaimed by Paste
Magazine both as one of the 21 Best Horror Books of the 21st Century
and as one of the 50 Best Horror Novels of All Time. Two of his
earlier novels, "Midnight on Mourn Street" and "A
Matrix of Angels," were finalists for the Stoker Award, and he
has written numerous collections of stories and poems along with two
full-length stage plays. A former Peace Corps Volunteer, Conlon holds
an M.A. in American Literature from the University of Maryland and
lives in the Washington, DC area.

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  1. This book sounds like a fascinating read.

  2. The cover is lovely, but the plot sounds shocking and grim.

    1. I can't deny that,'s inspired by Edgar Allan Poe, after all!

  3. I like the cover, and I look forward to reading it this summeer.

  4. I love the cover and the premise/direction of this work is amazingly clever

  5. This is my kind of story. I'd love to read it and the cover has so much atmosphere.

  6. I like the cover. The graphics are great. Thanks for the giveaway.

  7. Thanks for the great giveaway!
    The book looks like an amazing read!

  8. I really like the cover

  9. I like the cover-thanks

    tiramisu392 (at)

  10. The excerpt is riveting and the cover with lighthouse and girl appear evocative.

  11. I hope you decide to read the book, Sunnymay!

  12. This book sounds like a good read that would be hard to put down. I like the cover as well.

  13. The cover is beautiful I love it

  14. Love the cover! What inspired you to write this book?

  15. Great excerpt! This sounds like an intriguing read! The cover is beautiful. Thanks for sharing! ❤


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