Book Tour & Giveaway (US/Int): Immortals, dangerous muses, & Inanimate Objects
Funerals were generally a depressing sort of thing, especially when you don’t know the person being buried. Elisha August had been to a lot of funerals lately, and none of them were for the person he wanted them to be for.
Elisha sighed heavily, his breath fanning out in front of his face like a phantom, and he glanced to his right. There was a sniffly fellow there, trumpeting into his handkerchief and wiping his eyes and going through all the proper motions. He must be related to the deceased. From the heavy grey coat he wore, the respectable spectacles and the hat, he was probably the son. Sons always cried the most, because they never got as much money as they thought they would and had secretly been telling their father off to everyone behind his back.
“How’d he die?” Elisha whispered, and the grey-coated man stopped sniffling for a moment. He glanced at Elisha, maybe wondering who in the world he was, but this was a funeral. It’s not polite to check invitations.
“Oh, well… you know… old age… nothing can be done. You know,” the fellow said and teared up again.
Elisha shook his head. “You have no idea how lucky you are,” he muttered.
No need to stay for the rest of the service, though, they always ended the same way. Elisha crisscrossed his way through the mourners and walked solemnly out of the cemetery. It could have been a beautiful day, really, what with the sun keeping the crisp fall air at bay, but no day could be truly beautiful until the Problem Was Solved.
It had been three years (next week) since Elisha was home in London last. When you’d been alive for a hundred and twenty seven years, three years was excusable, easily lost. Of course, this didn’t go for those all around him, as so very few people were gifted with long life and beautiful skin and golden hair. Arriving home to London brought a mixture of feelings both familiar and foreign. The buildings were generally still in the right places, but they had decayed in the face, just as the people had.
About the author
|Kendra L. Saunders is a 25 year old novelist, freelancer, poet, interviewer, short story writer, tea enthusiast, lover of all things English, record-shop-haunter and marketing coordinator for Spencer Hill Press. She’s won Honorable Mention in the Writer’s Digest Book Awards and is currently promoting her magic realism novel, Inanimate Objects, as well as traveling the known universes with her steampunk friends and a hot cup of tea. Her website is www.kendralsaunders.com|
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