To Claim the Long-Lost Lover has gone to the editor, and I’m about to work on the second half of To Tame the Wild Rake. But first, I’m looking at what comes next. Either Chaos Come Again or The Darkness Within, and I’ve already started The Darkness Within. In The Darkness Within, my hero has an inner dialogue going on with someone called Sebastian. Sebastian harasses, advises, and goads him. Max thinks he is being haunted. It could be a ghost. Or it could be a memory. Or perhaps my hero is unbalanced. I think I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide.
If your protagonist talks to herself or to a dead aunt or to anyone else invisible to all the other characters in the story, please share an excerpt in the comments. Here is mine.
“Stedham was looking for a home; a purpose,” Max told Sebastian. The lieutenant had tried being a steward on an estate, and moved on. He had worked for a while in a lawyer’s office, and a few months more as secretary to a Member of Parliament. The last address the sister had for him was a vicarage, and the last contact a cryptic note from the vicar. Max was heading there now.
“Paul hasn’t been able to settle since he returned from the wars,” the sister had told Max.
Her husband’s estimation was harsher. “He cannot stick to anything. Some of those ex-military men are like that. They need the adventure, the thrills, and they’re no use in ordinary life. He should join up again.”
Max didn’t agree. “Stedham was a good soldier, but he wasn’t made for that life. Not really,” he told the man, but he might as well have talked to the wall.
“You don’t know him like we do,” the brother-in-law said.
“That man wants his wife to himself,” Sebastian commented. “I know jealousy when I see it.”
Max thought the ghost might be right. Sebastian usually was right about the darker emotions. “Stedham needs a place to belong, but his sister’s home wasn’t it.” Stedham could hardly have missed the lack of welcome. Was that why he stopped writing to his sister? But he’d only stayed with the pair for the first two months after arriving home from France in 1814. He’d continued to write faithfully, week after week, until a few months ago.
“No one belongs,” Sebastian argued. “Belonging is an illusion, and the ones you love most are the ones who most hurt you.”
Max ignored the oblique reference to Sebastian’s death.
Nice excerpt. You’ve been busy!
Yesterday, the tiler and the builder both came to measure up the bathroom again, and discuss what has to be done. It might really be going to happen this time.
Ghosts and telepathic connections are in most of my works, from the rare originals to fanfic in fantasy or sc-fi realms. My leads may wonder briefly about their sanity as they transition into the changed world of the narrative, but there is ample support of their sanity. (especially when the telepathy is a useful survival skill) One of the more interesting ideas was when a possessing spirit was corrupted and the leads sought a cognate of the holy grail to heal the spirit, returning it to being a spirit of justice instead of a demon of vengeance.
I like that take on possession.