The House – An Excerpt from my Novel
The house unchanged was just as she’d remembered. To see the house was good, it had always been a haven. It was a place of freedom, of learning, and safe keeping. A place for hiding, for biding time, for secrets.
It held its back to the mountain as if set into its walls, and standing at the front door you could see the twinkling lights of town, about ten miles down a sweep of clotted fields. As a child she thought the house was in the sky, and her aunt, borrowing from Tennyson would say…
‘She clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, ring’d with the azure world, she stands. The wrinkled road beneath her crawls; she watches from her mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt she falls.’
To the outside world it was a house of mystery, of witches, and a curious air of foreboding, with its steep steps up to the door. They didn’t invite the visitor.
Life was hard here, but inside unfolded many warm comforts and surprising delights. It had to serve many purposes beyond that of a normal house. For generations it had kept its people safe within its walls, while keeping dangers out…
This is an excerpt from the first draft of my first novel, not yet published. I hope you liked it. Keep up to date with my progress here on the blog. I love to hear your thoughts so feel free to comment. Thanks for reading 🙂