Title: As Cold As Thorns
Author: Isis Sousa
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Gothic/Paranormal/Dark Fairytale
Publisher: Tragic Books
Release Date: Nov 28 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
When lust and vanity consume a humble young soul, nothing is left but a faint flame in the darkness of the void.
The solace and contentment of Henrique’s simple life as a small-town tailor’s apprentice vanish when his ambitions turn him overnight into one of the most powerful and influential personalities in early-1800s Europe. His quick ascension to the upper echelons of the leading Iberian Empire reveals a man torn between the pure heart he once was, and the grim shade of what he has now become: a spirit obsessed with expensive material possessions and the urge to acquire the unattainable.
Henrique succumbs to the ever-growing desires and beguiling passions tormenting his mind, causing a rupture between reason and a desolate world of ice and snow where pain is the key to salvation. Will he survive his encounter with the colossal emptiness and find the righteous path to lead him out of his agony?
Come and indulge yourself in this startling tale of coldness and wonder.
Henrique hurried to clean himself, to wash away the dirty layer covering his skin. This was him restoring his old self, or at least part of it. When the bath was over he dried himself with one of his peshtemal and dressed in the clothes he had selected. In front of the mirror on the wall to the right of the door, he stood, tying his scarf and hiding the ends inside the vest. By the candlelight and the first hints of dawn he took delight in seeing his figure: clean, well-dressed, perfect hair, a beautiful face, notwithstanding his compromised youth with its cascades of gray hair dominating both his head and chin, and even a line or two of gray disturbing the fields of dark that were his eyebrows. This was abnormal, he knew, for he had never seen another young man his age with this particular problem. He sighed in disapproval, taking the candlestick and his sketchbook from the stand and exiting the bathroom.
He took the stairs up again, and further down the corridor he took the small, dark stairs up to the attic. At the top of the stairs was a narrow, old door. Opening the door, the hinges sang. He stopped at the threshold, inhaling the smell of the place while smiling to himself. It had been a long time since he had last worked here, perhaps an entire year since he set foot in his home atelier. It had the odour of stagnant air and an accent of mold.
He placed the sketchbook on the first table and then went around lighting the chandeliers. There were two thick, old wooden tables in the middle of the vast room, counters and closets on all the walls, filled with materials from leather to different types of fabrics from all over the world, as well as sewing threads, stones and pearls for embroidery. These materials alone were worth a fortune.
On some of the counters there were small mechanical machines used to help him in his tasks, and he even had a copy of the pioneering, revolutionary first sewing machine, which was exclusive to a few of the finest tailors and courts.
He partly opened a couple of windows to renew some of the air, and then headed to the stove in a column close to the wall opposite the door. He grabbed some old pieces of wood from a pile by the wall and started a fire to warm the cold room. He fed the fire well, for he was burning to begin a new masterpiece.
Henrique grabbed a roll of thick leather pieces from one of the counters and placed them on one of the tables. He unrolled them and took a small piece – around half a meter by half a meter – and spread it flat on the table. He used a marker to trace what was to become one of the templates for Catelyna’s new dress, the one he had been sketching the night before.
I am an artist; illustrator and graphic designer who writes on my free time. But with all the imagination I have running lose, there came some stories… And there came some books!
I am born and grown up in Brazil, however I live in Mid-Norway with my beloved husband, in a tiny valley surrounded by mountains and with very few neighbours.
When I’m not doing artwork and illustration for clients, I’m doing woodcarving, painting ornaments, painting artworks for myself, and so on. Love Arts, History and Metal.
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