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Blurb: Dawn Summers is dying. It’s 1853 and as the seventeen year old continues to fade away she has visions of the father she never knew, urging her to fight for her life.

In the small village of Fandova the only medical care is in the form of the mysterious Dr. Moralus who has a known penchant for bloodletting. Thomas, Dawn's fiancé, is warned against inviting his intervention, but feels he has no choice, he pleads with the doctor to save Dawn’s life…whatever it takes.

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Meeting The Doctor...
Before the doctor had arrived in the village the house had stood empty. The family who had previously built it had left for the West coast two summers earlier, and with no one to care for the building it had quickly fallen in to a state of disrepair. Yet, the rotting walls and the uneven floor did not trouble Dr. Moralus. He had squinted in to the darkness of the house, the nervous village elders at his side, and declared that it would “do nicely.”

“But Dr. Moralus, we could build you a house much more pleasant than this!” Colin Staithwaite had protested, desperate to find himself a place in the doctor’s good graces as daily his youngest son’s lungs became ever weaker.

“No, this is quite fine. I just need the windows boarded up.”

The men were silent in puzzled confusion and so the doctor added by way of explanation; “Because of my condition. I cannot be touched by the sun.”

Bemused, but too relieved to finally have a doctor to question things further, the men obliged and Dr. Moralus moved in to the only vacant house which Fandova had to offer. 
 Thomas now stood at the front door of the house which was locked in darkness. Glancing up, he felt quite certain not even a single shard of sunlight could make it through the dense cloud cover, and so he knocked sharply upon the door three times. He was met by only deathly silence within.

Sighing, Thomas waited a moment before knocking again, this time with twice the intensity. Still nothing.
“Dr. Moralus, this is an emergency!” he yelled so that his voice would carry through the wood and in to the house.

“My fiancée…she is dying. This cannot wait until nightfall!” When still silence was the only response Thomas kicked against the door in frustration.

“There is no sun!” he cried, as nearby villagers at the well stopped to glance over at what was causing all the ruckus.

“You will have safe passage to her home. I will protect you beneath my coat if you so wish!”

Growing increasingly distraught, he pounded his fist against the door, the wood shaking and splintering from the movement.

“He won’t come,” a small female voice explained from behind him.

Thomas turned and saw Juliet Brightfield gazing at him sadly. Once a beautiful woman, losing all three of her children had stolen her looks from her, leaving her appearance perpetually tired and empty. Eyes that had once sparkled with a secret mischief now sat like dark lifeless pools within their sockets. All of Fandova had mourned Juliet’s tragic loss, and try as she and her husband might, God would not give them any more children to love and care for.

“You can bang the place down and he won’t come,” Juliet continued, cradling her bucket of water in her arms as though it were one of her lost children.

Thomas remembered how only six months ago, Juliet had stood on the exact same spot as him, smacking her hands against the wooden door of the doctor’s home until they bled from the exertion. She’d sobbed and pleaded for him to come and see her son who was dying. She’d even brought her little boy to the door and lay there with him as he clung to life, desperate for the doctor to see him, but he never came. As the sun set and Dr. Moralus at last left the sanctuary of his home, Juliet was cradling a corpse. She had not been the same since.

“If you want to do what’s best for Dawn, you will go and you will be with her until the Lord takes her. Trust me; it is a mercy that the monster will not come out,” she cast a hateful glance at Dr. Moralus’ home.

“No, I’ve got to do something. He’s my last hope of saving her,” Thomas argued, turning his back on Juliet and banging again upon the door.

About Carys Jones: Carys Jones loves nothing more than to write and create stories which ignite the reader's imagination. Based in Shropshire, England, Carys lives with her husband, two guinea pigs and her adored canine companion Rollo. 

When she's not writing, Carys likes to indulge her inner geek by watching science- fiction films or playing video games. 

She lists John Green, Jodi Picoult and Virginia Andrews as her favorite authors and draws inspiration for her own work from anything and everything. 

To Carys, there is no greater feeling then when you lose yourself in a great story and it is that feeling of ultimate escapism which she tries to bring to her books.


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