Percevale - I. The Ghosts of Time (English Edition)

By Anne de Gandt

Kings, Queens and Witches in sleeping castles can be full of surprises! An old name, some mysterious dreams... The heroine, helped by her friends Roiteleau & Croquignol, tries to find a hidden piece of her past. But sometimes the borderline between dream and reality is thin ....

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anne de Gandt
• Release date: Jun 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476017853

Anne de Gandt

Écrivain-photographe, Anne de Gandt crée des univers où se mêlent passé et présent, rêve et réalité. Son travail est une invitation aux voyages, à travers le temps, l'espace, la mémoire, l'identité et l'espoir.Writer-photographer, Anne de Gandt creates worlds which mingle past and present, dream and reality. She invites you to journey across time, space, memory, identity and hope.

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PERCEVALE

I. The Ghosts of Time

Anne de Gandt

English Edition

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Anne de Gandt at Smashwords

PERCEVALE - I. THE GHOSTS OF TIME

Copyright (c) 2011-2012 by Anne de Gandt

Cover design by Anne de Gandt

Translated from French by Anne de Gandt

Original French title: LES SPECTRES DU TEMPS

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NOTE TO THE READER

Please forgive the spelling/grammar errors you may find in the text, since this translation has been made by myself. Thank you for your patience.

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To Kera,

with great fondness.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

THE NAMELESS FOREST

THE SILVER LAKE

MYSTS & FOGS

THE CURSED KING

CORRIDORS & LABYRINTHS

MY BELOVED WITCH

IN THE SHADE OF THE PYRAMIDS

NEFERTIRI

WAR SCENES

THE BLEAK PLAIN

THE ARMY OF THE BLACK SWANS

PLURAL

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PROLOGUE

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My name is Percevale. I live on the edge of a forest filled with birds and secrets. And secrets, I do have. You don’t believe me? Go and see around the fountain or the cherry orchard. Lift the leaves, look under the rocks, listen to the wind. You don’t hear anything, really? This gentle murmur, that mysterious breath? Come with me, I will show you an enchanted world.

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Huge, majestic, eternal. As fell from the sky, the moon casts its shadow on the dark and deserted space. Her black wings envelop the night, which fades before it. The Milky Way adorns the sky with its thousands of stars, the wind is rising. Squeaks, roars. Clouds pass, veiling the circular star. The dry grass crackles underfoot, cold stiffens the limbs. The wind gets bigger. A roar. A complaint. Cries. Walk faster. The heart beats accelerate, blood beats into the veins.

Nothing. Neither before, nor behind. The moor stretches, unreal, under the pale moon. The wind carries the sound of past voices, come from a forgotten time. Men, women, children. What do they say? I don’t know. I have been lost in this cursed place for an endless time, unsure why I am here. One name, only one, comes back to me. Percevale. An old name, in three-time, which seals my memories.

The night becomes darker. My shoulders hunched up, I try to gather my thoughts, to understand what’s happening to me. A double immaculate flower. One name. Almost nothing. I walk through this deserted place,without knowing where I go nor where I come from. The sound of nature is the only one I understand, its powerful and bewitching song, my original language. I sit down the rough grass, waiting for the pale dawn. The sun will light this landscape like a lightless abyss. For several days, I’ve