Ignoble Deeds: A Short Story of the Paranormal

By AC Smyth

In the future, ghosts can be contained within the newly-discovered Paliakis fields. When an entrepreneur uses this phenomenon to create the worlds first 'spook zoo', Lila is at the head of the line to visit. And she has a more personal reason to be there than most.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AC Smyth
• Release date: Apr 25, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311919601

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Ignoble Deeds: A Short Story of the Paranormal

By AC Smyth

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Originally published in Quantum Zoo, edited by DJ Gelner and JM Ney-Grimm.

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Ignoble Deeds

It is, alas, chiefly the evil emotions that are able to leave their photographs on surrounding scenes and objects and whoever heard of a place haunted by a noble deed, or of beautiful and lovely ghosts revisiting the glimpses of the moon?

Algernon H. Blackwood

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I’ll not be gone long, Mum. I promise. Just a few days. Three or four.

You can hang on. It’s important.

Lila sat by the hospice bed, her thumb absently stroking the parchment skin on the back of her mother’s hand. Her mum had been vital, energetic, dropping hints about men and weddings and grandchildren. Then almost overnight, it seemed, she had become this husk of a person propped up on a mountain of pillows. That she might die seemed inconceivable. That she would die was inevitable.