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    The Screaming Skulls of Calgarth Hall
    The Hand That Feeds
    Here Ch'i Gathers
    Ebook series7 titles

    Interludes Series

    By David P. Elvar

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    About this series

    Sometimes, perhaps too many times, kindness is not what it seems...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDavid P. Elvar
    Release dateAug 5, 2014
    The Screaming Skulls of Calgarth Hall
    The Hand That Feeds
    Here Ch'i Gathers

    Titles in the series (7)

    • 2

      Here Ch'i Gathers
      Here Ch'i Gathers

      Here Ch'i Gathers

      David P. Elvar
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      There was wealth here, he could feel it. Wealth they could tap, wealth they could liberate. They felt no qualms about what they did: most profit is earned on the sweat of another, most is undeserved. Most is then simply being returned to where it belonged. Not stealing, more a repositioning of resources. Another sanitising label. They had learned well from their political masters.

      There was wealth here, he could feel it. Wealth they could tap, wealth they could liberate. They felt no qualms about what they did: most profit is earned on the sweat of another, most is undeserved. Most is then simply being returned to where it belonged. Not stealing, more a repositioning of resources. Another sanitising label. They had learned well from their political masters.

    • 1

      The Screaming Skulls of Calgarth Hall
      The Screaming Skulls of Calgarth Hall

      The Screaming Skulls of Calgarth Hall

      David P. Elvar
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      ‘Look to yourself, Myles Phillipson! ’Tis a fine thing you think you have done but this miserable parcel of land you lust after will prove the dearest a Phillipson ever got. You will never prosper. The time shall come when no Phillipson will own an inch of land. And while stand the walls of your fine new house, we will haunt it night and day. You will never be rid of us! NEVER!’

      ‘Look to yourself, Myles Phillipson! ’Tis a fine thing you think you have done but this miserable parcel of land you lust after will prove the dearest a Phillipson ever got. You will never prosper. The time shall come when no Phillipson will own an inch of land. And while stand the walls of your fine new house, we will haunt it night and day. You will never be rid of us! NEVER!’

    • 3

      The Hand That Feeds
      The Hand That Feeds

      The Hand That Feeds

      David P. Elvar
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      No one suspected, did they. Maybe we’d just gotten too caught up in our own sense of goodwill to wonder. Let’s face it, where famine stalks, death’s just a few steps behind, the oldest and the weakest the first losers, but where were the bodies?

      No one suspected, did they. Maybe we’d just gotten too caught up in our own sense of goodwill to wonder. Let’s face it, where famine stalks, death’s just a few steps behind, the oldest and the weakest the first losers, but where were the bodies?

    • 4

      'Put Your Back Into It!': The Phantom of Toerning Mill
      'Put Your Back Into It!': The Phantom of Toerning Mill

      'Put Your Back Into It!': The Phantom of Toerning Mill

      David P. Elvar
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      ‘It is a curse we have lived with, this past century and more, sir,’ he said. ‘That post holds down the ghost of one Peter Christian Holm, one-time administrator of the mill here and the surrounding farms.’ ‘Holds down the ghost!’ I repeated, aghast. ‘But how? And why?’ ‘Let me tell you the story, sir. Let me take you back into our past...’

      ‘It is a curse we have lived with, this past century and more, sir,’ he said. ‘That post holds down the ghost of one Peter Christian Holm, one-time administrator of the mill here and the surrounding farms.’ ‘Holds down the ghost!’ I repeated, aghast. ‘But how? And why?’ ‘Let me tell you the story, sir. Let me take you back into our past...’

    • 5

      An Unconscionable Time
      An Unconscionable Time

      An Unconscionable Time

      David P. Elvar
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      So how did I come to this? Oh, I doubt it not: you will have heard the manner of my death, handed down to you second or perhaps even third hand, each retelling receiving just that little extra embellishment, another grain of shock to add spice to the feast. Very possibly if I know the tongues that wag in this parish. But whatever you heard, be assured you know less than the half of it.

      So how did I come to this? Oh, I doubt it not: you will have heard the manner of my death, handed down to you second or perhaps even third hand, each retelling receiving just that little extra embellishment, another grain of shock to add spice to the feast. Very possibly if I know the tongues that wag in this parish. But whatever you heard, be assured you know less than the half of it.

    • 6

      The Other Box
      The Other Box

      The Other Box

      David P. Elvar
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      I doubt that Zeus ever guessed it might come to this, gifted with foresight though he be. Worsted by his own art, or so he would have it, but he fashions the world to his liking alone and how else should he feel when his creations grow according to their will rather than his own? Jealousy? Pride? Yes, and in measure to befit the God of Gods.

      I doubt that Zeus ever guessed it might come to this, gifted with foresight though he be. Worsted by his own art, or so he would have it, but he fashions the world to his liking alone and how else should he feel when his creations grow according to their will rather than his own? Jealousy? Pride? Yes, and in measure to befit the God of Gods.

    • 7

      Volenti Non Fit Injuria (To They Who Are Willing, No Wrong Can Be Done)
      Volenti Non Fit Injuria (To They Who Are Willing, No Wrong Can Be Done)

      Volenti Non Fit Injuria (To They Who Are Willing, No Wrong Can Be Done)

      David P. Elvar
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      Sometimes, perhaps too many times, kindness is not what it seems...

      Sometimes, perhaps too many times, kindness is not what it seems...

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    David P. Elvar

    Off-the-wall and Supernatural short stories, plus the odd full length offering.

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