By chance, have you read “Morpheus Eugenia”, a novella by
A.S. Blatt, published by Random House in 1993. I read it long ago, and it
impressed me…more than I knew. Years later, under the pen name Bianca Swan, I
wrote Gemini Rising, and I believe this novella was the inspiration for my
taboo dark fantasy.
The novella is not a
dark fantasy. It’s niched as “Historical Fiction”.
Let me tell you a little about both the novella
and the book. They are not alike, but the underlying theme is the same.
“Morpheus Eugenia”:
Impoverished naturalist William Adamson, traveling back to
Victorian England, stays with his benefactor Sir Harold Alabaster. Sir Harold’s
eldest daughter Eugenia is still in mourning over her fiancé’s death and
emotionally vulnerable. Soon, William falls in love with quiet but extremely
beautiful Eugenia. Sir Harold approves of their marriage, and they are wed. Sir
Harold seems happy, but no one else does
Eugenia becomes pregnant very shortly after their marriage.
She has intense mood swings from frosty and distant to avaricious and wildly
sexual. One day, while William is teaching
the children in the woods, a servant calls him back to the manor, saying
Eugenia wants him. He bursts into the bedroom and finds Eugenia and her brother
Edgar having sex. Eugenia explains that her fiancé had found out and killed himself.
I know this is a spoiler.
I’m about to give you the blurb on Gemini Rising, which is a spoiler in
itself. Now, there are no story similarities, but I imagine you’ve guessed the
underlying theme.
Blurb—Gemini Rising:
The Alastair twins are a scientific
impossibility. To parents who’ve tried every way to have a child, their male
and female identical twins are a miracle.
Isolated in
their island castle, the Alastair twins Alain and Alina turn to each other for
friendship and love. But when their love shifts from fraternal to frighteningly
deep, they’ll each dance with their lust in their own way.
A dark fantasy
of forbidden longings and midnight pledges, spoken to be broken or kept. How
can these phenomenal twins possibly unleash their innermost desires? The answer
will shock you.
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Despite the theme, Gemini Rising is a poignant love story,
running the gamut of emotion from laughter to tears. The novella, which I
recommend, is a bit distant, and I don’t remember feeling a connection with the
characters, even William or poor Eugenia, but it was a powerful story (must
have been for me to remember it decades later). Still, neither the book nor the
movie delved into the characters’ feelings as I recollect. I did see the 1995 movie titled “Angels and
Insects” based on the novella. Because the actors performed the actions, it was
easier to see their feelings, but they all seemed distant, except maybe Matty,
the housekeeper. Perhaps, because it was the Victorian Era, they were just
reserved. I’d have to read it again,
which I might just do. “Morpheus Eugenia” is a Nightingale-Swan recommended
read. haha
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Angels and Insects Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/Angels-Insects-Novellas-Vintage-International-ebook/dp/B007OLYQ4O
With Code TR2Z44E4 Gemini Rising, as a new release, is on sale for 20% off.
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Originally published by Random House! I couldn’t find a publisher for my little
baby. Taboo fiction is taboo. Amazon
will take it down if they discover it.
So, finally in the end, because the publisher left a comment on Bianca’s
blog with a link to her glowing review of The Gate Keeper’s Cottage, I looked
into Black Lotus Books. In a matter of
weeks, I had a contract. Black Lotus publishes only taboo fiction. Perhaps, if
I’d written Gemini Rising in 1993, I could have been published by Random
House. If wishes were horses…
Visit Bianca at her web site: http://www.BiancaSwan.com or;
Blog at: https://biancaswanblog.wordpress.com/
Excerpt of Gemini Rising:
Alain
tucked the in-flight magazine into the seat pocket and gazed out the window.
The distance from one life to another vanished with the clouds fleeing beneath
silver wings. The new aircraft
transported him from a sunlit future to a misty past…from a black-haired beauty
to a fair-haired princess. Sunlight broke through cloud striking steel,
blinding him for an instant.
Someone was going to get hurt.
Already
he hurt—a low throbbing like a toothache. If he returned to Portugal, Alina
would be devastated. His father would disown him. If he picked up his discarded
heritage, a part of him would die and Maritza would grieve. For a time. He wasn’t vain enough to
think she’d pine for him forever. Alina would. It was that way twins, and their
bond was even greater because they were identical.
The
choice lay in his hands.
Damn,
life got complicated when he tried to declare independence from The Keep. He
shifted his long legs cramped beneath the airline seat. He preferred not to
think, but fragments of memory plagued the corners of his eyes.
A
vivid picture of Alina supplanted images of recent days drenched white-hot by a
Portuguese sun. His twin’s presence was more corporeal than the woman sitting
to his left. Welcome or not, Alina was there inside him, the mere thought of her a compulsion. He sensed her
anticipation mounting as the miles melted. Expectation tingled over him. In
self-defense, he grasped at a memory of riding the splendid Lusitano stallions,
their beauty and majesty a temporary refuge. Like Maritza. As he pictured his lover framed in an arbor of roses,
his heart dived. Grief mingled inseparably with the mounting excitement.
His
seat mate muttered something. He smiled vaguely at the tiny movie screen where
imaginary figures acted out their roles. The film would end happily; every
desire fulfilled. He hated the silver screen people. Things never turned out
right—except in the movies.
The
roar of jet engines and the spattering of conversation became a distant echo. Alina
was journeying. When his sister took flight, despite the distance, she’d lead
him down the path her imagination chose. Alina had always been the leader. Or is that a cop out to ease my own guilt? He laid his head back on the seat and closed
his eyes. Why fight the inevitable?
The
rumble of the sea surrounded him. July sunshine warmed his face. The light of
home was different from any other place, diffused, like sunlight filtered
through a special camera lens. He stood on the top tier of the formal garden,
looking down to the wide flagstone terrace below. A brisk waterfall sprang from
an aperture in rock to feed the swan pond. Even in summer the water rippled
clear, green, cool.
The
warp and woof of the present unwound, trailing satiny threads of the past over
him. He exhaled a sigh only slightly shaded by regret...
