Just another day in the DuBois household. Lollie believes she is a Queen. The legendary bird women of myths, the Sirens, flying about in the Garden, are having their issues with Babette. Thurston, spending most of the day in the library, is still captive in a prison of silence. The healer ladies of the Great House, as usual, are dispensing the sugar pills to be taken round the clock.
This was the way things were up until that day came.
The Day Before The Story.
In The Day Before The Story, (Book 1 of the series), a peculiar visit from an ancestor shook the world of the DuBois. Do not be fooled by the whimsical atmosphere or the dreamy pace. The world of the DuBois would never be the same again. This visit triggered a series of unusual events to take place. The fog that surrounded them was lifting. The sails were now set and a bizarre journey begins.
Times get twisted, secrets become revealed and strange truths are discovered about the rather eccentric DuBois. A disturbing family history will eventually unfold. A saga brimming with mysterious times, alluring places and eccentric characters waits to be explored.
Are you ready to find out what this mysterious and unusual family is all about?
For Those That Need Their Books To Have Labels: This is a “magically realized” “comedy of manners” fantasy that has been gothically woven into a saga. Of sorts. Spoken in true ‘genre speech’ for those that crave the categories.
This is from one of my unpublished books whose story spans over many decades and cultures. It looks at the more intricate details about everyday moments that go on behind closed doors in order to capture the essence of their lives.
From The Key (c) by Suzy Valtsioti
“Just another day in their life.
Actually, just another day in their lives would be more accurate.
Their lives were housed ‘together’ but they remained ‘separate’. If sharing common space and possessing legal papers that declared a marriage took place makes two people a couple, then you can call them a couple. A noisy couple made up of two rather opposite individuals.
Most of the time they are at each other’s throats. Their sparring is practically continuous, interrupted only by their “moments of quiet”.
Moments of quiet in their home aren’t peaceful or serene.
If you define ‘moments of quiet’ as rather peaceful moments leading to conflict resolution – as moments that allow for one to catch their breath or to calmly think things through – then your idea of ‘moments of quiet’ are not what this couple experience.
Their ‘moments of quiet’ hardly allow for them to approach one another in a calmer state of mind. No.
Their ‘moments of quiet’ are like black clouds looming over their heads threatening to hurl and lash yet another storm like no other.
These quiet moments, when they arrive, cloak their rooms like a weighty veil.
They are both aware of this suffocating pressure change in the air when these moments arise. They have always felt it all these years.
Their ‘moments of quiet’ bore a silence that was tense and threatening. The both of them probably don’t know which is worse, their arguing or the morose silence in between the wars. And that perception is probably one of the few things that these two people had in common.