The Demoiselle d'Ys E-Book

Robert W. Chambers

• Herausgeber: SAMPI Books
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Seitenzahl: 28

Beschreibung

"The Demoiselle d'Ys" by Robert W. Chambers is a chilling tale of the supernatural, woven into the haunting atmosphere of France. The story follows the narrator as he becomes enchanted—and disturbed—by a mysterious woman in a french mansion. Her elusive beauty and strange connection to a legendary curse draw him into a web of suspense and unease, exploring themes of obsession, otherworldly allure, and the spectral remnants of the past.

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The Demoiselle d’Ys

Robert W. Chambers

SYNOPSIS

“The Demoiselle d’Ys” by Robert W. Chambers is a chilling tale of the supernatural, woven into the haunting atmosphere of France. The story follows the narrator as he becomes enchanted—and disturbed—by a mysterious woman in a french mansion. Her elusive beauty and strange connection to a legendary curse draw him into a web of suspense and unease, exploring themes of obsession, otherworldly allure, and the spectral remnants of the past.

Keywords

Obsession, supernatural, curse.

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The Demoiselle d’Ys

"Mais je croy que je Suis descendu on puiz Ténébreux onquel disoit Heraclytus estre Vereté cachée."

"There be three things which are too wonderful for me, yea, four which I know not: "The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent upon a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid."

I

The utter desolation of the scene began to have its effect; I sat down to face the situation and, if possible, recall to mind some landmark which might aid me in extricating myself from my present position. If I could only find the ocean again all would be clear, for I knew one could see the island of Groix from the cliffs.

I laid down my gun, and kneeling behind a rock lighted a pipe. Then I looked at my watch. It was nearly four o'clock. I might have wandered far from Kerselec since daybreak.

Standing the day before on the cliffs below Kerselec with Goulven, looking out over the somber moors among which I had now lost my way, these downs had appeared to me level as a meadow, stretching to the horizon, and although I knew how deceptive is distance, I could not realize that what from Kerselec seemed to be mere grassy hollows were great valleys covered with gorse and heather, and what looked like scattered boulders were in reality enormous cliffs of granite.

"It's a bad place for a stranger," old Goulven had said: "you'd better take a guide;" and I had replied, "I shall not lose myself." Now I knew that I had lost myself, as I sat there smoking, with the sea-wind blowing in my face. On every side stretched the moorland, covered with flowering gorse and heath and granite boulders. There was not a tree in sight, much less a house. After a while, I picked up the gun, and turning my back on the sun tramped on again.