A Shadow of Lavender

The shadow in my story is perhaps an angel or just a guardian making sure that no real harm befalls the main character, a young woman who is an artist and has, throughout time, always been protected the shadow. In the story, Eleanor, a young woman in the present time is told by her grandmother that she is special and that there have been others in the history of the family who have had the same gifts, the gifts of drawing and painting and of strange dreams. Eleanor is in-trigued and goes to try to find proof of her grandmothers' story. She knows that, as she sleeps, she does have vivid dreams about the past history of the ancient city of Lancaster, in the North West of England, and that often, when she wakens, she is scratched and sometimes muddied. Always there is the smell of lavender, and in an old drawing book that her grandmother gives her, there is a sketch of a man, a fascinating man that by the clothes he is wearing, might have lived about two hundred years ago. She is thinking about him as she is walking in Lancaster, and does not see the car that is speeding by the castle.
About the Author: I was born in Lancaster, A city in the North West of England. It is an ancient city and to this day I love to wander through the narrow streets and lanes and especially along the banks of the river Lune. The city is dominated by the castle, a place that can always make my skin prickly. It is a very frightening place and even now stimulates my imagination. Many terrible and gruesome things happened there. When I was eighteen I left Lancaster to study nursing in Blackpool at the Victoria Hospital. I had a wonderful time there and it holds the fondest of memories for me. I met my husband, who worked for an international bank, and together we moved to the West Indies, where we lived for the next ten years. Our children were born there, in Jamaica and St Lucia. When we returned to England to live, we spent a short time in Essex before moving to Dorset, a very beautiful county in the South of England. I love to write and enjoy doing the research for historical novels. My main hobby is reading and my favorite book is The Education of Little Tree, by an American Indian called Forrest Carter. The problem is that I cry most of the tome because I know what is to happen page by page. Please visit my web site @ www.ChristineHaile.com