Title: As Cold As
Thorns
Author: Isis Sousa
Series: Duology Book 1 of 2
Genre: Dark Fantasy/Gothic/Paranormal/Dark Fairytale
Publisher: Tragic Books
Release Date: Nov 28 2016
Edition/Formats: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
When lust and vanity consume a humble young soul, nothing is
left but a faint flame in the darkness of the void.
The solace and contentment of Henrique’s simple life as a small-town
tailor’s apprentice vanish when his ambitions turn him overnight into one of
the most powerful and influential personalities in early-1800s Europe. His
quick ascension to the upper echelons of the leading Iberian Empire reveals a
man torn between the pure heart he once was, and the grim shade of what he has
now become: a spirit obsessed with expensive material possessions and the urge
to acquire the unattainable.
Henrique succumbs to the ever-growing desires and beguiling
passions tormenting his mind, causing a rupture between reason and a desolate
world of ice and snow where pain is the key to salvation. Will he survive his
encounter with the colossal emptiness and find the righteous path to lead him
out of his agony?
Come and indulge yourself in this startling tale of coldness
and wonder.
Amélia had just finished the last touches in preparing the
room when the door knocked three times. She rushed to attend it. When she
opened it, a familiar face met her with a warming smile. A man about Tito’s age
but more robust and shorter than her friend, he had gray-white hair tied back
and wore a pair of glasses. His dress jacket and trousers had a warm brown tone
and his socks, reaching to under his knees, were knitted in white. In one hand
he had a huge leather bag; in the other he held his hat as he nodded to the
servant.
“Me encantas como
siempre, Amélia!”
The lady blushed and bowed to Professor Miguel. “And you’re
most kind, como siempre, Professor!” She gestured for the man to come in. “Make
yourself comfortable. Señor Henrique will be here any moment.” The servant
left, heading for the kitchen.
Professor Miguel put his bag near an armchair by the table,
which was set with porcelain and finely carved wooden cups, and then he went
around the room, admiring the pieces of art Henrique had collected. There were
small ornamented items, sculptures and paintings. His eyes lingered on a couple
of black-and-white illustrations displayed side by side. One of them was of a
couple of naked witches flying on a broomstick, one old and the other young.
The other image was of a woman holding a dying man, their faces close and with
the same desperate expression.
Henrique’s voice called for the Professor’s attention. “Ah,
Professor Miguel! I see you admire my exquisite collection! Those two you’re
devouring with your eyes were a gift from that sick painter – one more sick
painter, by the way – by the name Francisco Goya. Pretty Teacher and Love and
Death are my two favourites from that series.”
“A peculiar taste for dark and imaginative subjects, I must
say. I do not believe in witches, or at least not like those, the classics. But
I do believe in the power of love and death, the true rulers of our
insignificant lives.”
“Professor, do you truly acknowledge your life as
insignificant?” Henrique inquired with a peculiar smirk.
The Professor raised an eyebrow and touched his beard. “Hmm,
no! In fact, not at all! It is an incontestable truth that we are insignificant
compared to the grandeur of the universe, but my life… is a life of
significance through the pursuit of knowledge, let that be said.”
“Ah! Now, I agree with you! As for my life, at the moment
let’s say chaos is steering the winds. But sim,
a life of significance and the pursuit of knowledge, and of making my craft the
finest that has ever been. Oh! And let’s not forget the quest for the un-unattainable.” He gestured for his
friend to take a seat.
Miguel sat in the armchair, following Henrique with his
eyes. “We ought to toast to that!”
“But we will! With hibiscus and spices!” He took the kettle
and poured the red, aromatic, steamy liquid into the Professor’s cup and then
into his own.