The Beatrice Chronicles
Book One: Eternal Guardian
Embark on a tale where ancient vows clash with newfound destinies, and the fate of realms hangs in the balance.
The Unseen Battle
A Guardian's Dilemma
For two centuries, Teague Blackwood’s curse has been his penance, his purgatory. An immortal bound to protect a mortal bloodline he can never touch, he exists as a ghost at the edge of the modern world, his service a silent, unending atonement. His life is one of vigilant stasis.
That stasis shatters when Emma Carter, the last descendant of his line and a driven Durham academic, uncovers a relic that should not exist: a fragment of the First Word, the divine utterance that structured reality. Her discovery acts as a beacon, drawing two entities from the realms beyond. The first is Geryon, a tripartite demon tasked with collecting the Word’s fragments to unmake a creation it despises.
The Beatrice Chronicles: Book One
The first heartbeat always told him the most.
Teague Blackwood occupied his habitual corner of the Elvet Bridge Café, fingers curved around a teacup whose contents had surrendered their warmth an hour past, and listened to the morning symphony of Durham’s mortality. Twenty-three souls inhabited the narrow medieval space, their hearts beating out stories he had learned to read with the precision of a scholar parsing ancient text. Seventeen maintained the steady rhythm of quotidian existence: shopkeepers beginning their commercial devotions, students nursing the consequences of youthful excess, pensioners measuring the distance between breakfast and lunch. Four drummed with the accelerated tempo of caffeine dependency, their cardiovascular systems responding to espresso with the enthusiasm of instruments finding their pitch. One stuttered with the irregular syncopation of cardiac disease that would claim him before the Easter bells rang again; the elderly gentleman by the window who arrived each Tuesday morning, blissfully unaware his Tuesdays were numbered…
The Garden of Witnessing existed in the space where time folded into itself like hands pressed in prayer.
Beatrice walked among the soul-flowers as she had walked for uncounted centuries, her celestial white wings catching light that possessed no source, casting shadows that harboured no darkness. The Garden stretched in all directions simultaneously, defying mortal geometry, a realm where past and present and future grew intertwined like vines seeking sunlight that never set and never rose but simply was.
Each flower represented a human soul in its becoming. Millions upon millions bloomed across terraced hillsides that possessed no true slopes, arranged in patterns that would require eternity to fully comprehend. Some blazed with colours no earthly spectrum could contain. Others whispered in shades of grey that spoke of choices unmade, potential unrealised, lives spent in quiet desperation or thunderous mediocrity…
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