Excerpts from
"Winds of Eternity"
fan novel written by
Nancy Eddy
This is a novel of  four parts, the first being set in southern England, circa 4th century A.D.    
The main characters are the Merchant, his blonde, blue eyed daughter, Grendl, her lover, Andemus, and Damian, Andemus' fellow Druid priest.  The merchant speaks against the Druids, and Damian confronts Andemus about it..
  "The merchant has returned."

    "Oh?" was Andemus' only response.  Would her father's return prevent Grendl from seeing him? he wondered silently.

    "He spoke against us in the village."

    Andemus sat down.  "That is nothing new, Damian.  He makes a habit of doing so.  No one listens to him."

    "It is time that he be punished," Damian insisted.

    "He has been warned - " Andemus reminded the other man.

    "But he did not heed the warning.  He is a fool, Andemus.  A dangerous fool.  It must be done without delay."

    Rising, Andemus went to the window.  But instead of the green fields beyond the stables, he saw Grendl's trusting blue eyes.  "Do what you must, Damian.  But leave me out of it.  I must maintain no connection with Druid activity if I am not to be discovered."  Forgive me, Grendl,he thought to himself.  I have no choice.

The next chapter is set in Bedford, the American Colonies, 1692 and concerns the lives of Captain Aaron Forsythe of Martinique, Miranda du Val, and Judah Zachary.  Captain Forsythe has returned to Bedford to avenge the death of his younger sister, Elsbeth as the result of one of Judah's ceremonies.  He waylays Miranda on the road, not realizing exactly who she is.
    . . .Miranda was on her way to Judah's house to attend the coven when a horse was ridden into her path.  She looked up into a pair of laughing hazel eyes that made her heart stop beating and then start again at a faster pace.  "Excuse me, sir, I must - "

    "You must talk to me," he said.  He was dressed in fine clothes, she noted.
    "I do not speak to strangers, sir."

    "We may not know the names, but we are not strangers.  you and I could never be that."  Aaron was surprised by his reaction to this blonde beauty.  His usual preference was for dark hair and eyes.  But something about this woman drew him like the sea drew a sailor.
    "You are too forward, sir.  Allow me to pass."

    Aaron laughed, then reached down with no warning to lift her onto the horse in front of him.  "There.  That is much better, is it not?"

    "No!" she said, struggling to free herself.  "You are mad!" she declared.  "Release me.  If I am seen-"

    "You do not care what others think.  I can tell that.  We are alike in that way."

    "Let me down!"

    "Ah, spirited as well.  I like that in a woman.  Allow me to take you to your destination," he said with a smile, trying to charm her out of her anger.  "Come now.  The sooner you tell me which direction, the sooner you will be rid of my company."

    With a deep sigh, Miranda clenched her jaw.  "That way."

    "It truly troubled you to give in, did it not?  We will go."  He set the horse in motion, and shortly they came to the house he knew was Judah Zachary's.  Aaron slid from the saddle, then lifted the girl down.  "You were coming to this house?" he asked her, his eyes narrowed as they looked at her.

    "Yes," she said, gathering her skirts to run inside.  "I must go before - "

    Aaron put a hand on her arm to detain her.  "Before what?"

    "The door of the house opened, and a tall, dark figure came down the path.  He didn't raise his voice, but Miranda could hear the unleashed fury.  "Miranda."

    "Judah.  I was - just going inside."  The look he sent the other man set warning bells off inside her head.

    Aaron leaned against the gate.  "Hello, Zachary."


    Miranda's blue eyes grew wide.  "You are - Captain Forsythe?"

    He bowed, humor back in his hazel eyes.  "Captain Aaron Forsythe, at your service, Mistress Miranda."  He could easily read the confusion in those blue eyes before she turned and dashed into the house.  "She's very beautiful, Zachary.  Even more so than Elsbeth.  Do you plant he same fate for her?"  All trace of humor had vanished.

    "I explained that it was Elsbeth's decision, Forsythe.  I did not force her to participate in that ceremony.  She wanted to - "

    "Because she knew it was what you wanted her to do."

    "She loved me."

    "It was not love, Judah.  It was fear.  As well as the promises you made to her.  Did you receive my message?"

    Judah blinked, temporarily startled by the change of subject. "The doll?  Yes.  I received it.  A rather - crude warning."

    "But effective?"

    Judah ignored his questions.  "How long will you be in Bedford?"

    Aaron swung into the saddle.  "As long as it takes for my sister to rest in peace, Judah.  Tell Miranda that I will be seeing her."  He spurred his horse into a gallop.

    Miranda had watched the exhange from a window, and when the Captain rode away and Judah turned toward the house, she hurried to a chair and sat down.  Judah wasted no time upon entering.  "Where did you meet him?" he demanded to know.

    "On the road.  I had no idea who he was - "

    "Yet you accepted a ride?"

    "He gave me no choice, Judah.  He would not let me pass, and then he lifted me onto the horse and refused to let me go.  Perhaps if I had used my powers - "

    "Your powers would have been useless against him.  You are not to see him again, my dear.  Do you understand?"

    "Yes.  I have no reason to see Captain Forsythe."  And she meant it - in her mind.  But her heart kept reminding her of the intense look in Aaron's hazel eyes, and the way his face would become gentle when he smiled.  Stop this, she told herself.  Aaron Forsythe is Judah's enemy.  You owe everything to Judah.  Forget the captain. . . .

After Judah's beheading, Aaron and Miranda depart on Aaron's ship, theSeaWitch, for his plantation, Belle Mer, in Martinique. 
    They made landfall on the beach beneath the house and climbed the steps hewn into the rock cliff.  At the top, Miranda shook her head in amazement.  "I have never seen so many flowers.  It is like - like Paradise."

    "It is probably the closest either of us will come to that place," Aaron comments.  "Marie will most likely be at the door, waiting."

    Marie Bouchet was not an attractive woman.  her features were too sharp, her hair an unbecoming shade of red-brown.  But her smile was warm and welcoming.  "Capitan.  The cards told me you would return today - with a wife."

    Aaron lifted Miranda's hand.  "The cards were correct - as always, Marie.  Allow me to present Miranda Forsythe.  My wife.  Miranda, Marie Bouchet."

    Miranda hid her surprise at his introduction while the woman greeted her.  "Madame Forsythe.  Welcome to Belle Mer.  It is time that M'sieur Capitan brought a woman into this house.  And such a beautiful one.  You have chosen well, Capitan."

    "Thank you, Marie.  I am glad you approve.  I want you to send for the dressmaker.  Miranda must have a new wardrobe.  And you and she must make plans for a grand ball."

    "Right away.  I will have your cases seen to."  She paused.  "Your business was satisfactorily concluded?"

    "He is dead," Aaron told her.  Marie turned and left the room.  Aaron pulled Miranda into his arms.  "Did I not tell you she was priceless?"
    Miranda pulled away. "Aaron, you told her that I am already your wife."
    "You are," he insisted, holding her more tightly.  "In my heart. As far as anyone here is concerned, we were married before setting sail from Bedford.  And once I introduce you as my wife at the ball, the marriage will be as legal as any performed by clergy."  His hazel eyes met hers.  "Unless - you would prefer a wedding with all of the fal-der-rals  - "

    She placed a hand on his mouth to silence him.  "No.  I only want you."

    He kissed her fingers.  "Then it is settled. Marie can show you around the house later.  Do you ride?"

    "Yes.  Judah - Judah taught me."

    "Then we will go to the stables and choose a mount for you.  Then I will give you a tour of the plantation."  He pulled her behind him into the foyer.  "Marie!"

    She came to the rail on the landing at the top of the wide stairs.  "Oui?"

    "Miranda and I are going for a ride.  We will have dinner in our room."

    "I have already ordered it so, Capitan," she said, smiling indulgently.  "Enjoy your ride."

The third chapter takes place Martinique, 1795. Four months after Barnabas' arrival on Martinique and his beginning an affair with the Countess du Pres' maid, Angelique,  he has continued to see Angelique after Josette's arrival, and has made a decision that he must tell Angelique about.
    Angelique went as usual to her hideaway, not really expecting Barnabas to join her.  Josette was certain that he planned to speak to the Count soon and ask for Josette's hand.  There was fire in Angelique's eyes when she opened the door - but it changed from anger to passion when she saw Barnabas already there.
    "I did not think you would behere," she told him, resting her head against his chest.
    He held himself rigid as he spoke.  "I had to come.  I have made a decision and I wanted to tell you about it before somone else did."  There was something about his voice that made Angelique go cold.  She lifted her head, eyes questioning.
    Unable to tell her while looking into those exquisite eyes, Barnabas pulled away and crossed to the other side of the room.  "I am going to ask Josette to marry me," he said quietly.
    Angelique folded her arms at her waist, trying to control the pain and anger his words caused.  A jealous rage would do no good.  "I cannot pretend surprise.  After all, how can a mere servant possibly compete with a lady like Miss Josette?  I have nothing to give you - except my live.  Evidently that is not enough for you."
    He turned her to look at him.  "Angelique," he said, his voice tortured, "the reasons for my decision are complicated.  I am no sure understand them fully myself.  But it is the only decision I can make."
    "Of course.  What - What will happen to me?"
    "Once I have left, you will find someone else.  Someone who can give you more than I am free to give."
    "I do not want someone else, Barnabas.  I want only you."
    "Please, Angelique.  Do not make this anymore difficult than it is."
    She closed her eyes for a moment.  "As you wish.  Will I - continue to see you until you leave?"
    "I don't - " he began, but she interrupted him.
    "Oh, I know I should have pride enough not to ask, but I have no pride where you are concerned."  She touched his arm.  "Is is so much to ask?  These last few weeks?"
    The soft glitter of tears in her beautiful eyes was Barnabas' undoing.   Gently, he drew her into his arms.  "No.  No, it is not.  I will be here when I am able.  Stop crying," he said softly, raising her face with the intention of wiping away the tears.  But the nearness of her made him lower his mouth fully onto hers . . .

The last chapter, and the largest part of  the novel, begins in 1971 upon Barnabas , Julia and Stokes' return from 1841.  Barnabas discovers to his horror that he is still suffering from the Leviathan's vampire curse, and only agrees to allow Julia to begin a search for a cure when he discovers that everyone at Collinwood remembers Angelique Rumsen.  He sets a search for that woman into motion.  The following scene takes place a week after the return from the past.
    Julia was in her lab at the Old House a week later, working, when someone knocked on the front door.  It was almost dusk, and Julia decided to make sure Willie didn't arouse any suspicions in the visitor.

    "Mr. Collins ain't here right now," Willie was saying as she approached the door.

    "Will he be back soon?  It's imperative that I speak to him."

    Julia moved nearer.  "Who is it, Willie?"

    The man looked past the servant. "I'm Carl Drake - Angelique Rumsen's attorney."

    "Of course.  Barnabas wrote to your last week."

    "I only received his letter two days ago.  I've been out of the country.  I was going to contact him when I returned anyway - "


    He looked uncertain.  "Are you - Mrs. Collins?"

    Julia smiled.  "No.  There is no Mrs. Collins.  I'm Dr. Julia Hoffman.  Barnabas is a friend."

    Since Willie had gone downstairs to warn Barnabas about their visitor, Barnabas entered the house through the front door.  "Good evening, Julia."

    "Barnabas.  This is Carl Drake, from New York."

    He shook the lawyer's hand.  "Please, be seated, Mr. Drake.  Would you care for a drink?"

    "No, thank you."

    "Do you have news of Angelique Rumsen?"

    Draked looked away from him.  "I'm afraid so, Mr. Collins.  I was just tellng Dr. Hoffman that I had just returned from Europe two days ago."  He hesitated, then faced his host.  "There's no easy way to tell you this, I suppose.  Angelique - Mrs. Rumsen died almost a week ago."

    Julia felt Barnabas' reaction from across the room.  "She's -  dead?"

    "I really am sorry, Mr. Collins.  She was driving in the South of France when she apparently lost control of her car.  It went into a lake.  There's been no body recovered, but the authorities searched the area thoroughly.  I went over to help, but nothing turned up.  They've declared her dead."

    Barnabas was at the window, staring unseeingly out into the dark night.  Julia spoke into the quiet.  "Is that all, Mr. Drake?"

    "Not quite.  There's her will. Once her husband's debts were paid, she had enough money left to live comfortably.  She still owned the estate down the coast."

    "Little Windward."

    "Yes.  The will names Barnabas Collins as her sole beneficiary.  I have some papers that need to be witnessed," he said, drawing them from his breifcase, then glancing at the man who stood silent and straight-backed at the window.  "I'll leave them here.  Just send them back to me in a few days."

    "He will," Julia assured him.

    The lawyer stood.  "I am really sorry to bring you bad news, Mr. Collins, but I thought you should hear it in person and not in a letter."

    "Thank you," was Barnabas' brief response.

    Julia walked Carl Drake to the door.  "Will he be all right, Doctor?"

    With more assurance than she felt, Julia answered, "Yes.  It was just such a shock.  He was really expecting to find her."

    "That's understandable.  She was certainly a beautiful woman.  And I gathered from his letter that she meant a great deal to him."

    "A very great deal," Julia agreed.

    Willie had overheard the man's news, and entered the parlour at Julia's side.  "Julia, he's gone!"

    "I expected it, Willie," she said, sounding defeated.

    "But Julia, if he goes into town, the way he's feelin'-."

    "I know.  He doesn't have any reason to care about what happens to him now."

    "You're scarin' me, Julia.  We gotta stop him."

    The sound of glass shattering in the basement sent them both down the stairs and into Julia's laboratory.  Equipment was scattered, broken; test tubes and slides lay on the floor in a dust of glass, but of Barnabas there was no sign.  Julia felt perilously near tears.  "Barnabas."

    Willie looked frightened.  "I don't know if we can handle him like this, Julia."

    "We must, Willie.  For his sake if for no other reason.  You go into Collinsport and look for him.  I have to stop by Collinwood and get Quentin to help."

Six months later, Carolyn and Quentin are enjoying an after work drink at the Blue Whale when they are joined by a melancholy Barnabas.  He responds very little to their attempts to converse.
    Carolyn looked up from her drink, about to suggest that they leave when the door opened and a woman entered.  She froze.  "My God.  Quentin - " She squeezed his arm tightly.

    Quentin, facing the door, looked in that direction, his handsome features revealed his surprised shock.  "I see her - but I don't believe I see her."

    Curious, Barnabas turned in his chair to look at the new arrival.  "Angelique."

There you have it.  Or part of it, anyway.  There is much more to the story, and I hope you will contact The World of Dark Shadows for information on how to get a copy of "Winds of Eternity".

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