Monday, 3 June 2019

Book Spotlight and Exclusive Excerpt: Forms of Things Unknown by Elizabeth Ireland

Forms of Things Unknown by Elizabeth Ireland

Hamlet, Lillian Nolan is awakened in the dead of night by a strange voice. She is shocked to learn that well known and admired actress, Louise Hawthorne, has fallen to her death from the sixth floor of the Tremont House. Was it an accident? Did she jump or was she pushed? Louise’s former lover, and the main suspect, pleads with Lillian to uncover the truth and clear his name.
Recently returned to Chicago after a successful tour of
In the process of learning to trust her intuitive abilities, Lillian attempts to find balance between relying upon her gift and uncovering the truth in her own way. But the menace of death pursues her and soon her own life is at risk. When she finds herself in a trap from which she cannot escape, her only hope of survival is to call upon the metaphysical world.
Forms of Things Unknown is based on an actual event which occurred in June of 1876 in Chicago. It is the third standalone book in the Backstage Mystery Series.
Tagline: Life upon the wicked stage can be deadly.
Set against the backdrop of the Gilded Age, the Backstage Mystery Series stars Lillian Nolan, an unconventional member of Chicago’s upper class who dreams of a career of fortune and fame in the theater. Talented and ambitious, she possesses a hidden skill which she is extremely reluctant to use—the ability to communicate with those who have died and now live in the world of “The Beyond.”
The series chronicles her adventures in which she continually becomes enmeshed in solving mysteries which often require her accessing the realm of the paranormal. Filled with an incredible cast of characters—factual, fictional, and sometimes non-physical—who either help or hinder her quest for the truth, the stories take place during a period considered to be the golden age of both acting and spiritualism in America.

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In the summer of 1876, Lillian Nolan, actress and sleuth, discovers the body of George Morton, the husband of actress Louise Hawthorne. Had he killed himself because he was responsible for his wife’s death?

Then I heard footsteps running down the hallway past my door. It echoed in my memory and I recalled that very same sound, same rhythm to the steps as on the night that Louise had died.
I went to my door, opened it, and peeked out. There was no one there. I shrugged it off, but when I glanced to my left down the hallway, I noticed that the door to Louise’s room was slightly ajar; this time only a crack of light appeared in the hallway.
Once again I felt that compulsion to investigate. It was so strong that it almost forced me to physically take a step forward. Logic told me to mind my own business. I was learning that while logic is understandable, intuition was ruling my life more and more, and if I did not follow it, it was to my own misfortune. I grabbed my wrapper and put my arms through it and tied it around my waist.
I took a step out of my room and softly closed the door behind me. I looked both ways down the hall. No one. It was about three in the morning at this point and I supposed any guests on this level were fast asleep in their beds.
I walked softly down the corridor and stood in front of the door. It was unlatched and light shone around the frame.
Again, I cautiously looked around me.
Mr. Morton?” I whispered softly.
No answer.
I slowly opened the door.
The room was in disarray. Clothes on the floor, bed rumpled. I wondered if a maid had been in here since Mr. Morton took over the room. Then I noticed Mr. Morton sitting at the table facing the window. His head was on the desk turned away from me. But his body was at an odd angle, and his right arm was hanging down along the side of his body.
Drunk again? Had he passed out at the desk? Or had he just fallen asleep?
Mr. Morton?” I whispered again. “It’s Lillian Nolan.”
I noticed a bottle of whiskey on top of the desk to his right which was almost completely empty. He must assuredly have passed out from drink. I took a tentative step forward and approached carefully. The smell of alcohol was pervasive and overwhelming. I put my hand out to touch his shoulder.
That’s when I noticed the blood running down the front of his shirt and vest. There was a rather large red stain in the middle of his chest. I caught myself before I touched him and a scream caught in my throat. I immediately took a step back.
My first instinct was to run from the room but a voice in my head said, stay, observe.
I drew in a deep cleansing breath. I took my handkerchief out of my wrapper pocket and put it across my nose and mouth and slowly moved around to the left side of Mr. Morton. There, next to his hand which lay palm up on the desk, was the pistol I had seen the night Louise died. He had used to it to kill himself. Why? I wondered this so strongly that I felt that one word reverberate in my head. I looked to see if he had left anything and there was a note under his hand. It had been torn from another piece of paper.
I can’t live with myself and without her.
That was all it said.
Did he just admit to killing Louise? Was he truly guilty or just feeling that way? Had he been in this room the night Louise died? Did he indeed know about the affair between James O’Neill and his wife, and if so, would he have succumbed to anger and killed her—accidently, perhaps—or on purpose.

Elizabeth Ireland discovered her passion for theater early. After receiving undergraduate and graduate degrees in Theater, she accepted a teaching position in a vibrant performing arts department at a college in northern Illinois. For ten years, she taught, directed and ran front-of-house operations. American Theater History—particularly that of the 19th century—has always been of particular interest to her.
She has been a quarter-finalist and a semi-finalist for the Don and Gee Nicholl Fellowship in screenwriting sponsored by the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. Two of her screenplays have been optioned, but remain unproduced. Her nonfiction work, Women of Vision: Ordinary Women, Extraordinary Lives, was published in 2008. Her work has also been published in a collection of paranormal short stories, Paramourtal: Tales of Undying Love and Loving the Undead. She lives in metro Atlanta with her ever-patient husband, and two quirky dachshunds.

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