The Season of the Witch

The Torn Heart

a novel by Etienne de Mendes

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How far into the labyrinth of deception will the Phantom of the Opera descend to protect love? What monsters must he confront in order to possess a sense of soul? Unseen forces work against him. Hellish emissaries predict that the lonely and deformed musical genius will not prevail. They brag that the ruler of the twisted caverns beneath the Paris Opera House cannot overcome the weighty war being waged against him. Can the illusive Erik, who unintentionally inherited the estate and title of the de Chagny’s, neutralize those that threaten to depose him? This sequel to The Return of the Phantom answers these questions and more. A colorful intense tale, woven through the years that followed the consummation of an unsanctioned love. Steamy scenes, lies, trickery, and mayhem are all in abundance on the grounds surrounding the de Chagny chateau.

Open the book if you dare, and prepare yourself for a diabolical ride into a season of evil and the victory of love. Written about the human condition, the story speaks graphically of man’s ability to choose and the circumstances endured after making choices. This is not a children’s book, nor is it intended for the more prudish among our ranks. Penned for the sole purpose of entertainment, it describes how some humans interact with each other. Those who take humanity’s weaknesses and strengths seriously will not be disappointed. For here within these pages are the unholy realities that gripped the Phantom’s very soul.

Hush now, it is only the night that makes us feel defenseless.


(from chapter 8)

Opening only one drape, he cast the room in silver moonlight. Light that increased and faded as layers of clouds, trailing on a mild wind, obscured the lustrous orb. During the day, their life was drenched in sunlight, but their roots were in the theater and now they longed to recreate its wondrous effects. Striving to produce to near perfection the stimulations of the Opera House, once or twice a month they repeated their own history in this private reproduction. The delicate scarf told him that Christine wanted to relive the intrigue of their life together in the theater, when he hid in the shadows or the walls and talked to her. Once again she desired to be instructed and cajoled without knowing the face of the voice that addressed her, that comforting voice of her orphaned youth. Coming to her, he took a section of peach and placed it within her mouth. As she ate, he blindfolded her and brought her to stand in the middle of the room. She stood before the unlit fireplace unable to see, forced to rely upon her other senses. He moved away. Erik did not play this particular game to please himself. He found it painful and agitating, but employed the energies spawned by those emotions to help him service her. He submitted to this diversion solely for Christine’s sake, and at her tacit request, for it appeased some burning need within her to re-live accepting him and his wreckage of a face. Sadly, he acknowledged that for some reason, she still feared loosing her Angel of Music, even though that angel was only a man, and a twisted one at that. No, given his preference, he would choose to re-enact their past meetings in her father’s tomb, or enjoy the pleasures of the devilishly tricky chamber of mirrors.


Etienne welcomes your questions about "The Season of the Witch".


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