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Delve into the Realm of Twilight

by S & S Antonson

280 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0884; ISBN 1-55395-170-0; US$26.00, C$28.95, EUR21.50, £15.00

Delve into the Realm of Twilight uses a parallel dimension that interacts with the Realm of Reality. Arian Simons, a prisoner for three hundred years, has been trapped by a spell cast by three witches. She sacrifices herself to save her husband. Only now does she have the possibility of escape.

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About the Book

DELVE INTO THE REALM OF TWILIGHT is a novel set during the height of Louis XIV, dealing with the realm of magic and witchcraft that manifests in the insatiable desires of three witches as they abduct a mortal as their eternal lover.
The mortal, Alexus, becomes immortal, living in the Realm of Twilight, a parallel dimension. Arian, Alexus' wife, sacrifices herself to save her husband. For Arian's interference, Arian is trapped herself in the Realm of Twilight and is forced to endure seeing Alexus throughout time be reincarnated and married to whomever he chooses * never will she have that option as she has been entombed alive.
Imprisoned for 300 years, Arian finally has the chance to escape, providing that she can contact Alexus in the modern day, for he has reincarnated as Sebastian Simons. And if she does contact him, he has a family. If her spell can be broken, will she age her 300 years?
The witches are immortal as well and have the same possibility of capturing and killing her husband, rather than imprisonment. Is her love and sacrifice, ideals of the past, still pertinent after 300 years?
Magic and fortune telling has mesmerized humanity for centuries. DELVE INTO THE REALM OF TWIGLIGHT is steeped with poetic spells tantalizing the reader with an array of topics depicting resurrection, cloaking, memory loss and, of course, love potions.

About the Authors

S. and S. Antonson are twins and microbiologists. They graduated from UCLA with Bachelors of Arts degrees in Biology. They have Clinical Scientist Licenses in Medical Technology (ASCP and California State) with specialties in Microbiology (ASCP) and in Virology.

Sample Excerpt

CHAPTER 3 RESURECTION

A shrill voice vibrated saying:

THE ROUSING SPELL
Roused from my sleep by a piercing cry
Languishing echoes by a watch-full eye
Stabbed by disbelief,yet,she dares to defy
Purloined ring will transpose through the sky
Mired in my moldy decay
Emerge to vengeance,needs no delay
Embodied with evil and pitted respite
Rising upwards and upwards and on through the night
To finally reach that box with a key
Displaced by that bird,how shall I barb thee?
Closer and closer until I feel a chill
Vortexed as the wind upon the hill
Then will I leave to change my fate?
I shall be waiting forever, don't be late.

      Torrents of water soaked the grounds where the filigree box lay. At first, the flow, which
loosened it, consequently, cascading it from the oak tree's roots and transporting it down to a
ravine had nudged it. Apparently, Giselle pecked at it fervently to aid its removal so when
dislodged,it would be harder to locate.
      The corresponding plot of earth adjacent to the tree sprang forth with a pair of thorned
fingers encompassing sharp rasping movements blandishing an exodus of one of the three witches
interred at that site. Shards of wood cracked and splintered by the force.
      "Alive again! I told you, if that ring was removed, we would exhume and chastise the
culprits. Don't dawdle, remove thyself or shall I seal you in?" Hexe reviled.
Another exited. "You haven't improved your temper much even with all that sleep."
      "Well, we would not have ended here in this plight if you actually used the correct
ingredients instead of the despoiled ones."
      "I forgot they were three hundred years old. Anyone can make a mistake, with time."
Brujia contested.
      "Enough bickering." Hagatha scorned at both of them. "Help me up,I am too heavy with
this wretched water being absorbed in my desiccated gown to flee from this, this, muck."
      "You look bloated enough,"Hexe added.
      Brujia reprimanded. "Don't enrage her. She is bigger than the both of us, oops, sorry
Hagatha."
      "Cursed sisters, help me this instant." Hagatha remarked.
      Brujia yanked at Hagatha's arms while Hexe attempted to push at the rear. Brujia slipped
causing all of them to fall back into their former slimy crypt.
      "Why, why, why am I stuck with these imbeciles." Hagatha wailed! She scooped up
some mud and flung it at her sisters.
      "Stop this immediately. I will not endure this for a second longer. We are witches!" Hexe
screamed.
      "Do you see the filigree box? I sense its departure. How did it get out of our crypt?"
Brujia lamented.
      Hexe sulked. "Maybe, because it is made of wood, it floated upward?"
      "You forgot, dear sisters." Hagatha stated. "It was sealed in with us in the casket."
      Brujia pondered. "Perhaps the ring has more power than we had suspected? Arian may
have learned some of our spells that she deciphered from the past three hundred years with the
help of Giselle. She is quite clever."
      "It's all your fault, Brujia. If you had been more careful with your spells, maybe that bird
wouldn't have become magical." Hagatha spouted out.
      "Nonsense, that could not make her so enchanted. Nevertheless, I had fabricated the curse
for Alexus, oh forgive me, now his name is Sebastian Simons to fall in love with me three
hundred years ago. However, that insipid man fell in love with Arian Jovan. He would have been
entombed with me forever, never aging, had it not been for Arian sacrificing her life so that he
could be free. So for her punishment, I entombed her alone in ageless eternity."
      "Gloating again upon your past misfortunes." Hagatha smirked. "Aren't you forgetting
something? The ring is missing and if I am not correct, the box has been misplaced. If anyone
obtains that key to our book titled, "Anthology of Magical Spells," we are doomed to perish
forever.It contains spells that will undo our beings.Not like this temporary reprieve by Brujia,
which had been intended to make us younger, but failed using three hundred-year-old lightning
bugs for our bioluminescence, instead of fresh ones, which caused our untimely demise.
Fortunately, I put a spell on us just in case anyone would interfere with the ring which acts as a
liaison between the reality and the twilight dimensions or the key which tinkles like a bell the
magical notes for unlocking our Anthology of Magical Spells."
      "Must you mention that again." Brujia sighed.
      "Let's get the key," Hexe stated while trying to attempt to hold the edge of their slimed
wormhole of a crypt, "before the rain inundates us with more cold water." Hexe shouted. "We
will drown. The water is rising up to our necks!"
      "Swim you fool!" Hagatha yelled.
      "It's fine for you two, you can naturally float with your size, but I am thin, so I will sink
like a stone!"
      Both Brujia and Hagatha flung Hexe out like a javelin, in which she thudded against the
tree. Dazed, she fainted.
      "Oops, I guess we threw her too hard." Brujia calmly replied.
      Lucien awoke from Giselle's persistence in pulling off his blankets. "Oh, It's you. It's four
thirty in the morning. Go back to sleep." He automatically retrieved his blankets.
      Seeing not much of a response, Giselle chirped at him.
      "Giselle, go back to sleep. Father will not approve if I get up at this hour." Lucien closed
his eyes again but soon opened them seeing Giselle eyeing him as she rested her head on his. "My
you are stubborn. What do you want?"
      Giselle flew to the computer and proceeded to press the On-button with her beak.
      "What are you doing there?" Lucien queried.
      Giselle pecked at the letters, composing a letter on the screen.

"Dear Lucien,

Good morning! My instincts inform me that the three witches have aroused from
their gravely plot and will be soon after the key in the filigree box, which I have hidden,
to open their Anthology of Magical Spells. If they succeed, all is lost. It is too
complicated to explain now because time is running out. Don't just stand there, gaping,
please dress now. I will enter the instructions to the map, which you must follow to the
letter or the witches will seek you out." Giselle continued to type:

OBJECTIVE: How to get to the Magical Spell Book.

Prerequisite: You must wear the golden emerald-diamond ring. It will flicker if
the witches are too close, giving you a warning. Bring a flashlight, a chisel, and a
hammer.

Procedure:
1. In the basement of this house lies a series of underground tunnels. It was the
labyrinth for the witches approximately three hundred years ago. Their
pantry for ingredients is directly under your bedroom.
2. Upon entering your basement from the stairs, turn right to the closet.
3. Open the closet and remove the contents. Inform your Father and Uncle.
4. Take a chisel and a hammer and whack on the left upper corner only once.
5. The stone door on the other side will swing back. Instantly breaking the rest
of the wall. Stand back once you strike the chisel. Let your Father do this.
6. When the door opens, all the torches will light themselves throughout the
various tunneled corridors. Go to the right side toward the abandoned,
gravesite. The reason why it was called that is because that is how the
witches harvested body parts from the various deceased and stored them in
their pantry. For some odd reason a maddening mob wanted to exhume a
former aristocrat to use him in a demonstration. They did not find his body or
coffin. It was no longer there. They never buried anyone there ever since.
7. Etc.*

      As Lucien watched Giselle frantically typing, he still did not believe it. He called
to his father. "Father,this is an emergency,please come at once!"
      Sebastian hastened to Lucien's room not leaving anything to chance. "What is
wrong?" He called, filled with alarm.
      Lucien recited while opening his door to his father. "Giselle is typing us a map to
obtain the Anthology of Magical Spells and the key in the filigree box."
      "Start again, you don't make any sense."
      "Why is everyone up?" Selena said, yawning and rubbing her eyes while standing
in front of her bedroom doorway.
      "What is all this commotion?" Uncle Horatio hyperventilated.
      All of them stared in amazement at Giselle typing away at the computer. She
flapped with one wing and pressed control print with a foot and beak technique as the
computer responded to its commands generating the verbal typed map.
She flew in front of Sebastian's face as if to say, "Hurry up!"
      Sebastian grasped for the printed sheets reading in disbelief, as he held them, he
noticed that the emerald ring was on his finger which caught his attention by surprise.
Uncle Horatio uttered. "It's incredible!"
      "It gets worse." Sebastian interrupted "This ring, which is now attached to my
finger, had been left on a tablet of paper. When I removed it, I could feel etchings on the
sheet below.So I penciled the sheet to visualize the words. It is a riddle!* Sebastian read
aloud. "Spanning through time for me to behold * Does this mean she is immortal??"
Sebastian finished the entire poem as everyone pondered in disbelief.
      Lucien blurted. "We must retrieve the key in the filigree box at the abandoned
grave site!"
      Sebastian rushed. "Let's get dressed. Uncle Horatio, you get the chisel and
hammer first. I will dress and while I make the hole in your wall, you get dressed.
Lucien, help your sister."
      Giselle stayed with Sebastian rushing him.
      Sebastian inquired, "How soon will the witches get here?"
      Giselle just flew to the ring, pondering, she then turned her head demonstrating
that they still had time.
      Uncle Horatio knocked. "Here are the tools, Sebastian!"
      Sebastian grabbed the tools, her sonnet, and the computer print out and read
aloud. "Upon entering the basement from the stairs, turn right to the closet." Lucien and
Selena were dressed warmly, and at their father's heels wherever he went.
      Sebastian continued. "Remove the contents. Lucien, Selena, help me with this!"
Everyone, even Uncle Horatio, emptied the contents into a pile on the side.
      Sebastian spoke again referring to the printout "Whack, on the left upper corner
only once.S tand back, please." Sebastian took the chisel and struck the hammer against
it. A stone door swung outward, breaking the rest of the wall into pieces.
      Uncle Horatio expounded. "Well, this is a real mess! Yet, who would have
thought that I would be owning a witches' labyrinth cave!"
      Selena held her father's hand not letting go. Giselle perched herself on Lucien's
shoulder. As Giselle predicted, all the torches began to light themselves through the
various corridors.
      Sebastian took the print out and deciphered. "We must go to the right side toward
the abandoned grave site. But, how far do we travel?" Sebastian's eyes implored.
      Giselle flew off, down the right corridor as Lucien and the others ran after.
      "Can't you wait up for me." Uncle Horatio begged. "I am getting too old for this!"
      Sebastian handed Selena to Uncle Horatio. "Lucien, you stay with your Uncle!"
      Giselle pointed up toward the ceiling.
      Sebastian declared. "You want me to put my hands into that muck and pull the
box towards us!"
      Giselle nodded.
      "But, won't the ceiling collapse?" Sebastian's patience waned.
      "It is magical!" Lucien responded.
      Sebastian started to probe his hands through the dirt ceiling, when the emerald
ring began to flash madly.
      Lucien screamed."The witches must be above us!"
      Sebastian plunged his hands upward pulling down upon the box, when something
was pulling the box upward. Sebastian, being stronger, pulled it down again so that one
could see a pair of witch's hands with thorny fingernails latched onto the box. Selena
gasped in horror. Then another pair of hands appeared to help retrieve the box. Voices
could be heard from above.
      "Sister, did you see that? We are losing. The box is sinking!" Hexe yelled.
      Hagatha groaned. "Will one of you think and find out what is causing this?"
      Brujia plunged her head downward towards the tunnel emerging out just able to
see Sebastian and family.
      Sebastian even screamed, as the emerald ring sent a green flashing spark of
electricity towards Brujia, singeing her.
      Brujia cried. "It stung me, it stung me!" She cried uncontrollably. "I can't see, I
can't see!"
      Sebastian had the box, and retrieved the key. "Where can we hide, Giselle?" His
voice attenuated.
      Giselle flew and they all ran after.
      "Help me, help me!" Brujia wailed.
      It took both Hagatha and Hexe to extract her from the mud.
      "Why did you put your head down there, you buffoon? How could you see with
all that muck?" Hagatha croaked.
      "The ring stung me!" Brujia continued.
      "But, where is the ring, the box, and the key, you fool?" Hagatha protested.
      "All I could see was a tall man, like Alexus, oh I mean, Sebastian, for that is his
name in this lifetime." Brujia groaned.
      "What, what did you say, Sebastian?" Hexe screamed. "He is here in England!
How can that be? I must have my crystal ball to locate him. I must have him for my own.
Oh, how do I look?"
      "Stop this nonsense this instant! The important thing is to obtain the ring and the
key. After them, we must hurry!" Hagatha exclaimed.
      "But," Brujia abated, "the only way to be quick, is to go through the muck!"
      "Well, if we must, we will have to go in." Hagatha ordered.
      "But, I just rinsed my dress so that I would look good." Hexe complained.
      Hagatha and Brujia just took Hexe and threw her down into the muck.
      Sebastian picked up Selena and ran with her. The tunnel seemed endless. "Where
are we?" Sebastian cried.
      There, at the end of the corridor one could see a black wooden door. Giselle
seemed to say, use the key. Sebastian inserted the key and turned the lock. Musical notes
emanated. It took all his strength to open the door, being so encrusted with mold. The
room lit itself. Giselle flew in towards a large table where a huge, padlocked book lay.
The book was made of an unusual leather wrapped in chains. The room itself had an
enormous fireplace and shelves of ingredients with even a ladder to reach for them.
Broomsticks were located on the other side.
      Lucien walked towards the table gasping. "This must be The Anthology of
Magical Spells."
      Giselle pointed with her beak at the keyhole in the book. Sebastian understood
and placed the key inside the lock. More musical notes emanated like silver bells. The
book began to groan and shake uncontrollably. Light emerged from its edges as sparks
protruded from it. Sebastian hesitated, yet, opened the book. Giselle tried to flip the pages
to the index. Uncle Horatio ventured.
      ANTHOLOGY OF MAGICAL SPELLS
      INDEX * Expulsion of Spirits
      UNDER E
Cross-reference note} Besides spirits, it is applicable to any form of life, temporarily!
(Dispels to a radius of 50 miles}
      "This is it!" Sebastian exclaimed. "Giselle where will I obtain these ingredients?"
Sebastian procured a flask and recited.

EXPULSION OF SPIRITS
Into a flask one must combine
Successions of ingredients, in specified time.
A liter of water,which has been blessed
With the use of Black Tara that has been possessed
Petals from one red rose,with a fragrance
Which helps the spell, show some vagrance
One final ingredient comes from the sun
Golden drops counted one by one
Use a candle through the crystal ball
And golden sun drops will silently fall
Into the elixir one should mix very well
To insure the readiness, of the spell
Upon your intended splash with a throng
Repeating the words, Begone, Begone!

      "Uncle Horatio, do you see a witch's crystal ball?" Sebastian seemed desperate.
      Uncle Horatio scrutinized the entire room. "It's over here." He retrieved it.
      "Giselle," Sebastian expounded. "Where is the blessed water, Black Tara, rosev petals, and a candle to make sun drops?"
      Giselle flew to each ingredient as Lucien and Selena brought them back to the
table. Sebastian found a stand for the magic book, as Uncle Horatio lit the candle
positioning it near the crystal ball so that the light transversed through it. With another
flask he caught the golden drops excising.
      "How many drops do you want?" Uncle Horatio called out.
      Sebastian answered. "As many drops as possible. The quantity is very vague!"
      The candle extinguished and Uncle Horatio brought the golden drops to the table.
The potion was complete.
      Sebastian stared at the door. "Will they use the door or will they come in by some
other ungodly way?" He muttered.
      Lucien responded. "The ring isn't flashing so they aren't coming as of yet." But
as soon as Lucien spoke, the ring started flashing.
      Selena cried, "I am afraid Daddy!"
      "Lucien, protect your sister! Uncle Horatio and I must coordinate to splash the
elixir and open the door at the precise moment."
      The doorknob slowly turned as Uncle Horatio held the door fast, so as not to let
anything in. All of a sudden the emerald ring transcended Arian's voice,w hich sings out a
prayer of amens reverberating throughout the room.
      Hagatha screamed. "Curses, these prayers make me sick! I can not bear them any
longer! Arian, I will get thee for this!"
      All the witches held their ears crying uncontrollably from the excruciating pain.
      "Now!"Sebastian commanded.
      Uncle Horatio opens the door as Sebastian splashes the elixir on all of them
stating, "Begone, begone!"
      In an instant, they completely disappeared, leaving no trace. Selena ran to her
father, as did Lucien.
      Giselle flew back to the witches'book pointing at one of the words. Lucien
followed reading aloud. "According to the cross reference, the radius is fifty miles."
"That will transport them somewhere in London," Uncle Horatio put in. "But,
they could take a bus back."
      Sebastian held both of his children and stared at the ring. "Why doesn't this girl
talk to us? Did you get her name? The witches called her Arian according to their
conversation. We also know that your house, Uncle Horatio, is a witch cave built about
the same time period of 1690 to 1700 at least. I suggest we should make more elixir to
protect ourselves."
      "But," Lucien proclaimed, "I am hungry."
      "Yes, Lucien, after the elixir, we will feed you. I will need something to quiet my
nerves, like a tall drink." Uncle Horatio announced.
      "Confounded. Where are we?" Hagatha cursed.
      "I don't know,S ister." Hexe complained.
      Brujia just stared. "We are in a church. It must be Westminster Abbey, Sister.
Observe. There are one hundred people glaring at us. I am so embarrassed. Oh, I feel a
worm on my face from the tunnel squirming." She promptly took it off.
      "It's hallowed ground!" All of them shook in fright.
      "I'll get them for this. However, how do we get out of here?" Hagatha retorted.
      "Walk I guess." Brujia mentioned.
      "You know that spell works within fifty mile radius. That's a lot of walking."
Hexe recoiled.
      "Walk fifty miles, isn't there a spell for expulsion that goes:

TO RID THEE SPELL
To rid thee of an untimely lout
This is where one can spout
Get thee gone by sending them out.

      Use in conjunction with a witch's rod." Brujia remembered.
      "You fool, that's the wrong spell!" Hagatha ribbed her sister. "Let's remove
ourselves. Make haste."

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