Lucinda Elliot loves to write Gothic historical novels, which isn’t surprising as she was brought up in a series of isolated old houses her parents were renovating which would make ideal settings for a Gothic novel.
After living and working in London for many years, she now lives in mid Wales with her family.
She is fascinated by social history and women’s unwritten history.
She is intrigued by the notion of glorying in cliched themes in writing.
Her novel ‘That Scoundrel Emile Dubois’ set during the French Revoltion in France and North Wales is a take on an Ann Radcliffe type theme with vampires and time warps, while her next novel ‘Aleks Sager’s Daemon’ is about an author haunted by his own character from Tsarist Russia while ‘Ravensdale’ due out by April 2014 is set during 1792 in England is a spoof of the theme of the Disgraced Earl Framed for Murder Turns Outlaw.
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Setting: Wuthering Heights, the dining room . The table is laid for three. Joseph clumps about in his heavy boots, slopping unappetising looking porridge into bowls. Arthur: Silence, fellow! Last night’s excess has overwrought my steely nerves. I can no more take that appalling din, than I endure to eat…
Setting: Wuthering Heights: Heathcliff and Arthur Huntingdon now sit at the table in the great room with the ‘houseplace’ and the great fire, decidedly the worse for drink. Both clutch a pack of marked cards. Joseph and Hareton go along the passageway outside, making for the stairs. Joseph: ‘Tis fair…
[Setting: Wuthering Heights, in the great oak lined ‘house place’. The wind moans eerily outside, bending the tormented trees into ever more distorted shapes (symbolic, or what?).] Heathcliff: Curse it, that festive season only heightens my anguish of despair. Above fifteen years, torn apart from my heart and soul. Reunion…