Enter The Darkling
Frances English
Paperback
(Independently published, Aug. 6, 2017)
“Enter the Darkling” is an enchanting mythical tale told in the rhyme and rhythm of verse. To enhance the telling there are beautiful and detailed illustrations which will thrill and magnify the reader’s imagination. The tale takes place in an ancient period of time when magic, monsters, spirits and mystical beings existed. It is a mystery that not many humans would ever hear of for it is a Fay or fairy legend about a much feared, tiny and very strange Fay creature with special abilities. The journey within is a tale of the before and after this “Darkling” was born, of betrayal and dangers faced, lessons learned, wisdom gathered and about this Darkling’s possession of unique powers that would possibly someday affect the Fay as well as human kind. It is a story that begs to be read aloud. One might ask why the author chose to write in verse. Amidst her “24/7” caregiving job at the time, it was not only a way to express herself creatively, but also to focus on something and relieve stress. The writing and drawing did not need a special room or workplace, could be put away at a moment’s notice and picked up again with ease. The choice was to work in a more complex form, one which engendered focus as with crossword puzzles or mathematical puzzles like sudoku. The story is written in verse chapters with a single line repeat at the chapter’s end. Each titled chapter has six stanzas with six lines of verse rhyming every two lines (aa, bb, cc); and each line’s non-classical meter is comprised of 15 syllables (stressed and unstressed). Her rather strict self imposed requirements are a reflection of the limitations she experienced in her personal life and became her way to transform them into a compelling, coherent story that would be intriguing and delightful to read. Two samples of the 15 syllable lines of six line stanzas: I. The Flight One midnight in a dark hollow crouched a wretched group of three Shivering but well sheltered beneath twisted roots of a tree, Threatened by growing despair with naught for warmth but each other— The larger figure hugged the smaller ones like any mother Unfolding glistening wings to spread over them for cover, And began to sing an ancient song of a dark moon lover. The Ballard was a song of old earth, of a long ago time Filled with great magic, dream worlds, and wizardry when mystic rhyme Could create, keep safe or hinder, move or change forms, free or bind; And she sang to an elfin melody enchanting the mind, So that the magical tale was envisioned, cares were forgot, And the enrapt listeners wondered on these things that were not.