THE GHOST OF CAPTAIN HINCHLIFFE - KINDLE UK COUNT DOWN DEAL Sept 21—24 2017
Another riveting tale from David Dennington, author of The Airshipmen. This time, he cleverly weaves together a couple’s amazing love and the temptation it faces with the drama of a transatlantic flying record attempt and a spine-tingling psychic connection from beyond the grave that becomes the only hope of preventing a horrific aviation disaster. It’s an intriguing recipe that makes it hard to put down The Ghost of Captain Hinchcliffe.
David Wright, former journalist with the Daily Mirror, London.
Dear Readers,
When writing Ghost, I researched what music I thought Emilie Hinchliffe would have played. That made it all the more intriguing for me and brought those scenes to life. In the scene below, and in some others, I saw her playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata – ‘the third movement’, as she tells Elsie. This heartbreaking piece is played magnificently by Valentina Lasitsa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zucBf...
Millie uses her piano to express her moods and release some of the terrible tensions caused by recent awful developments in her life which threaten to destroy her.
EXCERPT:
The issue was brought to a head the following day. Millie was in studio feverishly playing the stormy third movement of Moonlight Sonata. Hinchliffe was in the yard hanging Millie's new bird feeder. She thought she heard a motorbike in the front driveway. The doorbell jangled, but Millie ignored it, playing until the end of the piece. The bell went again. When she'd finished, she went to the door. There, she found someone dressed in a brown leather jacket, pilot's cap and goggles—about her own height.
“You must be Millie!” the rider said in a husky voice, removing a pair of gloves.
“Er, yes?”
“Hello, I'm so pleased to meet you,” the woman said, thrusting out a beautifully manicured hand. “I'm Elsie, I hope you've heard of me.” She pushed up her goggles to reveal her exquisitely made up, gorgeous brown eyes.
“Elsie …?”
“Elsie Mackay ...”
The penny dropped. “Oh, yes, Elsie Mackay,” Millie said with a half-smile.
“My goodness what wonderful playing. Was that you? I've been standing here for ages, listening.”
“Yes, it was, actually. I’m so sorry—” Millie replied.
“Oh, no, no. It was great! What was it?”
“The third movement.”
“The third movement? Well, whatever it was, it was absolutely bloody marvelous, if I may say so! And I just love your accent.”
“Yes, I like yours too,” Millie countered.
Hinchliffe was just coming in from the garden, and after puzzling for a while, figured it could only be Elsie at the front door. He wasn't sure where this would lead. It might spoil everything.
“Elsie! What brings you here?” he asked.
“I'm so sorry, Raymond, to drop in on you like this, but I was out riding through the South Downs on the old Harley and I thought, well, why not drop in and introduce myself to your wife—and yes, she is just as lovely as you said, and her music, oh my God!” Elsie clapped her hands together and rambled on in her frightfully, frightfully upper class accent. “Me, I know nothing about music—planes and horses are my thing—and a spot of tennis, of course.”
VIEW AMAZON PAGE FOR THE GHOST OF CAPTAIN HINCHLIFFE https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074XR737V
The first two chapters maybe viewed on a previous blog.
Read well, be well.
David Dennington
http://www.daviddennington.com
David Wright, former journalist with the Daily Mirror, London.
Dear Readers,
When writing Ghost, I researched what music I thought Emilie Hinchliffe would have played. That made it all the more intriguing for me and brought those scenes to life. In the scene below, and in some others, I saw her playing Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata – ‘the third movement’, as she tells Elsie. This heartbreaking piece is played magnificently by Valentina Lasitsa
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zucBf...
Millie uses her piano to express her moods and release some of the terrible tensions caused by recent awful developments in her life which threaten to destroy her.
EXCERPT:
The issue was brought to a head the following day. Millie was in studio feverishly playing the stormy third movement of Moonlight Sonata. Hinchliffe was in the yard hanging Millie's new bird feeder. She thought she heard a motorbike in the front driveway. The doorbell jangled, but Millie ignored it, playing until the end of the piece. The bell went again. When she'd finished, she went to the door. There, she found someone dressed in a brown leather jacket, pilot's cap and goggles—about her own height.
“You must be Millie!” the rider said in a husky voice, removing a pair of gloves.
“Er, yes?”
“Hello, I'm so pleased to meet you,” the woman said, thrusting out a beautifully manicured hand. “I'm Elsie, I hope you've heard of me.” She pushed up her goggles to reveal her exquisitely made up, gorgeous brown eyes.
“Elsie …?”
“Elsie Mackay ...”
The penny dropped. “Oh, yes, Elsie Mackay,” Millie said with a half-smile.
“My goodness what wonderful playing. Was that you? I've been standing here for ages, listening.”
“Yes, it was, actually. I’m so sorry—” Millie replied.
“Oh, no, no. It was great! What was it?”
“The third movement.”
“The third movement? Well, whatever it was, it was absolutely bloody marvelous, if I may say so! And I just love your accent.”
“Yes, I like yours too,” Millie countered.
Hinchliffe was just coming in from the garden, and after puzzling for a while, figured it could only be Elsie at the front door. He wasn't sure where this would lead. It might spoil everything.
“Elsie! What brings you here?” he asked.
“I'm so sorry, Raymond, to drop in on you like this, but I was out riding through the South Downs on the old Harley and I thought, well, why not drop in and introduce myself to your wife—and yes, she is just as lovely as you said, and her music, oh my God!” Elsie clapped her hands together and rambled on in her frightfully, frightfully upper class accent. “Me, I know nothing about music—planes and horses are my thing—and a spot of tennis, of course.”
VIEW AMAZON PAGE FOR THE GHOST OF CAPTAIN HINCHLIFFE https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B074XR737V
The first two chapters maybe viewed on a previous blog.
Read well, be well.
David Dennington
http://www.daviddennington.com
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