Under the Pendulum Sun by Jeannette Ng

Author:Jeannette Ng [Ng, Jeannette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: fantasy, Fae, Dark Fantasy, theology, fairyland, mystery, gothic
ISBN: 0857667262
Publisher: Watkins Media
Published: 2017-10-02T23:00:00+00:00

I descended from my tower room, gloved hand pressed against the stonework to steady myself. I was not used to the shape of the dress, with its high waist and columnar skirt. It was lighter than my usual garb and the lack of petticoats and cinching corset distracted.

Step followed shaky step. The airy slippers were gossamer thin and just as light. Movement was suddenly different and unfamiliar.

It was a strangeness that it was tempting to call freedom, yet this unanchored movement unsettled me. It filled me with a sense of falling, heart lurching to my throat and a tempest roiling within my chest.

The long gallery and the corridors of the castle had been transformed. Mab’s servants had covered every wall and ceiling of the corridors with innumerable mirrors and shards of glass. They were of all shapes and sizes, framed in brass and bronze, wood and wonder. They fragmented the light and made the spaces seem at once vast and yet so small compared to the infinity within the mirrors.

Passing one of the larger mirrors, I caught my reflection in it. There was no illusion to hide that fatigue written on my features. I had not slept well for days, if not weeks. Still, it strangely reminded me of a badly preserved renaissance painting. Time had taken its toll and my paint had aged and flaked, fading the tint of my skin. My eyes looked hollow and sunken, as though the black ink of my eyes had smudged. My dress was a wash of white, where once an artist had painstakingly detailed lace and pearl and slash. All that remained was the rich gold that banded the bodice and the sleeves.

Behind me, the corridor was reproduced perfectly in its glassy depths, but everything looked colder and darker. I saw all the other mirrors, a hundred thousand reflections, all reflecting. It created a hypnotic pattern.

Peering like this in a looking glass, it was all too easy to believe such reflections to be the sum of existence, that all was but shadow upon shadow, that the endless worlds were all centred on me, wide-eyed, pale and very afraid.

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