Stanley Part 8 - Lhiannan-Shee


Edwardina looped her arm around Tashriel’s and smiled flirtatiously.

“Come and sit down. Lady Mabel and I are dying to hear all the gossip regarding the dashing Stanley!” She pouted, dragging Tashriel halfway across the blue reception room with her and over to a group of comfy armchairs beside a small table laden with cakes and a crockery.

“I’ll be mother, shall I?” she asked, raising the china teapot and filling three delicate china tea cups. Tashriel and Lady Mabel took the offered cups and played along with her.

“Well?” Edwardina asked, raising one of her delicately arched eyebrows. “Are you going to tell us the full story or not?”

Edwardina had not failed to notice that Tashriel did not appear to be his normal self. He seemed preoccupied and there was something else which Edwardina could not quite put her finger on. She reached for a coconut macaroon and bit into its delicious sweetness.

“Very well,” uttered Tashriel, leaning forward slightly and placing the untouched tea cup back onto the table.

“The talented young man in question has had the misfortune to fall into the path of Arwydau, a member of the Lhiannan-Shee.”

“Talented?” queried Edwardina, her curiosity piqued even further that it already was. “Is he an artist?”

“Not with paints,” replied Tashriel. “With words.”


“Not yet. He will be though, one day, I am sure. Arwydau only reserves her special attention for those with exceptional talent in their field.”

It was Lady Mabel’s curiosity which was now awakened.

“You know her?”

Tashriel responded with an empty smile which failed to reach his sapphire blue eyes. “The Lady and are I are, shall we say, old acquaintances.”

“You were lovers, weren’t you?” Edwardina said with glee, placing a hand on his. “Did she break your heart?”

“For pity’s sake, child! Must you go on about love as though it is some trivial matter to be discussed over tea and macaroons!” Lady Mabel bristled.

Edwardina was possessed by tiny pangs of guilt. She had not meant to behave inappropriately or upset anyone. “I am sorry,” she said sincerely to both Tashriel and Lady Mabel. “I am afraid I opened my mouth to speak without thinking -– again!” And then directly to Tashriel, “I promise to behave while you tell us all about the problem with Stanley.”

Edwardina did not understand why she was so interested in a man she had never met and only briefly caught a look at. There was something so very attractive about him though. She felt driven to learn more!


Stanley wrote furiously, his fingers black with ink and his study strewn with papers. Three days’ growth of beard shadowed his face and his eyes had achieved a wild and absent appearance.
He threw himself back in his chair, oblivious to the chaos around him, and grinned at the manuscript on the writing desk. This was his best work yet! It was good enough to rival Doyle and Wells!

Stanley reached for the open bottle of whisky close by and took a long swig from it before hurriedly lighting himself a cigarette. Tomorrow he would go to the library and conduct more research. There was no time to waste; he must be onto it whilst he was in the mood to write. He never knew when his muse would leave him.

He briefly remembered that there was something else that he had intended to do too. Some place he had planned on revisiting. He vaguely recalled a most unusual looking man with long blond hair. Perhaps he had imagined him? He was not sure if he had or not. It was getting harder and harder to tell reality from daydreams these days. Anyway, whatever it was could wait; he had more important things to do.

A twinkling caught the corner of Stanley’s eye and he looked down at his crumpled grey tailored trousers. There it was again! He tried to brush the glittery substance away but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn’t shift. He remained that way for several hours, until he eventually collapsed across his desk and slept fitfully.

To be continued...


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  • At 27 June 2010 at 23:36, Anonymous Howard said…

    O Gawd! Those specks of gold again! Poor Stanley!

  • At 30 June 2010 at 16:45, Anonymous Miladysa said…

    LOL Yes indeed Howie - poor Stanley :(

  • At 30 June 2010 at 16:47, Anonymous Miladysa said…

    I am afraid there will be no upate this week - I'm taking a bit of a break from the story. Hope I haven't left anyone feeling too disappointed.

    Take care.

    M x

  • At 17 July 2010 at 16:08, Anonymous Melissa said…

    Gasp! She's been back ... I'm loving this twist with the Arwydau! Chilling and exciting all at once. Love this line:
    “For pity’s sake, child! Must you go on about love as though it is some trivial matter to be discussed over tea and macaroons!” Lady Mabel bristled. LOL
    And the description in part two of Stanley and his study as he writes is *fantastic*-- I could see it so clearly!

  • At 25 January 2012 at 08:46, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Beyond a doubt this is a very captivating and exciting story. But the last comment before me was made in July of 2010. Is there ever going to be more to this story??

    -Amy M Simeister

  • At 25 January 2012 at 23:27, Blogger Miladysa said…

    "Beyond a doubt this is a very captivating and exciting story."

    Thanks Amy. Pleased you enjoyed what is here so far :)

    "the last comment before me was made in July of 2010."

    Readers seemed to switch from leaving their comments here to the Facebook page (which I have only recently deleted), and Twitter.

    "Is there ever going to be more to this story??"

    Yes, there is a heck of a lot more, the trouble is life got in the way of posting it. Guess I will have to pull my socks up and get my act together. Thanks for the kick :)

  • At 27 January 2012 at 00:24, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    If you do start posting more, I for one will be very happy to read it.

    -Amy M Simeister

  • At 27 January 2012 at 08:21, Blogger Miladysa said…

    Thank you :)

  • At 29 January 2012 at 17:37, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I remember stumbling across this story years ago
    Recently found you again via Muse's Success

    I see your comment there, 27 Jan 2012
    You're not dead - or at least, you're still able to communicate with us Living types
    plz k thx

  • At 29 February 2012 at 12:49, Blogger Miladysa said…

    I think I'm still alive... lol

    On to it x

  • At 24 June 2016 at 23:52, Blogger Tetsuki said…

    In the end end there was never a update...

    But thanks for your story so far.

  • At 11 November 2016 at 10:28, Blogger Miladysa said…

    I really should do something about that unknown. Thank you for the nudge :) x


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