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Primrose

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Dark and wonderful fantasy about a girl and the demon hiding under her bed.

Synopsis

Primrose has just lost her older brother, now she must fight for her soul.
Primrose’s older brother goes missing and, in her despair, she makes an unlikely friend with a creature under her bed: a demon. When her new friend doesn’t visit one night, she goes looking for them and falls into the demon world. There she must fight to keep her soul from the grasp of hungry demons with the help of a couple of new friends. She must keep her mind steady as these demons are manipulative, quick and some with extraordinary powers. With the help of her new alliances will she escape the demon world in one piece and finally find out what happened to her brother?

Hamilton created a beautiful and sinister world with her novel Primrose. The tone of the novel reminded me of Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate events. The combination of childlike innocence and darkness weaves a web of fascination. Primrose's journey takes an approach of a dark, modern fairy tale.


"“I don’t want to be rude, but can I ask... what are you? I’ve never seen anything like you before,” Primrose asked. Abatiel studied her again. They felt they could trust her with thisinformation. “I am a demon.” “A demon. Like from religion?” Primrose asked. “Not really. We existed long before religion..."


Primrose discovers a creature under her bed unlike anything she has ever seen. The demon is friendly and gentle, taking a much different approach to the "demons" we have come to know from Sunday School. Abatiel becomes Primrose's friend when she needs one most.


"She found a new flame to find Thomas, not for any one person but her family. She wanted everyone to feel whole again and that missing piece was Thomas."


The author does a great job with pacing the story. Primrose never feels sluggish or overworked. As Baby Bear form Goldilocks would say, it is "just right." Following our heroine into the demon world to find her Abatiel and her brother, Thomas, is a frightening ride. Abatiel is amiable, but the not all demons are the same. Primrose must fight to keep her soul and keep the evil demons at bay.


I look forward to reading more from Jade Hamilton in the future. The world she created with Primrose has the potential to carry on in a full series. The book is a refreshing taste of gothic fantasy. I recommend this novel for young adult readers, as well as Middle Grade readers. Children will love the characters and this little girl's epic journey to and from darkness.

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Rachel Patterson's poetry has been published in several literary journals, such as The Penmen Review. She has a Bachelor’s Degree in Creative Writing and English, and she is completing her MFA in Creative Writing. Rachel lives near Pittsburgh with her husband, son, and three crazy cats.

Synopsis

Primrose has just lost her older brother, now she must fight for her soul.
Primrose’s older brother goes missing and, in her despair, she makes an unlikely friend with a creature under her bed: a demon. When her new friend doesn’t visit one night, she goes looking for them and falls into the demon world. There she must fight to keep her soul from the grasp of hungry demons with the help of a couple of new friends. She must keep her mind steady as these demons are manipulative, quick and some with extraordinary powers. With the help of her new alliances will she escape the demon world in one piece and finally find out what happened to her brother?

One


Three weeks to the day Primrose’s older brother, Thomas,

had gone missing. No one could understand what had

happened to him. One morning as Primrose was getting

ready for school she heard her mother cry out for her father.

When Primrose went to investigate, she found them in

Thomas’s room, his window open, his bedsheets ruffled but

he wasn’t there. The police came but did not find anything

conclusive about what had happened. It looked as if he had

just vanished. Primrose watched officers fill her house and

the usually quiet village street was now bustling. Her

neighbours were out updating each other on the gossip. The

next day search parties made up of volunteers went out to

look for him. There was no trace of him. Primrose joined

the searches and each time she went out she counted less

and less people. All the people that were left had lost their

motivation, their hope that someone in the group would find

even a slither of evidence that Thomas had been there. She

didn’t. She was persistent on going out to look every day but

eventually her parents did not want her to go out, not even

to school and then she was stopped from playing in the

village with her classmates. Weeks passed and rumours had

spread that Thomas had simply run away from home but

Primrose along with her mother and father did not believe

it. She understood that life for her family had changed as her

parents became strangers to themselves and her. Even at

nine years old she was extremely observant. Her mother was

always either crying or sleeping. The doctor gave her pills to

help her sleep for hours at a time. Not always at night. But

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her father, he grew cold and never had a smile for anyone,

even her. She too was sad, she loved her brother and missed

him dearly but under the surface, she couldn’t understand

her parents’ reaction. She too wanted her brother to return

but she wanted to do something about it. Her parents didn’t

seem to have the fight to do so. She wanted to help her

parents but simply did not know how. Primrose had faded

into the background like she was just a piece of furniture in

the house. Her parents did not show her any malice but

instead, their grief blinded them to her. She felt that she had

become displaced in her own home. Since she was no longer

allowed out of the house she took it upon herself to take

care of her parents. Primrose began to make sure her mother

ate, even if it was just one slice of buttered toast every

morning. She began to make sure that she kept the noise

down when her father was watching television or reading the

daily newspaper as he became easily angry. Another aspect

that she wasn’t familiar with. For the rest of her day, Primrose

would sit at her window and watch the neighbours in the village

leave flowers and candles at the garden gate. They would stand

outside, shake their heads and talk about her family. They did

not hide this fact, they would regularly point to the house and

even Thomas’s window. Some of them left fresh home-cooked

food at the front step. Her parents didn’t seem to notice so

primrose would have to retrieve them before the animals got to

it. She would make herself dinner and make sure the washing

was done. Thankfully the neighbours’ gifted food was all

cooked and she knew how to use a microwave.

The months went by and the police were not coming to the

house as often. There wasn’t any news on Thomas. They

would phone every so often to let the family know they were

still investigating. The flowers were withering on the gate

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and the candles had melted away. No more food was left at

the door for them. Primrose had returned to school. It was

never a place of acceptance or joy for her to go to. She would

find herself alone a lot of the time. Not a great focus for

teachers or pupils. That changed when she walked through

the doors after Thomas’s disappearance. No one spoke to

her personally, but she saw their looks and heard their

whisperings. She became the focal point, and she did not care

for it. Primrose couldn’t focus at school and eventually asked

her father if she could stay at home from now on. Her father

said it is something that she has to get used to. Primrose’s father

had started to return to some of his normal parenting duties

once Primrose had returned to school, such as food shopping,

cleaning, and preparing meals. The only difference to Primrose

was that her father had not found his smile yet. He never spoke

to her or read to her anymore. Now he slept on the sofa while

her mother never left her bed upstairs. All under one roof but

no longer in the same family Primrose would think to herself.

On one stormy night, Primrose made her way to bed and

picked up where her father had left off reading the book

about a boy wizard. She curled up under her duvet with a

bedside lamp shining on the printed words. Her imagination

flew as she read. In the silence of her room, she heard

something roll across her floor when in the corner of her

eye she saw a small yellow ball rolled out from under her

bed. She watched it stop as it hit the rug in the middle of her

room. She got out from her duvet, studied it and when

seeing that there was nothing odd about it she put it back

underneath her bed. As she tried to re-immerse herself in her

book she saw the same ball roll along her floor again. Making

sure she kept her place in the book, she got out of bed once

more but instead of putting the ball back like before she

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decided to kick it under her bed. The moment the ball went

under the sheet it rolled back to where she stood. Primrose

could not believe it. She did this again and again and every time

the ball flew out from under the bed faster and faster. Full of

curiosity she pulled back the sheet and was instantly taken aback

by what she found. She did not scream for she was not afraid,

but she was frozen, staring at the culprit.

She had never seen a creature like it before. A smooth black and

white face centred by enormous piercing metallic eyes. The

creature’s eyes and head shape were similar to humans,

though bigger and with no indication of a nose or a mouth.

The creature did not move or flinch. They both stared at

each other. Taking in each other’s faces. Primrose then

brought herself to whisper “hello?” but the creature merely

tilted its head. “Do you understand me?” she asked. The

creature nodded.

Primrose didn’t know what to do. She was excited and

instantly wanted to go tell her parents, but she couldn’t. She

knew she couldn’t. They had enough to think about, never

mind a peculiar creature under their daughter’s bed, she

thought to herself. Since her brother’s disappearance, she

had no friends she could confide in. She thought it best to

ask it some yes or no questions to help understand what and

where the creature had come from.

“Are you hurt?” The creature shook its head.

“Are you here to hurt me?” Primrose was not sure if the

creature could lie but she wanted to ask anyway. The creature

shook its head again. “That’s good,” Primrose said, smiling at

the creature “are you hungry?” she asked. The creature only

blinked in response. “Why don’t you come out from under

there and I’ll get some food.”

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Primrose didn’t wait for a response, she ran down the stairs

as quietly as she could, making sure to not wake up her father

who was lying asleep on the sofa. Climbing on the counter,

she went to the biscuit tin. She also got a glass of milk and

ran back up the stairs. The creature had not gotten out from

under the bed like she had hoped so she put the treats down

on the floor and lifted the sheet again. The creature was still

there, watching her. Primrose then saw that the creature had

brought its arms round to the front. It had long black fingers

with sharp nails, the black hands merging into its white arms

like veins.

“I brought up some Battenburg. my favourite. Oh. I’m

sorry,” as Primrose passed the cake over she remembered

she couldn’t see a mouth on the creature. Placing the

Battenberg on the floor, she pondered on what to say next.

She hoped she hadn’t offended them. The creature slowly

lifted its hand and with two of its long fingers took the

Battenberg. It brought it up to the centre of its face and two

small holes appeared as it took a deep sniff of the treat. The

creature’s eyes grew in delight and a mouth appeared.

Another hole in the middle of its face. A perfect circle which

sucked in the cake. Primrose began to laugh. She couldn’t

help herself. The creature’s face went back to being smooth.

Primrose was trying hard to stop laughing by covering her

mouth. She did not want the creature to think that she was

making fun of them. She was taken aback and had never seen

anything eat like that. No animal she had ever seen on television

did that. She knew she had to stop laughing so she didn’t wake

her parents. The creature took out its hand again and stretched

its fingers out towards her. She stopped laughing immediately.

It took its long fingers and wrapped them around her hand.

Primrose was about to pull away when she heard a voice. It was

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smooth, soft, and tender. “Thank you” it said. It was then that

Primrose realised the voice she heard in her head was coming

from the creature, for the creature’s mouth had not returned on

their face. She smiled with delight and tightened her grip on

its hand. “My name is Primrose. What’s yours?” The creature

was hesitant to reply but answered “Adatiel.” Primrose

repeated the name slowly, making sure she got the

pronunciation correct.

“I don’t want to be rude, but can I ask… what are you? I’ve

never seen anything like you before,” Primrose asked. Abatiel

studied her again. They felt they could trust her with this

information. “I am a demon.” “A demon. Like from religion?”

Primrose asked. “Not really. We existed long before religion

but when some humans saw us they adopted us to symbolise

some of their ‘sins’” - Abatiel did not sound pleased. “I’m

sorry. I find that people are scared of things they don’t

understand.” Primrose tried to reassure them.

Abatiel knew with her answer that they had made the right

decision to trust her. The two spent most of that night lying on

the floor and holding hands so they could speak to each other.

Primrose found herself telling Adatiel everything about herself

and all the things that had happened with her brother but after

a short while she quickly changed the conversation. She did

not want to bore them. She was desperate to know more.

Unfortunately, Abatiel did not say much about where they came

from and just when Primrose was about to ask more questions,

she heard her father come up the stairs. She darted to her bed

and pretended to be asleep. She had only a couple of seconds

to choose a position and the one she ended up with was not

very comfortable. Her father came in and gently picked her up.

He placed her under her sheets and tucked her in. Turning off

her bedside lamp and kissing her on her forehead, he then took

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her book and placed it on the bookshelf. Once Primrose heard

her father go back downstairs, she checked under her bed but

Adatiel was gone. She lay back and stared at the ceiling. She

pondered on what had just happened. Not only with the

creature under her bed but also about her father. Did he

always do that and she had never noticed? But her eyes were

heavy and tired and eventually she could not fight it any longer,

she fell asleep and dreamed about her new friend who visited

her from under her bed.

About the author

I am a new author who has adored storytelling but due to my learning disabilities and situations in life, I believed I wasn't good enough to be a writer, I wasn't smart enough or could write. After a long time, I have finally done it. This is my first book and I am already writing my second. view profile

Published on November 21, 2020

Published by Michael Terrance Publisher

40000 words

Genre: Young Adult

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