Path to the Night Sea by Alicia Gilmore
English | 2018 | General Fiction/Classics | ePUB | 2.1 Mb
Path to the Night : Alicia Gilmore, in her debut novel, weaves the riveting story of Ellie, confined to her house by her abusive father after she was brutally mauled by her father’s hunting dogs.
In their small coastal town, hidden behind locked doors and papered windows, Ellie grows up in a world devoid of sunlight and companionship, dependent upon her father for her every need. The memory of the past haunts her and sustains her. When the unimaginable happens, Ellie must find the strength to survive or remain lost to the world forever.
“Ellie imagined herself dancing with a faceless man. She spun and twirled around the room until the room spiralled and the song ended. Bracing herself against the mantelpiece, Ellie kept the bottle cradled safe against her shirt as she turned the volume down. She lifted the dainty bottle and inhaled her imaginings of her mother.
She couldn’t picture her parents ever dancing, but she’d heard stories on the radio, she’d heard songs, heard their crazy, magical words of love and romance, of wine and music and handsome admirers. Had her mother dated and danced before Daddy? With Daddy? It seemed pre-post…? Preposous? She knew there was a word but she wasn’t sure how to say it. Prepost-arous? Erous? Still, Mummy had kept this little bottle.
These were the moments when Ellie forgot she was hideous. When she forgot that Eleanor Clements was scarred, unloved, and unwanted. Dancing to the songs on the radio or in her head, or drawing on the scraps of paper Daddy let her keep, she was free. Listening to the sounds of the waves, the gulls—sounds she could hear when she stood so still and quiet inside the house—Ellie would imagine herself flying and soaring into a crisp, blue sky over a crystal sea. These weren’t the only times she remembered the ocean. She travelled there in her mind, some nights. Pictured herself on that shore, in her mind always heading to the ocean, looking out to the horizon, far beyond this little house fenced in by the bush and towering cliffs. There was space, freedom, on that beach. Ellie wanted to believe there was freedom elsewhere, that there was something beyond the trees and the cliffs behind the house; she wanted it to be true. The bush couldn’t go on forever. It couldn’t just be trees and rocks and cliffs with nothing to break up the barricade that lay between her and the rest of the world.
‘What’s out there?’ she had dared to ask her father once.
‘Huh? What crap are you on about now?’”