The past is always looking over your shoulder…
Ellie knows she will never convince her husband to listen to his conscience. Instead, she quietly works behind Percy’s back to repair the damage whenever possible. When their lives are tragically ended in a terrible carriage accident, Ellie finally has the opportunity to save her husband’s soul.
The Earl of Karmaughton cares about two things in life: power and his wife, Ellie. His investment decisions indirectly caused suffering to so many innocents. He was not oblivious, but as Percy’s father had always said, “It’s business.”
The callous nobleman soon learns that for every action there is a consequence. In order to avoid
his punishment in Hell, he must spend his time in Purgatory, helping other souls repent, or find their way to eternal damnation. With Ellie’s help, Karma’s Karnival becomes an eerie last stop for those who need to discover their humanity… or suffer in perpetuity.
“If you have done terrible things, you must endure terrible things; for thus the sacred light of injustice shines bright.”
Perseus opened his eyes cautiously. He turned his neck one way, then the other. A soft pillow cushioned his head; an embroidered, red satin counterpane covered his chest. He pulled his hand from beneath the heavy material and rubbed his chin. He needed a shave. Above him, a matching red canopy stretched across the four-poster bed.
“Where the devil I am?” He raised himself on his elbows and looked around.
The right side of the room contained a dressing table, small stool, and a washing stand with pitcher and basin. On the left was a fireplace with cheery flames snapping from glowing coals. Two wingback chairs flanked the hearth with a thick wool carpet beneath. A black silk banyan lay across the foot of the bed. Quite the cozy setting.
With a start, he realized he was naked. And warm. Memories of the dark, stormy river, the rain, the carriage and its occupants succumbing to the water. “Ellie!” Panic swelled in his chest, thickened his dry throat as his scratchy shout faded. “Ellie!”
Perseus jumped up and snatched the banyan, tying the belt with an impatient jerk. His bare feet padded across the floor planks, and he flung open the door. A balding man sat at a large dining table. A decanter of golden liquor at his elbow and an inkpot in front of him, he smiled and waved his quill, the end of the feather trembling in the stillness.
“Ah, welcome. Ye were verra tired when ye arrived, so I let ye sleep. That kind of rest will be rare as the years go by.” He returned his attention to the large book and scribbled something on one of the giant sheets. “A cold supper has been prepared, if ye’re so inclined.”
“Where is my wife?”
“With Mr. Barker, I’d imagine.”
“They both made it, then?” Perseus clenched his fists. He wanted to see Ellie. To hold her. To know she was fine.
“Here?” The elderly gentleman nodded and pushed his spectacles up on the bridge of his nose. He slammed the ledger shut and folded his hands on the worn leather cover. “They’ve been discussing the next step, though I dinna agree with their decision.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” He scowled, surprised the other man made no reaction. “I want to see my wife.”
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