GEMINI HOROSCOPE May 2014

 

How do you deal with people whose values, attitudes and beliefs are diametrically opposed to yours/  Gemini are in a position where you are having to work with and go along with either a company, relative or associate whose way of going about things is conflicting with the way you believe things should be done.  It’s a matter of principle on which you disagree and the fundamental difference is making your life and your position untenable.  Gemini must decide whether to pull back from this situation or to go along in the short run to avoid letting people down.  Long term you will have to disengage from dealing with this person/people and perhaps now is the time that you will see that.

The solar eclipse on April 28 will have you thinking about money: material status and financial reward will be a focus as will envy and striving to do better and have more.  Do not allow your eagerness to become recklessness when it comes to both earning and spending – do not gamble with resources in a hasty ill thought out manner.  Conspicuous and impulsive spending can be a part of this – so guard against spending more than you have or running up debt.  Ask yourself: do I need this? Why am I really buying this? Is this purchase about pride and ego?  Can I afford it?

This is be a very prosperous period financially as long as you are not motivated out of pride and ego.

On a deeper level this solar eclipse can bring about circumstances where you are forced to draw on the deep reserves of strength and mental energy you have – it may lead to one of those experiences where you realise how strong you are.

While some Gemini will redefine how they stand in the world via financial gain and wealth, with other Gemini, it will be all about the inner riches: dealing with a circumstance will suddenly help you achieve a greater sense of psychological security and a deeper connection with who you really are.

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LOVE and WORK HOROSCOPE for ARIES in MAY

  

LOVE

It can be a frustrating and angry period in partnerships with some disagreements.  Your desires and those of your partner seem at odds and talking it out tends to get heated.  Arguments over how to spend money, how to discipline the kids, priorities, how the deal with problem people etc will be common place.  Not irreconcilable differences by any means and fights should be heated and quick, so remember to say sorry and focus on common ground.

Single Arians may be more eager for immediate gratification both sexual and emotional in relationships – you are too impatient and must let the new relationship develop.  Even if the sexual side moves quickly, allow more time for the emotional side to come on before you think it’s serious.

 

WORK

Your enthusiasm and the initiatives you are taking may not be well received by those in power, so ensure that you keep them on side and if that fails keep them informed.  Aries like to work in their own way and need a fair amount of independence within the authority structure at work.  This summer your independence may be curbed or threatened by internal power struggles of new management practices. Try and work with the new ‘rules’ as you will find as with anything that after a few weeks they will break down and you will find ways to work with independence again.  If you are self-employed also be aware that new industry rules and changes to your profession may cause short term irritation and you may have to rethink some of your plans to accommodate these changes.

 

From HOROSCOPE 2014 by Lisa Lazuli

MAY HOROSCOPE: SCORPIO, SAGITTARIUS and CAPRICORN

From HOROSCOPE 2014 – Lisa Lazuli

SCORPIO

You are working hard and seem to be continually clock watching or calendar watching to see if you are on schedule.  This quarter you may find yourself beating up about how much you should have done by this stage – you need to thoroughly analyse what you have done as there is no need to be hard on yourself as you have achieved more than you think you have.  Scorpio’s will be thinking ahead to a big treat you have planned, a treat which you thoroughly deserve and are planning carefully for.  Very future orientated Scorpio are prepared to sacrifice small pleasure for an austere lifestyle right now as the bigger goal is very much more important.  The big treat may be travel related or connected to a major life landmark goal. 

Relationships and their dynamics will have a marked effect on yourself esteem at the end of April during the solar eclipse.  Single Scorpio may jump into ill-advised relationships (with friends or colleagues) merely for the completeness a steady relationship can give.

The eclipse will however strengthen and solidify good relationships reminding you and your partner what love and togetherness means.  Shaky negative relationships will crumble.

Achieving inner peace and living in harmony with others in general is important to you.  Scorpio are also reaching out to others to lend support and assistance; being a good friend or good Samaritan to a stranger fulfils a need in you right now to be part of the bigger picture. 

WORK

For Scorpions who work with people this can be a period where your ability to create a very personal connection with these people can give you the edge in either providing for them, giving them better service or helping them.  Your excellent judge of character means that you can sense the weaknesses of others and use that to your advantage – you should not do this is a negative selfish way, but rather in a way whereby working with that person you are both better off.  Your work may bring you into contact with hospitals, prisons, care homes or foster homes.  Scorpions may help other using their own personal experience ie former addictions, lessons learned from illness recovery or weight loss. Scorpio can be powerful teachers this period, but the lessons will be intensely personal: about your journey and what you learned.  Your own pain can help others going through the same, so be inspired to share Scorpio.

SAGITTARIUS

A period of upheaval with quite a few things coming to a head in the areas of finance and business relationships.  Money concerns are a key element of this with you having to look to reinvest or refinance.  Sagittarians, unless they are gifted with a Capricorn Mercury are not generally good with money and so this will require some concentration.  Do be careful if taking advice that the person giving the advice is not going to benefit: the key is independent advice, perhaps even from a citizen’s advice organisation or government body.

Do not take your health for granted as the solar eclipse in late April may bring to a head health issues you have turned a blind eye to.  Seek health advice and look to your diet and the changes you can make in terms of solutions to health issues.

WORK

In business partnership you may have to take a strong approach to making sure that funds are fairly allocated.  You may use your talents to benefit a local group or charitable organisation.  If you use these talents in your line of work it may be a key way of getting some exposure.  Concentrate on what you are passionate about and look to see how you can make money from this – your passion could just be the answer to your money worries.

You really do need to feel more satisfaction at work and perhaps you need to think more clearly about how this can be achieved: should you look for a new job?  Should you try and improve work relationships? Can you reduce your stress level at work?  How can your work be less psychologically draining?  Can you improve relations with your boss?  The solar eclipse will give you an opportunity to make some changes at work which will both increase your productivity and your enjoyment at work.  Work in co-operation with others at your work to change things for all of you for better.

CAPRICORN

 

A spirit of giving has not been left behind now that it is spring: Capricorn are motivated by community and if they have the ability to give they will be generous to both charity and friends in need.  It is one of those periods when Capricorns will feel a great oneness with fellow man, as an earth sign this is natural, but being ruled by Saturn can make Capricorns feel very separate and thereby isolated.  You will feel able to open up and also more able to accept the quirks in others.  More at home with yourself you are easily able to make new friends and display your tactile, emotional side.

The solar eclipse in April will encourage the creative spark within you.  You are feeling a little risky and ‘out there’ and it’s fun throwing caution to the wind.  Capricorns are in touch with the child within and as a result are acting with joie de vivre and the freedom to be creatively expansive.

If you are a parent, you will be able to bond with your children and share their joys and experiences in a new and fulfilling way for you both. 

WORK

Inclusivity is really important in the work place ie making everyone feel needed and responsible for something important.  As a boss or leader it is vital to recognise everyone for their unique contribution and foster their talents. 

A sense of order and balance gives Capricorn a flare for creating structure, bringing harmony and more organisation to the work situation.  If you work for yourself or run your own business this is a good time to re-organise and make the processes and relationships at your company more harmonious and smoothly flowing.  It is also a highly productive and creative quarter for Capricorn in building, architecture, property development and landscaping – the challenges will be exciting and you will have great scope to use your artistic side.

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LOVE and RELATIONSHIPS for SCORPIO, PISCES and CANCER in May 2014

SCORPIO

Scorpio, you are the solid, emotionally dependable one right now – somehow you have a better grasp of what is going on right now and are seeing reason.  Your partner may turn to you increasingly this period due to your ability to truly understand their situation.  It maybe that you know your partner better that he/she knows his/herself and are thus more clearly able to see where they are going wrong and how they should deal with the people and issues that are troubling them.  This will bring you so much closer on an intimate level as well.  Although Scorpio has so much empathy, do not allow yourself to become too drained in dealing with the problems of your partner and do not become directly involved.

Single Scorpio may find that new love springs from a relationship of dependency ie where you are helping or supporting someone.

PISCES

Working together on a home diy project or even clearing out the garage together can be a great way to spend time with your partner and share a sense of accomplishment.  Let’s be honest there are always things we don’t want to do and can put off, so this is an excellent time for you to rope you partner in to helping you with a mission (one that affects you both ie home improvement, the garden, fitness, new diet, new sexual techniques etc) and making it a team effort.  It can be fun, rewarding and a way to spend quality time together.

Have single Pisces thought of volunteering as a way to meet new people – volunteering is rewarding, great for the CV and a very good way to make friends who share your interests and who may become lovers.

CANCER

 

In marriages it is all about teamwork and mutual support more than romance, but that does not mean that there is no romance at all: Cancerians will not many months go by without an effort with flowers, chocolates, music or whatever it is that will make a day special.

Idealistic about love single Canerians will want the object of their desires to make very traditional gestures of love; it may however be up to you to make the first move rather than them. You may befriend someone at work who has a secret ‘thing’ for you.

More from: HOROSCOPE2014 by Lisa Lazuli

 

 

NEXT of SIN – BOOK EXCERPT

 Excerpt from Next of Sin – Psychological thriller on special this Easter on Amazon.

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PROLOGUE

 

Norfolk Broads, 1987

 

“You didn’t tell anyone did you?”

“No, ’course not,” she giggled as he began to toy with a stray lock of her hair.

“Sure?”

She nodded, grinning. “Told the other guides I felt poorly and wanted to go back to the tent to lie down.”

“What if someone goes to check on you?” he asked, frowning.

“I made a shape in my sleeping bag. They’ll think I dozed off.”

He gave her a heart-melting smile. “Clever girl!” He slipped his hands around her waist. She laughed and drew back as he tried to kiss her. It annoyed him.

“Where are you supposed to be?” she asked suddenly as she slithered out of his embrace.

“It’s our last night. Rest of the Scouts are at McDonald’s in town. I slipped away.” He moved towards her again before suddenly changing his mind and walking over to his sports bag.

“What are you doing?” she asked, swinging awkwardly from side to side with her arms behind her back.

He quickly slipped a red rose out of the bag and held it out. “For you.”

“Wow, thank you,” she said, blushing. “If only the other girls from camp could see this. They all fancy you, you know.”

“But you said nothing, right?”

“I never. How old are you?” she quizzed as she stared shyly into the petals of the rose.

“Fourteen. You?”

“Twelve,” she answered. “You’re going to take me to the movies when we get home like, okay? Can’t wait to see the look on Maisy’s face when she sees us together in town …” In several sudden movements, he ripped off his T-shirt and then his shorts, and took a running leap into the canal.

“Hey, what are you doing?” she cried out. “You’re crazy you know!”

“Crazy about you. C’mon,“ he beckoned, “lovely and cool in here.”

“No way, it’s gross.”

“Don’t be a ninny. Chuck off your clothes and get in with me.” He could see the indecision playing on her face, but he knew young girls; he knew how important it was to them to be liked by the boys. He pictured how excited she would be to tell all her friends who had asked her out. “Lucy Simpson, I really like you. You’re cool.” He treaded water patiently, observing her toying with the button on her shorts. He was intrigued by her honey-blonde hair, which twisted around like the helter-skelter; he was captivated by the way her fluorescent-pink tank top revealed her belly button: she was cute. “Scaredy-cat, Wimpy Simpy,” he teased.

“Don’t you dare!” she shouted back as she let her shorts fall to the ground and wriggled out of her top. She ran towards the canal in her underwear and jumped in, arms wrapped around her legs, making a huge splash. They laughed. He paddled towards her and once again slipped his arms around her waist and attempted to kiss her lips. She slipped her arms around him, avoiding his mouth. He was filled with curiosity. He wanted to explore her body; he wanted to know what everything felt like; he wanted to get so close to her that he could feel what it was to be a girl. He tried to kiss her on the lips again, this time with his tongue. She frowned and gave him a horrible look.

“It’s cold. I don’t like it. I’m getting out.”

“No, wait.“ He tried to hold on to her.

“Leave me, it’s not fun,” she said loudly.

“Shhh!” he urged. “Don’t make so much noise or someone will hear and we’ll both be in trouble. Let’s get out together, but give me a kiss first.”

“I’m freezing. I just want to go back to camp,” she insisted as she turned to swim to the side.

He was beginning to feel annoyed. Lucy Simpson no longer felt fun and interesting. Why would she not listen to him and be quiet? Why was she trying to get away from him? In the distance he could hear a dog barking. He paused to listen more closely. There was the bark again; it was closer and this time, he could hear the owner’s voice. It was a dog-walker on the footpath alongside the canal. “Lucy,” he whispered urgently, “be quiet, someone’s coming. We’ll both be in trouble. Come over here by this barge.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in the direction of the barge.

“No!” she yelled out. “Let me go or I’ll …” Before she could finish, he had his hand over her mouth. She struggled, but he was stronger. He had to keep her quiet; the dog-walker was getting closer. He was getting angry, she was out of control; the more he held on to her though, the more she thrashed out, splashing and making a noise. He had to make her still. He had to avoid drawing attention to himself; there would be too many questions. There was the barking again. The walker was now a barge’s length away. Lucy could hear it too and to her it meant safety, it meant help. She struggled against her fourteen-year-old captor, managing to make muffled sounds despite the hand clamped tightly over her mouth. He was desperate. He placed his free hand on her head and with all his strength, forced her under the water. She kicked violently, but with no need to have one hand over her mouth, he now had two with which to hold her under the murky green water of the canal. He was out of breath, felt almost faint, but she was getting weaker too. He could see the walker with his Springer Spaniel. It was after eight and darkish there in the shadow of the barge. Maybe the man would not see him. He continued to hold her under the water, his feet on her hip bones pushing her down, making sure no outstretched hand would breach the water’s surface and shatter his secret. He was terrified; yet, at the same time, he felt exhilarated. Feeling her body between his legs gave him an overwhelming sense of power, and an amazing orb of sensation grew in his stomach and spread to his private area — a feeling of excitement he could only liken to every Christmas morning he had had all wrapped into one.

“Oi, what’s going on there, son? You shouldn’t be swimming in the canal.”

“It’s okay, Sir. This is my parents’ barge right here. I dropped my bat overboard and just jumped in to see if I could find it. I’m getting out now,” he lied confidently.

“You make sure you do that and don’t go swimming in the canal again, son. It’s dangerous.”  The dog barked and barked hysterically.

He mentally begged the man with the dog to move off; what if he stayed until he climbed out of the canal; what if the dog sniffed out his and Lucy’s clothing on the grass? His heart was beating wildly and despite the freezing-cold water, he was sweating. The man was still looking at him curiously. Why? He was too scared to look down at the water himself — what if the man could see her? What if some of her blonde locks had floated to the surface?

“What’s your dog’s name, Sir?”

“George. Look, I’d better be off now,” he said yanking the barking dog’s lead in aggravation, “You make sure you get out and get warm.”

“Will do, Sir,” he replied, making an effort to turn around and pretend to be making his way to the side. Then, to his great relief, the man began to walk away, pulling his dog impatiently along with him before an eager George could make his way to their discarded clothing. Certain the man was out of earshot, he allowed her to come to the surface.

“Lucy, it’s okay now,” he whispered. There was no reply. Her eyes were open, but they stared wildly ahead. Even in the dimming August sunlight, he could see her skin had taken on a blueish tinge. Only a few seconds ago she had been strong and vital; now she was limp and still. A feeling of sheer dread permeated his being. He shook her and shook her again. He listened at her mouth for sounds of breathing. He had his Scouts’ first-aid badge and knew enough to know she was dead. How could she be dead, he asked himself? She was only under a short time, couldn’t she have held her breath? No, it was her fault, her fault for fighting like that. She should have listened, she should have stayed quiet. It was all her fault. He had had to keep her quiet, otherwise they would both have been in big trouble.

Guilt and fright soon left his thoughts to be replaced with plans: plans for the body. He knew the real owner of the barge was in the pub nearby; he had heard him talking as he lay waiting, hidden in the bushes, for Lucy to arrive. His mind was clear, his intellect sharpened with adrenalin. He used her training bra to tie her to one of the ropes which held the barge to a mooring stump, and climbed out of the water. The darkness which was falling was now his ally. He jumped on board the barge with the agility of a tabby and made his way inside. Rope. There had to be loads of rope on a barge. He found himself in the cramped kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboards: cans, jars, gin, rum, empty wine bottles on the counter. Yuck, he thought, stinks of booze. He could neither see nor feel anything of use. Realising he was dripping wet, he snatched the tea towel: a small chink of glass on glass dominoed into a crescendo of smashes as wine bottles started toppling into one another. “No!” he exclaimed as he reached out to stem the noise. Trembling, he rearranged the wine bottles as they had been before. He quickly dried himself, then the floor. He took a deep breath and paused to think. He had begun to shake uncontrollably. His limbs trembled from the cold and his insides shuddered from shock. I’m wasting time, he chided himself. Any minute now the owner will return. He thought briefly about taking a swig of gin — “steadies the nerves” he’d heard adults say. No, he decided, I must stay alert and in control. He had been on a barge before; where were all the ropes and various bits and bobs kept? Perhaps it was memory, perhaps it was instinct that made him return to the deck. The narrow sliver of the moon had cast enough light to illuminate a flat, wooden seat on the deck with a hinge towards the back of it. Still shaking, he grabbed on to the seat and lifted it up. Yes! he exclaimed to himself. The wooden seat was also the lid of a box which held all manner of rope, cord, plastic string and rags. Feeling sure nothing in the box would be missed immediately, he selected a long strip of cord. Within seconds he was back in the water. Earlier, he had noticed a rope net hanging off the side of another barge further down the canal. He swam silently, using his arms rather than his legs, to the other barge. The net was not securely fastened, and with a few tugs, it was in his hand and he was swimming back towards where he had left Lucy. He could see her head bobbing in the water; for one second his heart stopped: she was smiling at him, she was alive. No, it was a trick of the moonlight. She could no longer fight back. She was all his: his to control, his to explore.

 

Fifteen minutes later, he set about forcing her small body into the rope net. With the water to support her weight, it was not difficult for him to manoeuvre her into a foetal position and wrestle her body into the rope net. It was then time for the next phase of his plan. He was sure that there had to be something along the base of the barge — a hook, pipe, coil or something else he could tie the net to. With his hands on the side of the barge and his body horizontally prone under it, he used his feet to feel for anything that might be a suitable attachment point for the body. It was frustrating work and what worried him more was that it was time-consuming. Any minute now the owner could return from the pub. Towards the centre of the barge, he began to detect something rough; it was as if a crude bit of repair work had been done in that section. Confidence suddenly imbued him with a renewed sense of energy. He had learnt once on a school trip to the lock at Stratford-upon-Avon that barges had soil tanks, which had something to do with air toilets. He wished he had listened more closely that day about the ins and outs of barge plumbing instead of sneaking away to the ice-cream seller. Suddenly he discovered something else — pipework — and guessed it ran from the air cylinder to the tank. Taking a deep breath and dipping below the surface, he explored the area with his hands. Yes, there was a pipe, a U-shaped pipe positioned within what seemed to him to be an arse-about-face collection of pipes and fixings. Surfacing, he swam back to where her body floated in the net. He made sure the cord he had taken from the barge was wrapped around his torso. Swimming with the body in toe, he approached the centre of the barge where the pipework was situated. He tied one end of the cord securely around Lucy’s neck and to the net using everything he had learned about knots, then he ducked under the barge and began his search for the U-shaped pipe. His heart was beating faster and faster; he had to hurry. It took three attempts to relocate the pipe. As soon as he found it, he looped the cord through the bend and returned to the surface, hoping his pulley system would work first time around. He pulled at the cord until the net with the body in it disappeared under the surface and underneath the barge. He tugged and tugged until the cord would no longer give way. Diving under for the last time, he made sure that the cord was tied fast to various sections of pipework. The body of Lucy was now safely secured under the barge. Satisfied, he swam to the side and hauled himself out of the canal.

 

He looked back towards the barge — ‘Rosemarie’s Retreat’ it was called. He had overheard the owner saying that he was leaving the next morning. He smiled. The next morning the barge would disappear into the maze of canals in the Norfolk Broads with its secret cargo. He turned to find his clothes. Using a tracksuit top, he dried himself then redressed in his Scouts’ uniform, placing the wet tracksuit top in his tog bag. Suddenly he noticed the red rose he had given Lucy, lying there on the grass. He picked it up slowly and as he looked at it, that amazing sensation welled up inside him once more; blood rushed to the lower part of his body and he felt as if his groin was blushing. But, as suddenly as it had come, it ebbed and the thrill was cut short. Will I ever feel that way again, he wondered, the way I felt as I held Lucy close, as I held her under the water? He held the rose out in front of him. “You could have enjoyed it too, Lucy. Why didn’t you? Didn’t you like me?” He regarded the rose with a confused look before tossing it into the canal. “Could have been so beautiful, Lucy. Could have been so right.”

 

He picked up Lucy’s small pile of bright pink clothing and made his way towards the back of the pub, concealed in the overgrown bushes. He could hear raucous laughter from the pub-goers gathered under the red and white umbrellas of the beer garden. He slipped silently around the kitchen, careful not to be seen by the cook, who was smoking at the door while humming along to that year’s biggest hit La Bamba. In the car park he spotted a Renault 5, a Golf GTI and a Ford Sierra. He made a beeline for the Ford, which was filthy dirty. He tried the boot. Locked. Next, he tried to pop open the boot of the Renault 5, using the material of his shirt so as not to leave a fingerprint. It was open. He flung Lucy’s clothing into the boot, shut it firmly, and made his way back to camp. He felt satisfied with himself: after years of beatings and tongue-lashings from his father, being sneaky had become a way of life and thinking ahead was second nature.

 

 

“And where have you been, young man? I was about to alert the police and send out a search party. This is unacceptable behaviour and I will have to report this to your father tomorrow on our arrival home.”

“Sir, I am really sorry for causing you to worry. Let me explain.” Without so much as a pause, he continued with some pride, “I just helped a guy out. Uhm, I was at McDonald’s with the rest of the Scouts when I realised that I had left my asthma inhaler back at camp. I was really worried, ’cause I might need it. I was walking back to camp when I saw this guy broken down at the side of the road. His car had smoke and steam and stuff coming from the engine like. I noticed he had foreign plates … Germany. I asked him if everything was okay. He didn’t speak English, but I know some German from school. He needed water for his radiator thing ’cause his car was overheating. He had an empty Coke bottle and so I took him to the public loos in town and showed him where to fill the bottle with water. He was really grateful. He seemed a bit lost too and so I helped him with some directions. I’m sorry, Sir, but I thought it was a good thing to do. I didn’t realise how long I had been away. I rushed back as fast as I could, but I was so out of breath.”

The Scoutmaster was beaming. “Well done, son! You did the right thing.” He patted him affectionately on the head. “You get on to bed now. We have to be up early to pack up; bus leaves at half seven.”

 

 

He could still remember grabbing his father’s newspaper as soon as it came through the door the next evening, sneaking off to his room and reading the headline news about the young Girl Guide, Lucinda Simpson, who had disappeared from a campsite in Norfolk. Police were searching the countryside with dogs, dredging canals and lakes, and desperately appealing for witnesses to come forward. The next evening he nicked the newspaper again, this time to read about an arrest. A woman, Mandy Brown, had found a young girl’s clothing in the boot of her on-off boyfriend’s car and reported it to the police. The unnamed man had been taken in for questioning. Dogs had detected Lucy’s scent near the pub, where the man in question had been drinking that night. There was still no sign of a body, but police expected the worst.

 

 

Japan, October 2004

 

He had continued to scour the newspapers for articles on Lucy’s disappearance long after his return from Norfolk; sometimes he was even saddened that they had never found her. He still thought of her as his first girlfriend — the cute blonde he had met at the Scouts and Guides disco that summer at camp. The girl who had captivated and infuriated him in equal measure. Suddenly that feeling of control, of power over her and the amazing sensation he had felt as he held her under the water, welled up vividly within his memory.

 

Everything changes, yet nothing changes, he thought as he brought his thoughts back to the present. They were standing on the edge of the cliff; he held her from behind and they gazed out to sea, buffeted by the increasingly strong winds. The graphite-coloured clouds hovered menacingly over a quivering East China Sea. The final sheer rays of sunlight stalked the rugged coastline and the rocks glinted like shattered glass. She gazed down to her left at the mean-looking rocks, thinking how desolate and how inhospitable to any life the cove appeared: sun-scorched by summer and sea-lashed by winter; even the algae struggled to survive.

She drew away from him. “Let’s go. It’s cold and miserable.”

“I think it’s atmospheric,” he countered.

“What?” she asked confused, as she held back her ash-blonde curls, which whipped across her face in the swirling wind.

“The two faces of nature,” he mused, not answering her directly. “This morning so calm, so tranquil, so benign. This evening: omnipotent, violent and threatening. I just love to soak up that awesome power.”

“I want to go back to the bungalow,” she announced with determination as she moved to walk away.

His hand shot out like a bolt of lightning and his gold signet ring glinted as his hand latched on to her forearm. “No.”

She gasped as she looked into his blue eyes, which were suddenly so cold, so cruel — almost reptilian. That detached sense of eeriness she had had standing on that cliff suddenly morphed into a very chilling sense of evil. She tried to loosen his grip. With increasing panic, she shot a glance over her shoulder, realising with horror how close to the cliff’s edge she was. In that moment of utter terror, the events of the past few months flashed through her head with crystal clarity: the phone call from out of the blue; the surprise holiday; the trip to that obscure piece of coastline; the way he had shanghai’d her into the walk that cold October afternoon. But she was destined to think no more. The vice-like fingers of his right hand tightened around her throat; her petrified eyes bulged. He gasped, his entire body electrified and coursing with the thrilling charge — his fantasy of having total power over life and death fulfilled. As he felt her life ebb away, he loosened his grip and sighed with satisfaction.

“Pity you couldn’t enjoy it too,” he hissed as he ruthlessly rammed his arm into her body, sending her hurtling over the edge of the cliff.

He stood, smiling, taking a macabre delight in the way she lay like a broken doll there on the rocks. Her screams, echoing off the cliff-face as she had tumbled down, had been a symphony to his ears.

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