High City on a Hill (Ch3)

And we're finally back to the mesmerism I spent so much time researching in January last year (like my recent worries over Hertha's Vienna address after I discovered that my 'fictional' street was in fact a real street of an unusual name which exists in Munich, not Vienna -- all the frantic research for a plausible real address with the right connotations for the family ended up as literally one word in the finished story ;-p)

I also discovered in the process of editing that Raoul had 'appeared abruptly older' several times in the course of the chapter, in addition to having already done so in Ch2; this is what happens when you write painfully slowly and forget which phrases you have previously used ;-p I managed to cut it down to a single, less repetitious occurrence...

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Chapter 3 — “As if Awoken from a Dream”

I did not reach home until after midnight, and there was no shared supper of champagne and laughter, but only a cold collation that was put together for me in haste and eaten alone in a chilly salon downstairs. It was a far cry from the sparkle of wine-glasses and good company chez Valestre, where we’d planned to dine.

But Christine Daaé was nowhere to be found, there was no-one in authority from whom Raoul could get a straight answer, and I’d been more shaken by those dizzying moments at the door than I wanted to admit. ( Read more... )