THE KEY TO 203 by Ena Shaw is published

Sept. 7, 2007 - PRLog -- The once stately old mansion seemed to have unsettling ways of resisting intruders – the eerie silence, and almost forbidding atmosphere, would have frightened off the more timid ‘visitor’ but Matthew took little heed for there was this strange, unexplained urge lurking in the back of his mind, which drove his headlong search for answers.  His actions would set off a chain of events that was to trouble others, the outcome reaching a far wider circle than he could have been prepared for….

About the Author:  Ena Shaw lives in Quorn in Loughborough, England.  This is her first children’s story that she’s published, and she has many more ideas for books which she plans to write, including one entitled William and the Whirling Wonder.

Excerpt from the book:

“A strangely eerie atmosphere surrounded the once stately old house, as it sat forlornly in the clear, dry Sussex air.  Its’ mellow, stone-clad walls still glowed in the pearly Autumn sun, but the once magnificent windows which reached down to within a step of the flagged terrace, were no longer reflecting back the low afternoon rays, for their sparkling panes had long gone, to be replaced by ugly sheets of shabby, rotting wood, giving the house a pitiful look of decay and neglect.

The grounds were circled by a carriage-way now weed-strewn, with huge and ancient oak trees still ‘standing guard’ with their strong, gnarled branches thrusting out over parkland gently sloping away from the house, in between which could be seen breathtaking views for many miles beyond.  Stands of delicate birches clustered nearer the house, and over on a rise on the far side, a copse of tall umbrella pines loomed over all, giving roosting for a family of rooks – the frequent squabbling and squawking of which was the only sound to break the brooding silence.

Wide stone steps leading up to the entrance were also host to the wind-blown weeds which had settled in every tiny crack, and rubble lay across them in many places.  The four steps led to a covered porch – in the manner of a church vestibule – and on to a pair of stout doors, also boarded over where once were decorative panels of glass.  Large carriage lamps were fixed to the wall on either side of the doorway, still holding cracked glass with knife-like shards clinging on, and matching lamps on heavy iron ornate standards stood at intervals along the front wall to illuminate the terrace.”

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A copy of this book can be ordered from Authorhouse at:

www.authorhouse.co.uk/BookStore/ItemDetail~bookid~46223.aspx


and from Amazon.co.uk at:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Key-203-Ena-Shaw/dp/1434321339/re...

Contact Details:

Author:  Ena Shaw
E-mail:  info@authorhouse.com

Website: www.authorhouse.co.uk