The Magical Letter – Part Nine



Nine – Coercion


As her capturer kissed her, the onslaught of his mouth was so fierce it was overwhelming her!

Violent disgust threatened to choke her as his lips were crushing hers and his tongue was invading her mouth with uttermost cruelty. She must not show this to him!

Suddenly the memory of another kiss was coursing through her and with it, the sheer delight she had once felt as Fredrick kissed her. Frederick! Frederick Wentworth, her betrothed, her one and only love! And she … she was Anne Elliot, engaged to be married to Frederick and this cruel assailant was William Elliot, her cousin, with the morality of a chimpanzee and the cold heart of a snake!



Frederick … dear, sweet, kind Frederick … who was restored to her after so long a time and whose kisses, full of deep, thrilling love, awakened a fire in every fibre of her body …

Oh, yes! Anne knew what to do to fight off this fiend that was of her own family and blood!

She applied herself fiercely in answering that assaulting kiss of Elliot’s, even though her nausea was putting up its ugly head . Think of Frederick, who must be going mad with worry! Let Elliot think you believe him! Make him lower his guard. Try to break free and return to Frederick.

Elliot unexpectedly released her with a gasp.

“Christ, Anne! Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

Anne smiled innocently at him.

“Why, my dear sir, I would not know! Was it you who taught me this, maybe?”

Elliot’s hand loosened the back of her head though she was still trapped in his arm like in a vice. It travelled up and down her neck with soft stroking, brining loath in its path. She kept her pasted smile on her face, desperately thinking of Frederick.

Her ordeal, however, was far from over. Elliot’s hand now wandered to her breasts, bare and corset-free under the cotton nightgown.


The list of Dr Widdicombe’s patients covered four pages of a large ledger, each page containing three columns. Sifting through it took long, tedious hours and interrogating the persons, attached to these names, would take even more hours, equally long and tedious. The outcome of such an interrogation did not guarantee success in finding Anne either. Many names on the list were acquaintances of Wentworth’s, some were even friends. The very thought of interrogating them did not sit comfortably with Wentworth nor with Constable Jeffries.

Wentworth’s mood was at its deepest. Anne was now missing for three whole days and the chances to find her were shrinking by the hour. It was abundantly clear that someone was determined to harm her, possibly kill her. Witnesses, who could have given a clue of her whereabouts, had systematically been eliminated. They knew she was hurt and had possibly suffered a head injury, according to the boot boy’s tale.

No, Wentworth mused, the answer to this riddle lay not within action but within reflection.

What were the motives that were invoked when a person became a target to some other devious and criminal mind? One of them could be money; many a person had been murdered in order to gain an inheritance or to steel valuables. Anne was poor; her father had squandered away his income from Kellynch. She had received a small bequest after her mother’s death but that was but a minor allowance.

Another motive could be revenge over an insult or some other deed that incited a bad person’s rage.

Again, Anne had done nothing wrong in her whole life; she was the finest of souls with a kindness to everyone she met. Always had she put herself aside for the good of others, even if those others had bad intentions towards her.

Sighing deeply because he saw no solution to his trouble, Wentworth decided to go and talk with Harriet Smith, Anne’s best friend. If anyone knew his beloved even better than he did himself, it was Mrs. Smith, he thought.


“Mmm … so soft and round,” Elliot’s voice hummed. His hand cupped her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown and caused Anne to shiver in repulsion. He, however, mistook it for delight and grew bolder. His finger were fiddling with the buttons at her throat!

“Dear sir,” Anne managed to whisper, “what kind of girl would I be, should I succumb to your subtle seduction? Would you not despise me if I should allow you to take the most precious thing a woman can give? Her purity, her virginity, something she may only give to the man she loves on their wedding day?”

Elliot eyed her in a strange way, unbelief and suspicion in his gaze.

“So … you remember loving me?”

Anne gave a shrill peel of laughter.

“No … dear sir … I cannot lie to you about such a delicate matter, but I do recall a presence in my former life of a gentle and kind man, who loved me and respected me and wished to make me his wife.”

“That was me, Anne! Do you recall that evening some five days ago, at a concert, where you were unwell and went out to take some air? I followed you and declared my love to you; I proposed and you accepted. Your father and sister were overjoyed and we started making the preparations at once.”

His face was now alight with eager enthusiasm. He took her by the shoulders to lift her up and kiss her when he noticed only now that she was still tied op the bed.

“Ah!”, he grunted and began to loosen her bonds. Anne’s heart was beating frantically; she would be free!

Suddenly the door opened and Anne recognised Penelope Clay, standing there with deep hurt on her still pretty face, at seeing her lover with his hands all over Anne. Elliot turned his head to Penelope in exasperation.

“What is it, woman? Can you not see I do not wish to be disturbed?”

“I beg your pardon, William, but you have a visitor. Sir Walter and Miss Elizabeth are downstairs asking to be received by you.”


Elliot hastily stood and ushered Penelope out of the room. He threw a long look at Anne, as if debating what to do, then thought the better of it and left. However, he did not forget to turn the key in the lock.

Anne took a deep breath and gathered her strength. One of her hands was free!






ITV Encore Greenlights ‘The Frankenstein Chronicles’, Sean Bean To Star

Sean Bean is to face Frankenstein’s monster in a new ITV adaptation of Mary Shelley’s 1818 classic.

The Game of Thrones star will play Inspector John Marlott, a new character in what is being described as a “re-imagining of the Frankenstein myth”.

Set in 1827, the six-part drama follows the inspector as he investigates a mutilated body washed up on the Thames.

It will be the first original drama for ITV’s subscription channel ITV Encore since it launched earlier this year.

Shooting starts in Northern Ireland in January.

According to ITV and producers Rainmark Films, the drama opens with Bean’s character being recruited by Home Secretary Sir Robert Peel to apprehend a gang of opium smugglers.

But, as he waits to make an arrest, the inspector discovers the body of a dead child. On further examination of the corpse he is horrified to discover it’s not actually a child but rather a crude assembly of body parts arranged in a grotesque parody of a human form.

Over the course of six, hour-long episodes Marlott attempts to track down the killer.

“Marlott’s investigation takes him into the dark corners of Regency London,” said the series’ co-creator and director Benjamin Ross (Poppy Shakespeare, RKO281).

“He discovers an underworld of prostitution, drug smuggling, bodysnatching, and murder for profit. The rational evidence points first one-way and then another as he contemplates a frightening alternate scenario,” added Benjamin.

ITV has yet to confirm a transmission date for the series, but it is due in the same year as a new big screen adaptation of the horror story.

Victor Frankenstein will star James McAvoy as the eponymous doctor and Daniel Radcliffe as Igor, his hunchbacked lab assistant.

Date to be announced

One Night with the King 2006


 One Night with the King 2006
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Ancient (486-465BC)
 Historical, Biblical
 This biblical drama chronicles the legend of Hadassah, a beautiful Jewish orphan who rises to become Queen Esther of Persia and saves Persian Jews from genocide. By revealing her heritage to the king, Esther thwarts a plan to annihilate Jews.
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 Michael O. Sajbel
Writer / Screenplay:
 Stephan Blinn (screenplay)
Tommy Tenney & Mark Andrew Olsen (novel)
Major Cast:
 Tiffany Dupont,
John Rhys-Davies,
Luke Goss,
Film Locations:
 Dallas, Texas, USA
Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India
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Luke Goss as Xerxes


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Tiffany Dupont as Esther



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Daniel Deronda 2002

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Daniel Deronda 2002
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Victorian 1874
British TV mini
Based on George Eliot’s novel about a love triangle gone awry, Daniel Deronda originally aired on television as part of the award-winning Masterpiece Theatre series. The illegitimate son of a wealthy British aristocrat, Daniel harbors a secretive past and a ready supply of cash. When he meets Gwendolyn, a beautiful woman in desperate need of money, things get complicated, as he’s already involved in a passionate relationship with a Jewish singer.

Tom Hopper
Writer / Screenplay:
Andrew Davis / George Eliot
Major Cast:
Hugh Dancy, Romola Garai, Hugh Bonneville, Barbara Hershey, Greta Scacchi, Amanda Root,
Film Locations:
  • Avington Park, Winchester, Hampshire, England, UK
    (Quentcham Hall)
  • Chilworth Manor, Chilworth, Guildford, Surrey, England, UK
  • Edinburgh, Scotland, UK
    (Jewish market scenes)
  • Forde Abbey, Chard, Somerset, England, UK
    (The Abbey)
  • Goldsmith’s Hall, London, England, UK
    (casino interiors)
  • Greys Court, Henley-on-Thames, Oxfordshire, England, UK
    (Lydia Glasher’s home)
  • Henley-on-Thames, Oxfordshire, England, UK
    (horseback riding and hunt scenes)
  • Isleworth, Middlesex, England, UK
  • London, England, UK
  • Malta
  • Somerset, England, UK
  • Surrey, England, UK
  • Syon House, Syon Park, Brentford, Middlesex, England, UK
    (Henleigh Grandcourt’s estate interiors)
  • Waddesdon Manor, Waddesdon, Buckinghamshire, England, UK
    (casino exteriors)
  • West Wycombe Park, West Wycombe, Buckinghamshire, England, UK
    (Henleigh Grandcourt’s estate)
  • Wrotham Park, Barnet, Hertfordshire, England, UK
    (Ryelands’ estate exteriors)
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Firelight 1997




Firelight 1997

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Victorian 1838
In 1838, lovely governess Elisabeth agrees to bear a child of anonymous English landowner, and he will in return pay her father’s debt. At birth she, as agreed, gives up the child. Seven years later she is hired as governess to a girl on a remote Sussex estate. The father of the girl, Charles Godwin, turns out to be that anonymous landowner. So Elisabeth has to be her own daughter’s governess, and she can’t reveal the secret of her tie with little Louisa.

William Nicholson
Writer / Screenplay:
William Nicholson
Major Cast:
Sophie Marceau, Stephen Dillane, Dominique Belcourt
Film Locations:
Calvados, France Firle Place, West Firle, East Sussex, England, UK Pinewood Studios, Iver Heath, Buckinghamshire, England, UK (studio interiors)



The Magical Letter – Part Eight



Eight – Coaxing


When the door to her prison opened again, the young woman on the bed immediately spoke.

“I have an urgent need to relieve myself. I demand that you grant me the basic bodily needs!”

“My, my! How much better you must feel, dear Anne!” It was the gentleman’s deep voice.

Anne … was that her name?  She had no recollection of hearing it ever before.

“Who are you? Why do you keep me here?”

Silence. An intake of breath.

“My dear Anne, I am afraid I cannot tell you that.”

“Sir …” She made her voice humble and pleading.

“Sir, I have no memory. Your name would be unfamiliar to me. I cannot do you any harm in my present state. Please, I beg of you, will you not remove the blindfold? It is very stifling.”

Elliot was experiencing the greatest satisfaction, looking down on the pitiful form of his cousin, dressed in a coarse nightgown, dishevelled and unwashed. Ha, not so fine a lady anymore now! His plan was going as smooth as could be.

“No, my dear, I am afraid it cannot be done. I will send the servant with a basin to allow you to relieve yourself.”

“But … why?”, she cried in despair. “What have I done to you that you treat me thus?”

He laughed a bit, a sneering, mocking little sound.

“Time is not yet right to tell you that, my dear. Be patient.”


After the servant had retired again, the girl named “Anne” fell asleep. It was a fitful, scary sleep, full of disturbing dreams. One image kept popping up throughout it.

Bathed in a haze of purplish light, vague but clear enough, a face appeared.

The girl named “Anne” was sure she must know that face from her former, now lost life.

A man with such gentle a face, with handsome features and a sweet smile in his clear, blue eyes. Fair locks adorned his head, spilling over small, neat ears, ending in pretty sideburns which led to his strong jaws. His nose was straight and not too large, his mouth generous, his teeth small and white.

A gentleman … who must be of the uttermost importance to her … of that she was suddenly very certain. What was his name? Her memory was fighting to conjure it up but it failed. Sobs, tears, misery … she awoke, drenched in tears.

Dazed she lay catching her breath for some moments and then, she made a vow to herself. No more weeping, no more worrying. She would try and turn the situation in her favour.

The man who kept her here, was the one to be tricked into believing that she would co-operate with him. She must goad him into letting his guard down and then she might be able to escape this house. What she would do next, she could not even begin to fathom but she must first achieve in running from this terrible place.

The image of the gentleman came into her memory again, and she found herself being encouraged by it. She must escape and find this gentleman, of that she was very, very sure.


Wentworth, in the mean time, was getting desperate!

The boot boy had told him everything he knew, the last thing was that he had seen Anne being carried inside a cab by some man and that the vehicle drove off in the direction of Henrietta Park.

Wentworth, helped by Constable Jeffries and his men, had then gone in search of this cabdriver. They had found him, with a bullet through the head on the outskirts of Bath, his cab and horse turned up wandering over the road leading southwards to the villages of Radstock and Shepton Mallet.

One thing became very clear to the investigators; someone was determined to prevent witnesses from speaking. There was the cab driver and the homeless beggar and also, the doctor, whose body was found floating in the Avon river, a bullet in the head. The three bullets proved to be identical and it seemed obvious they had been fired from the same weapon.

New hope had begun to dawn upon Wentworth when the police found out that the doctor, Samuel Widdicombe, had a vast clientele among the rich. Was it possible that Anne’s abductor was to be searched for under the Bath Society members?


When finally the cloth was removed from her eyes, the girl named “Anne” blinked frantically against the assault of light. It took a few moments before she was able to see again, and then she contemplated the tall, handsome man who stood next to the bed. He had brown hair, slightly curling. A large beacon of a nose and very sensual lips, no doubt very adept in kissing a woman. But … his eyes, light brown, had something devious in them, something that gave her a deep feeling of uneasiness. They were not smiling along with his handsome mouth …



It was also not the gentleman whose face had appeared in her dreams and disappointment seared through her. Yet, she gave him a little smile before she said, “So, we meet at last, sir.”

He grinned a bit sourly and replied, “Oh, we have met before, Anne, considering the fact that we are engaged to be married.”

Making a great effort not to show too much distress at this discomforting statement, she looked at him in mild surprise.

“We are? How is it, then, that I do not recall you? Did … did we not love each other? Was our marriage an arranged one?”

“We love each other very much, my dear Anne. It pains me that you have no memory of that.”

The girl named “Anne” immediately knew he was lying.

She did, indeed, not remember her supposed love for this man but she did – and very succinctly – remember her love for the gentleman of her dreams. That was the man she loved the most. That was her eternal, undying love.

Guard your thoughts, she whispered to herself, do not let this man see what you have just remembered!

“I am extremely sorry to cause you pain, sir, but please, keep it in mind that I have amnesia. It is not my intention to hurt you. Will you not give me your name? Maybe that will shake my memory?”

“No,” he replied and suddenly sat next to her on the bed.

“No, I will not tell you my name. When your memory returns, you will remember it along with your love for me.”

Without warning he clasped the back of her head with one gloved hand, brought her face next to his and passionately kissed her!


Northmen : A Viking Saga – Theaters March 2015

Northmen - A Viking Saga (2014)


A crew of Viking raiders, under the command of their young leader, Asbjörn, are caught in a vicious storm; their longboat is dashed to pieces on the coast of Alba (Today: Scotland, UK). Trapped deep within enemy territory, in a land totally unknown to them, the shipwrecked mens’ only chance of survival is to reach the safety of the Viking stronghold Danelagh.

With only the help of a friendly monk, who preaches with his sword, they cut a bloody swath through anyone who gets in their way. But the journey becomes a race for their lives when the King of Alba sends his most feared mercenaries after them. Traversing an unfamiliar and hostile land, they are pursued relentlessly. However, the hunters become the hunted when the Northmen, eager for battle, set deadly traps and mercilessly decimate their pursuers one by one