A music video filmed by acclaimed cinematographer Fraser Bradshaw, and featuring the suspenseful music of Russian artist, Andrew Oudet ,is the first documented music video based on scenes from a novel. The video was filmed at reknowed author Sam Keene's ranch in Sonoma and features Trapeze Arts performers in a suspenseful and sexy peek into the world of The House on Black Lake.
Chapter One
The Night of the Two Blue Moons
The two moons were tinged blue that night, a remarkable, but not unheard of event in the ancient port town of Tressaria. There was a hushed anticipation in the air, and only those with keen senses could hear the creatures take their shifts in the dark rotation. The usual sounds that emanated from the freak cages in the ‘The Chamber of Curiosities’ were curiously still. It felt like something terribly wonderful or wonderfully terrible was about to occur. The twin sapphire moons were a sign of supernatural intervention by many, and a reminder that the cosmos cannot be trusted to remain constant. Yet its beauty was undeniable.
A full season had passed since Darney Veska arrived at the carnival compound perched on a bastion overlooking the sea. The weather had turned cold and snowflakes began to fall outside his cage. He broke into a broad smile as he reached outside the bars to capture the delicate flakes, watched them melt into the warmth of his massive hand, and lifted fingers to lips to taste the fresh moisture. Mrs. Beedro, the carnival owner’s wife, had stitched a blanket from wild animal pelts to keep him warm during the cold months. He wore the skin as a cape by day and a coverlet at night. Darney had no other clothes, other than a pair of raw threaded trousers. His pet mouse, Kavas, had recently given birth, and the family snuggled beneath straw that covered the raw wood floor. The nest also served to camouflage his money safe. He had pried open a board, where he kept coins tossed by the carnival patrons that filed by his cage each day.
Darney gently reached beneath the nest, removed the plank, took his day’s wages from his pocket, and deposited them in the hollow spot. Kavas squealed as her nest was disrupted and the silence of the night was breached.
Darney heard the sound of a key chain rattling, and the lock to the cage penetrated. He turned to see the door swing open and a small figure cloaked in a scarlet hooded cape stepped inside. He backed into the corner - his heart pounding with terror. The strange being drew back the satin lined hood and he glimpsed a flash of sharp steel clenched in a tiny hand. A shrill scream broke the stillness as Darney lunged forward, stole the weapon, and grasped the intruder by its throat. He knew he could snap the slender neck, if he needed, as he had executed animals with gullets of nearly the same size.
“Please don’t hurt me. I beg of you,” he heard a young woman’s voice cry out, and sheets of silky dark blonde hair fell onto his chest as the hood fell away. He held her firmly, and pressed the razor to her neck.
“Who are you? And what do you want of me?” he demanded.
“You speak? When did you learn to talk like a human?” she responded, her voice clouded with fear.
“As a young child.” he replied, and tightened his grip.
“Then why have you never spoken?”
“It did not suit the job.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged as he tightened his grip.
“You did not answer my question. Who are you?” Darney asked, with coarse ruthlessness.
“I am Clare, the aerialist.”
The girl’s answer unnerved Darney. He had watched her pass daily and was fiercely drawn to the fragile young beauty. In fact, he had experienced the first pangs of a new emotion, jealousy, as he watched the men in the crowd turn to admire her small, but exquisitely toned physique. On the first day of his incarceration she had tossed her fair mane, then turned back to catch his gaze. He remembered she wore a pale green suit stitched tightly to her body. The only woman he had seen before that fateful day was his Mother, so Clare had left a powerful impression.
“Why are you here, how did you get the key to my cell, and why do you carry a razor?” Darney’s asked. His manner was gruff but his hand shook.
“Let me go and I will tell you. You hold the blade - I am no longer a threat to you,” she said, then began to weep.
“Move into the corner, so you can’t be seen by the other freaks,” he ordered as he released his hold.
Claire obeyed his gruff command and cautiously backed into the corner. Darney moved opposite her, holding the sharp blade at the hollow of her neck. They remained locked in the position, she weeping softly, while he observed her with intense curiosity. The two moons spied from above, like devious blue eyes, conspiring to set the stage for a darker struggle. Kavas and her brood huddled in anticipation, while Darney’s spider companion, Java, played with a mummified prey strung in a intricate web splayed across the ceiling.
“Are you an agent sent to exterminate me?” he asked.
“I would never kill. Please don’t think me so terrible.”
“Then what is your purpose? I have never seen a woman of the carnival carry a razor; although I have witnessed more than one enter a cage.
“I had a dream.”
“You dreamt of killing me?” he asked.
“I dreamed of shaving you.”
Darney’s eyes were reduced to slits as his mouth turned cruel and it appeared he might bury the knife in the girl's neck.
“I have an unbearable compulsion to see your face," she said, and looked deeply into Darney’s eyes. Beyond the pale façade that belied an unfathomable depth, Clare sought the bond she experienced the breathtaking first moment she saw him peering through the bars of his cage. He was an innocent then and his loneliness and fear were heartbreaking. A season of carnival cruelty had hardened him, but she still felt the sense of a kindred spirit and her desire for meaningful companionship had intensified her obsession.
“Each night, since the day I laid eyes on you, I have dreamed of breaking into your cage and shaving off your beard so that I could see your face. Tonight the urge became unbearable. I brought the miserable 'little man', Croque, a bottle of spirits, waited until he passed out, and stole his keys.”
“You came here to cut off my beard?”
“I did.”
“You are aware I am billed as ‘The Human Beast’, and it is my livelihood to appear as such?”
“I am.”
“Then why would you strip me of my work?” he asked, his resonant voice growing deep with indignation.
Claire was overcome by a fresh assault of tears. “I don’t know. I was terribly compelled, that’s all I can say. Then, tonight, it was utterly out of my control, impossible to stop, as if I was the catalyst of a chain of events that was pre-destined.”
“One more lie and I’ll slice your throat.”
“It’s true.”
“I won’t be tricked with words from a book,” he seethed.
“Since when do freaks read?”
“My mother brought them occasionally, when she dropped off my slop in the animal coop where I lived behind my parent’s house.”
“How do you remember the words?”
“There is no waste in my perceptions.”
“I was never taught,” she said with a tinge of shame shining through a determination to show no self pity.
“Then, how did you steal the words?”
“The woman I lodge with often reads to me when her husband is not in sight. It is my favorite story. I have memorized every line.”
“They don’t survive, you know.”
“But they do, she shared with me the forbidden version.”
Claire observed a glimmer of intrigue awaken in Darney’s luminous pale blue eyes. The mirrored reflection from the twin moons deepened the affect and made them even more mysteriously compelling than the first time she caught his gaze.
“I must see your face. It is a compulsion beyond control. If you are stripped of the facial hair it will lead the town’s people to believe the celestial powers blessed you on this rare night. It will feed their superstitions and they will accept you have been transformed by the gods into a magical being. And since you have no access to shaving equipment it will be considered a miracle.”
Claire’s obsessive desire intensified as she spoke, nearly unbearable, as she experienced the young giant as the most transparent, vulnerable human being she had ever met. She believed he could read her thoughts, feelings, and memories, leaving her naked, utterly exposed, and overtaken by a flood of wildly conflictive emotions.
And Darney, in turn, was mesmerized with Claire’s vivid green eyes, shaded in dark lashes, and the perfection of her small features, and quivering red stained lips.
“It was a silly idea. I’m sorry for the intrusion. Please forgive me. May I have your permission to leave? You can keep the razor. Likely, you will need it as a weapon in the future” she said.
"Do you refer to a particular individual?” he asked with renewed suspicion.
“The carnival is a vicious place; no one can be trusted.”
An excruciating pause ensued as Darney continued to observe the girl, while appearing to struggle with an intense internal conflict.
“May I have your permission to stand and leave?” She asked him, now in the throes of a paralyzing panic.
“No,” Darney replied firmly, and turned to look outside to determine if any of the freaks were peering through their bars, as they often did late into the night.
“In this dream of yours, how do you shave me?”
“I . . . crouch before you . . . and remove the hair section by section. I operate very slowly . . . so not to cut you. Have you . . . ever been shaved?” she asked, her voice choked by extreme desire and the fear of what he might do.
Claire’s words struck a nerve in Darney and sparked a spontaneous emotional reaction. He dropped his head, broke into tears, and began to sob like a heartbroken child. The intense display of emotion shocked Claire, but it also calmed her panic. A veil of serenity descended as she sat with him and allowed the lonely giant to relieve himself of the pent up feelings. She did not move or speak until he had fully recovered.
“Why does my question make you weep?
“I have never been touched and I have never seen my face,” he replied, and licked away hot tears as they caressed his lips.
His shame at the outburst was tempered by comfort in a heavy blanket of snow that had begun to fall, guarding the couple from the eyes of the outside world.
“Didn’t your mother touch you?” she asked tenderly.
“When I was little, I suppose, but I don’t remember.”
“Do you have a name?”
“Darney Veska.
“Lovely name,”
He appeared embarrassed and a slight smile tugged at the corner of his lip,
“Well Darney, we could change all that tonight, on the night of the two blue moons, and the first snow of the season. Tomorrow the carnival will be closed, with mounds of snow to shovel from the streets. I will wake Croque from his stupor and tell him there as been a miracle. Your facial hair has been stripped and you have learned to speak like a man. The townspeople are terribly superstitious. Once word gets out, you will be the highlight of the show. You may earn enough coins to retire and build your own home. Can you imagine how wonderful it would be to live like a normal person?”
Darney lowered his head and sheets of hair fell to cover his face, so she could not register his response. His lustrous dark hair, so different in texture from the coarseness of his beard, fell well below his waist. Clare was surprised it was not caked and matted like the other freaks. Her cheeks blushed as she imagined how it might feel to bury her face in the soft strands.
“May I approach you?” she asked timidly.
He struggled with his answer, but it was more a fight against the weight of relief than the desire to maintain his image as a subhuman. To relinquish power and place his life in the hands of a young woman with a razor took courage. But not as much bravery as was required to maintain poise as he watched humans pass his cage. The worst of the humiliation was not that they threw coins or taunted him. It was that they walked hand in hand, families, lovers, none alone. None alone, except for Darney and the perversities of nature that inhabited ‘The Chamber of Curiosities’ - the freak show staged in the shape of a human heart.
“Swear to me you come with good intentions and do not have plans to carry out a horrific deed,” he requested in a voice laced with solemn resignation.
“I do. And will offer a token of trust, a strand of my hair for you to take the first cut. You may keep it as a symbol of my friendship. I have been touched many times, Darney, but rarely with love, so don’t believe loneliness is always a bad thing. I will be the first to touch you and show you your face. It is an honor. I have a mirror in my purse and will offer a glimpse of your reflection when I am finished. May I kneel before you?”
His nod of acceptance was barely perceptible, but Clare now felt keenly in tune and imagined their heartbeats in synchronicity as their vaporous breaths met and melted into the cold air, then faded through the bars. She cautiously moved to kneel before him, still somewhat wary of his emotional volatility, and lifted a lock of her hair to offer for him to cut. He roughly sheered the lock, then secured it beneath his water bowl.
“Now, hand me the blade,” she said.
Darney’s hand shook nearly uncontrollably, but he did as instructed. “Do you have a cloth, Darney, to dip in water and soften the root as I cut?”
He drew his hair back and tied it into a knot, then tore a piece from the old clothes he wore on the day he was transported from his home on the farm in the small barred wagon. He dipped the rag into his water bowl and pressed it to his face. Her intoxicating smell enveloped him as she leaned forward, pressed the razor to his cheek, and began to cut away the mask that separated him from humanity.
The snow continued to fall heavily, and it was now impossible to see anything outside the cage. As the outer world evaporated in a white flurry, time seemed to slow, and Darney relaxed against his cell wall. He drew the animal skin pelt tighter as she moved closer and squeezed his eyes shut, lost in the sensuality of the moment, and gave himself over to her divine touch. He hoped she would not notice the affect she had on his body. He had matured in the company of animals, and believed the sexual act to be the same with a woman. Carnivals workers sometimes sneaked into the cages of the freaks, and he heard similar sounds late into the night. Darney understood the nature of ecstatic relief, but the feeling he experienced with this young woman was far more exquisite. He had no knowledge of finer forms of courtship but instinct told him she must be treated with care.
Claire was also deeply attracted to Darney. She had never felt attraction to a man before; a more common response was disgust and revulsion. She could not understand the infatuations of girls her age, but now understand the intoxication, a feeling both terrifying and delicious. She had seen him nearly naked in his cage the day he arrived, and was astonished by his appearance. No man in her land carried such an enormous frame. He was at least a foot taller than the tallest males in her country, heavily muscled, yet firm and lean, with long legs and arms, a small waist, and the clothed parts hinted at powerful male virility. But it was his hands she found most appealing. They were large, heavily veined, with long fingers, and carried the potential of both a brutal warrior and sensitive lover.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to cut you”, she said as her trembling hand cut into the flesh as he shifted his weight and his thigh brushed against hers, causing a trail of blood to ooze down his cheek.
“You don’t need to be gentle with me. I’m accustomed to bites and claw marks,” he replied
Claire dabbed away the blood, cut the last section, and wiped his face clean with water from his bowl. Darney kept his eyes shut, as he could not bear the anticipation of her reaction to his bare face. He felt her move dainty fingertips across the contours of his facial structure - eyelids, cheekbones, and lips.
“Dear God – it’s sacrilege – the most horrible imaginable," she utttered.
Darney was crestfallen at the sound of her intense disappointment. He had prayed his face was not that of a monster, at least equal to the most homely of those who peered in at him as they moved through the causeway.
“How bad is it?” Darney said, and lifted a hand to his soft cheek.
“Oh dear friend, it is very bad, indeed.”
“Worse than Croque?”
She laughed, then said warmly, “Dear God no, that would be impossible. Darney, I must inform you that you have been misled your entire life. You are not a human beast. In fact, you are the most ideally handsome man I have ever seen. How could they do this to you?”
Clare was astounded at the perfect symmetry, features so unlike those displayed by her countrymen. Large noses, protruding eyes and ears, pocked skin, and coarse, unruly, balding hair were the norm, as were crooked teeth and small appendages,
He opened his eyes and looked deeply into hers to ascertain whether her words held truth, or mere flattery meant to soften the blow. “But you agree I am not of normal size or stature? I am a freak of nature.”
“Your frame is unusually large and certainly unlike the frail men in our township, or even the fittest seamen from other lands I’ve seen dock at the port. But, you are perfectly proportioned, and your face is exquisite. Every feature is perfection. Even your teeth are straight and white, despite your deprivation. Perhaps if you lived in another land, you would have been a king. My dear friend, I will now show you your face. Prepare for a shock,” Claire said, and reached into her satin satchel to remove a small mirror. “Here Darney, take a look at yourself.”
Darney accepted the mirror, took a deep breath to calm his anticipation, and then lifted the reflective glass to peer into his face for the first time.
“What do you think?” Clare asked him.
“I cannot judge myself, but it is not as frightening as I imagined.” He said, while observing high cheek bones cradling a well formed nose, full lips, and deeply set pale blue eyes. There was a faint cleft in his strong chin, and the shadow of beard perfectly outlining a strong jaw. He observed no mars on his skin, other than the cut, and the skin color looked healthy, nearly radiant with the flush created by Claire’s presence.
“Cut cut off my hair.”
“Not yet, my dear friend,” Claire said with a warm smile. “I will simply braid and tie it, like the horses,” she said with sparkling eyes, then drew her tiny fingers through the silky strands while looking deeply into his eyes. “But first I desire to cut a piece to keep with me as a memory of this sacred night. I will weave it into a necklace and attach my favorite charm to it, the one that is said to hold magical powers, to protect against evil,” she said as she cut a length to the scalp, then wove it around her hand and placed it in her satchel.
“Darney, have you ever given your heart to a woman?” Clare asked.
“My heart?” he answered, bewildered by the phrase.
“Have you ever loved a woman?”
“I told you I have not felt the touch of a woman.”
“You confessed you had not been touched. I asked if you had loved. I suppose what I was requesting was that I be your first.”
“The first to have you?”
“No. Not the first to have me. But yes, the first to love to me. I have been touched and taken, but I have never been loved. Some men take when they have no right – only the power. It doesn’t mean you have given yourself. So, I consider myself pure, as you. I hope you do not view me as soiled. I have waited to give myself to a man I could trust. We are the same, my darling, doomed to loneliness. Yet, if we fight hard enough, perhaps we might forge a life of our own.” She looked deeply into his eyes and stroked the contour of his cheek. “I will give myself to you when you prove you can be trusted with my heart. That is what love is, complete trust in another.”
“The two moons are nearly spent, and so is our night together,” Darney replied with regret in his voice.
“This has been a most spectacular evening. We have forged a vow, never to be broken.” Claire leaned forward and afforded Darney with a tender first kiss. The virginal gesture drew a wildly erotic response from deep in his gut and he responded with hunger.
“No, dear, not yet,” she said, and drew away.
“In the morning you must stand at the bars and speak to whoever approaches. I will set the gossip in motion and tell everyone that on my way to trapeze practice I saw The Human Beast stand at the bars of his cage. His face was shaven, hair braided, and he spoke as a man. A miracle happened on the night of the two blue moons and the beast has been transformed into a God. The curse has been lifted. Now, let me braid your hair,” Clare said, and slipped behind him to draw up his hair and weave it tightly away from his face.
“You look lovely.” she said, and moved before him to take one last look at her handiwork. “I will be back soon,” she said with a delicious grin while drawing up her hood and moving to the door. “Remember,” she said turning back to him, “no matter what happens, you are a supreme being in this world or any other - more beautiful than the most acclaimed. I swear, it is true,” she said, then turned to depart.
Claire leapt through mounds of glimmering fresh snow to her small carriage, replaced the stolen keys without waking Croque, then returned home to tuck herself into bed before the landlady rose at dawn to prepare breakfast. As she placed her head on her pillow she looked out the window at the drifts climbing up the window panes and felt a rare peace as she saw a vision of her children playing in the winter’s first snow.
Darney drew himself into a fetal position, wrapped his fur tightly around him, and fell into a deep slumber, broken at times with startling dreams, both erotic and violent. The power of faith had awakened Darney’s unclaimed legacy. He was no longer a savage innocent held in abject servitude, bereft of either identity or hope for the future. A robust manly power now struggled to be born, and the desires it would awaken would wreak havoc as he fought to secure his right to love and freedom. Yet all the young giant knew was that he wished to hold Claire in his arms for eternity.
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PRESS RELEASE
An historic music video for contemporary gothic suspense, "The House on Black Lake" is scheduled for release late September, 2011.
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Aptly titled "Dangerous Shadows", the stylistic video depicts a dramatic scene from the novel. The video opens with a woman being chased through lush landscape as she seeks to escape hooded figures in preparation for what appears to be a pagan ritual, and climaxes with a stunning trapeze act. The piece was filmed by award winning cinematographer Frazer Bradshaw. An evocative orchestral composition with heavy percussion, by Russian filmmaker/music composer Andrew Oudet, lends tension, foreboding, emotional resonance, and effectively stands on its own as downloadable dance or background music.
The video was shot at renowned philosopher/author Sam Keen’s Sky Ranch in Sonoma. Trapeze rig featured is a permanent fixture on the property and home to Trapeze Pro, a prominent Bay Area circus skills school. Professional performers Marek Kaszuba, Tanya Hoover, Keith Hoover, Jake Minkoff, and John Arnst are featured in the flying sequences. In addition, unique, never before performed trapeze tricks, including "The Heroine’s Journey", were created as part of choreography by trapeze trapeze duo Hoover/Kaszuba for interpretation of the novel’s climactic scene.
Author/actress Anastasia Blackwell produced, directed, and performs in video. The ground breaking piece joins a trailer she created for her debut novel, as well as videos and teasers featuring original photography, sound design, and spoken word.
Time will tell if the unique idea will spread to indie authors and publishing houses and create a new genre of music and means of promotion for literature. The potential appears unlimited, with millions of books lining shelves of libraries and online catalogues worldwide, languidly waiting for an infusion of life.
"The House on Black Lake" has been adapted to screenplay and author is in negotiation for rights. To learn more about project and view other videos go to Home Page.
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In soon to be released music video "Dangerous Games", actor/trapeze artist, Keith Hoover plays both the terrifying head posse of the clan of black robes sent to sacrifice heroine Alexandra, and also her trapeze flying savior.
Tanya Henkle Hoover is stunt double/trapeze artist featured with him below, performing new flying tapeze trick "Heroine's Journey".
Photographs courtesy of Dave Miller Photography. Filmed at Sky Ranch in Sonoma, home of Trapeze Pro trapeze and circus arts instruciton.
Note: Photographs of the seductive new trapeze trick, "The Heroine's Journey" can be viewed at end of article. Cinematic trailer of novel may be viewed on Home Page. Photograph courtesy of David Miller Photography.
A dramatic new flying trapeze trick, "The Heroine's Journey", choreographed by Tanya Henkle-Hoover, and performed by Tanya, Keith Hoover, and Marek Kaszuba, of Trapeze Pro at author Sam Keen's Sky Ranch in Sonoma, has been created for a new music video. The sensuous trick is a representation of the heroine's experience at the climax of The House on Black Lake. It is a stunning trick, and the physical beauty of the performers adds much impact.
The trick has been likened to "The Piggyback", but it is decidedly different, not only in execution but also intent. "The Piggyback" flying trapeze trick looks pretty much like a piggyback looks on the ground. A flier takes the bar, while a second flier mounts him from the back, with legs crossed around his waist and arms around the neck. The first flier swings out and the piggyback flier is caught by the catcher. It is a dramatic trick, rarely done, and usually involves two men.
"The Heroine's Journey" is more physically complex and has emotional components. It can only be performed with a woman on the back of a man - as it is the heroine's journey. Directions for performing the trick:
Heroine is drawn by flier onto his back, her legs wrap around his hips and feet come together beneath his crotch, with toes pointed. One arm wraps beneath his pectoral, the other around his shoulder, and her hands meet at his heart. Flier takes off from board and Heroine releases her arms and flips under him, holding on with her legs until the last second, then straightens her legs as she is caught by catcher. The trick can end here, or for the more experienced a second part of the choreography is even more complex. They go into swing doubles, where Heroine moves into an angle, the flier goes into an uprise, and they touch hands. Heroine and catcher do a pike, wrap, and climb to a swinging drop, as the flier falls to net.
The trick can end here, or enter into an even more sophistacted act, combining the skills of flying and static trapeze performance. Heroine and catcher begin a sensuous static doubles routine representing the "Dangerous Game" (song title) of love. Details of the choreography for the doubles performance are not yet available. However, there are photographs taken as the static trapeze act was being filmed.
Trapezepro was host at Sky Ranch in Sonoma for "Dangerous Games" music video. Aerial artists Tanya Henkle-Hoover and Marek Kaszuba are featured in video.
Trapeze artists Tany Hoover and Marek Kaszuba of Trapeze Pro in Sonoma are in rehearsal for a music video based on a scene from the novel. The piece titled "Dangerous Games" will integrate an intoxicating new song and music by Peter Busboom along with special effects. Actor's will recreate scene culminating in trapeze act. The rare combination of static and flying trapeze is a sensuous interpretive movement piece that illuminates the dangerous game of love.
Trapeze artists Tanya Hoover and Marek Kaszuba, of Trapeze Pro In Sonoma, are in rehearsal for a combination static and flying trapeze act for a music video based on a scene from "The House on Black Lake". It is believed to be the first time the rare combo of static and flying trapeze is used in to recreate a scene from a novel for music video.
A new music video titled "Dangerous Games" with music composed by Peter Busboom is now in preproduction. It will feature trapeze artists recreating scene from book where Alexandra finds drawn into the allure of the magic glen, where her union with Ramey Sandeley evolves into a ruthless power struggle.
