The Cold House

In a world that has cured itself of love, feeling is a sickness - and kindness is how they take it from you.Elara has never once been undone by an emotion. No one she knows has. For generations, the capacity to love, to grieve, to ache for another person has been quietly bred and treated out of humanity - gently, reasonably, for everyone's own good. What little feeling remains is an illness, and the people who still carry it are not punished. They are noticed. They are cared for. And, one by one, they are made easier.When her father dies and leaves her his cold, orderly house, Elara expects to settle his affairs and feel nothing - the way she has felt nothing her whole life. But beneath the house is a room he never allowed her to enter. A warm room, hidden from a world gone cold: walls of photographs of people touching, hundreds of letters from strangers, and a recording in her father's voice.And slowly, terribly, against everything she was raised to be, Elara begins to wake.What she finds in that room will cost her more than she can imagine - because in this watchful, well-meaning world, there is no escape from care, and no safe place for the ones who still feel. There is only the warmth itself, and the people who hold it in secret, for as long as they are allowed.The Cold House is a spare, haunting novella about grief, awakening, and the most dangerous thing a person can still do in a world that has forgotten how: love.

Pagina's: 114, Paperback, Independently published