Currer Bell Novels & Stories

I leaned my shoulder against the crumbling stone parapet, my teeth clicking together from a deep, internal shivering that no amount of wool could cure. The great bell was choked with thick jackets of green corrosion and decades of dried bird droppings, its heavy iron clapper bound tightly with rusted chain-links. Yet, the air inside the stone enclosure was vibrating so violently that the dust on the floor was dancing in perfect, concentric circles. "My ears are ringing with grease," I said, spitting a mouthful of thick, metallic saliva onto the stone tiles. Aurel struck the rim of the dead bell with a small iron tuning fork, producing nothing but a short, flat thud that died instantly. "The

He would not take risks to ruin his reputation. “Come this way, Miss Iris” Berta called out and Iris walked over to meet her by the bed. Berta pointed to a pointed end that was attached to the head of the bed. “This switch here is a bell and when you press it, Loren or any other maid around will come to you. There are multiple bells around the house similar to this so if you need something and no one is in sight, you can press this and someone will come to your aid”

“It didn’t feel like just a dream. It was so real.” The rest of the night, Monera shared her daughter’s bed. She comforted her, stroked her gently until she caught some sleep again. Only then did Monera go back to sleep. Before the sky had cleared well, the sound of bells rang sharply through the quarters, loud enough for all the slaves to hear. This kind of bells were only rung when there was an important or emergency communication that needed to be passed to the slaves. Most of the times, it was not good news. But one could never predict what was to be announced.

The old woman laughed softly. "I spent most of my life hoping it was." That wasn't encouraging. Evelyn stepped closer to the bell. "What exactly is this thing?" Elara's gaze shifted toward the black surface. For the first time, genuine respect appeared in her eyes. "It remembers." The answer immediately irritated Evelyn. "Everything down here remembers." "Not like this." The old woman slowly approached the bell. Her fingers stopped just short of touching it. "The Last Bell was forged before the First Kingdom reached its height. It wasn't built to warn people."

This has the effect of increasing the clock speed by 2/5 of a second in a 24 hour period. The other two weights are responsible for ringing the bells that mark the quarter hours, these bells are seven different which sound together giving a harmonious tune, each one is made of a different magic metal being these, Cold Iron, Mithral, Adamantite, Uru, Celestial Bronze, Meteoric Steel and Marine Silver, on the other hand, the last bell made of 15 tons of Orichalcum is the only one that is touched every hour, marking the end and the beginning of an hour.

“Dong. Dong. Dong. It’s doing my head in.” Sally raised her face upward, a slight frown on her features. She lowered her head and looked at Claire as if she were seeing her for the first time. “I can’t hear anything, hon. I hate to tell you this, but the realtor said the bell hasn’t worked for more than fifty years, maybe longer. It would have been a deal killer for Jeff. It’s missing the metal clapper that makes the noise. It can’t ring.”

CLANG. The sound of a massive gong rang out. It came from the clocktower, a large structure stationed in a courtyard near the center of the Estate, which I had never been to. This bell only rang twice within a day: once at lunchtime, and once half an hour before dinner, to signal it was time for all residents to rest and retire.