Redfield Lighthouse Novels & Stories

She could make out a red and white lighthouse through the fog. Kaida studied the map again. The Meath Hotel, a park, and a public beach were within walking distance of the decks. Also a library, police station, the firehouse, post office, and courthouse. Nearly the entire length of the southern strip was private homes and subdivisions. The central and northern parts were shops and restaurants with a few offices intermingled. But the eastern tip of the island? Breathtaking. On one side of the bluffs was the Meath mansion, on the other the Galloway house, with a forest in between. As the highest point on the thirty-five square mile island, the area was the most private and, no doubt, had the b

A picture of the lighthouse from Katherine's dreams was now on the screen, and beside it was the history of it. This historic lighthouse was built in 1918 to help freighter ships reach the port town of Merytonburg safely. It is located on an island three miles from the Merytonbug Dock, and has been out of use since the late 1940's due to numerous mysterious accidents occurring on the island. The lighthouse is supposedly haunted by one of the lighthouse keepers, Ray Stalls-" Katherine's heart stopped as she read the name. Ray Stalls? But how...?

“Then, by all means, Laura, do tell.” He leans back against the stone wall but keeps my hand trapped in his. “Do you know what’s the purpose of a lighthouse?” I ask, staring into his eyes. Paul nods. “It’s emitting a light beacon to guide ships through the dark or during stormy weather. This way, the crew can get to the safety of the shore without getting lost or shipwrecked.” “Indeed,” I say, peering at the waves. “But what if the ship is too far away to see the light? What then? Does it sink into the depths of the sea? Or will the crew save the day by sheer luck?”

Report: Park Just off the coast of Nova Scotia. Canada. The remains of an Alliance base. Former designation: "The Firmament" Six hours later... Powerful halogen floodlights scanned the ocean surface, making the water shine. The blinding glow traced along the sides of the tower, across the film of oil and over floating debris. The fires that had consumed the Firmament were almost gone, leaving charred metal and burning oil in their wake. The flames provided little to see by-even the moon was hidden by clouds, so the searchlight was necessary.

Mary Redferne Walking down the aisle at The Fearrington Inn felt like stepping into a fairytale. The venue, adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant flowers, exuded an intimate charm that warmed my heart. Joseph stood at the end of the aisle, his eyes sparkling with emotion as he watched me approach.

The channel became less perilous after Captain Frazer planned to build the lighthouse at the point chosen by Scottish Light House Engineer who happened to be the uncle of famous author Robert Louis Stevenson. Also, Cecil was excited so that he closed the book he was reading. His excitement became more intense when he beheld the golden spire from the starboard of the ship he was in. He knew that in a few hours, he would be arriving in Rangoon. He saw other passengers standing very near to the rail, looking ahead of them.

It was most likely the small house Crystal had talked about, which was used for incoming night ships harbouring visitors. According to her, there had been one too many stories about boats crashing there before Zach bought out the island. It was due to the amount of spiky, jagged rocks as well as the lack of suitable light in the area, so the first thing she did was to build a mini light house there. "Because I like you, Elizabeth," Cole whispered and turned my head to face him as he walked closer to me and invaded my thoughts. "More than just a secretary. So much more."

Krista asked. "Other than the road and the view, only the east end lighthouse at Spot Bay," Enoch replied. "It's about 15 minutes or so from here and then there's a walk of just over half a mile along a footpath to the lighthouse. It's a nice view at the top of the bluff." "We've been to Spot Bay," Susan said. "That sounds perfect. By the time we get there, I'll be able to walk, then I can walk off some of this food."

“Almost there. Almost out.” Half an hour later, the sea air hit them. They emerged onto a deserted stretch of beach just outside the Menton port area. Sand clung to their wet clothes, wind whipped against their skin, and the scent of salt and diesel filled their lungs like a baptism. The Red Lighthouse—Le Phare Rouge—stood tall and stoic, its red-and-white tower cutting a line into the night, a beacon and a promise in equal measure. Ethan leaned heavily on Luca, blood and exhaustion painting a grim testament across his pale, damp face. He checked his watch, fingers trembling. “We’re cutting it close. Less than four hours until the Ithaca is scheduled to anchor. We need to be on that dock.”