As a professional pianist, it is only in music that Evelyn Bell allows herself to let go of reality. After the loss of her parents, Evey struggles with obsessive-compulsive disorder and remains fixated on an echo of the past—until her life is turned upside down once more. Trapped within a vision, she locks eyes with a mysterious young man. Without answers, time literally stops around her.

Ailis is a woman of the Celts, the daughter of a chief. She must protect her people from invaders. When she loses her brother it is only the beginning. With help from other clans, she tries to keep her father’s alliance alive long enough to save them all. Will Ailis be able to protect her people against all odds?

Evey and Ailis will fight for their freedom and embark on a journey through memories and strife where they must learn to embrace their true destiny.

A Bell Sound Everlasting is created by J.Z.N. McCauley, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

A Bell Sound Everlasting

The morning was painful. Most couldn’t sleep in the wake of the rattling attack the night before. Though her father was injured, after being bandaged up, he brought her out for their usual practice routine. The routine usually shared with Domhnall.


The grass dew was crisp and cold against her feet and ankles. Instead of the rejuvenating surge and the rush of a heartbeat as she played war with him, she felt shocked from the cold and pulled back as though it had bitten her. Salty tears burned her eyes and stung her cheeks as they drained down. She felt like nothing in the world would be okay again. Nothing.


The chief beckoned her near with his sword. Ailis' shoulders quivered as she tried to swallow back her sorrow. The song of swords sliding against each other resonated off them. It stopped abruptly when he thrust his sword down, knocking the other half of the singing duet from Ailis' grasp. In one instant more, he jerked his movement to shove her harshly to the ground.


Normally, Ailis would jump up with endless energy and laugh in jest at his attack, but gone were those days for Ailis. Instead, she sat, limp and beaten on the ground, looking down at it.


"Ye have to stand up!" he shouted from above her. "Ye have to be strong, Ailis!"


"I can't, Father! I just can't!" She sobbed, slapping her face into both her hands.


Father stood for half a minute in silence, hovering before he squatted hesitantly. He winced from the pain on his side before plopping down in front of her to wrap his arms around her head.


Rocking back and forth, father and daughter mourned.


Finally, after some time had passed, he released her from him, and she raised her wet face as he peered into her eyes. His eyes weren't holding the displaced anger anymore; only gentleness radiated out from them. "Ye still have me," he said.


Ailis realized in her grief that she had been selfish. She had indeed lost a brother, one of her family, but Domhnall hadn't only been her loss. She reached out both arms, and her father fell into them.


Ailis, Part 3