Selyna Malinky
Isobelle Swanson is making her usual train journey into London one crisp morning, when she meets Evelyn Hertford, a specialist architect as beautifully striking as the converted water tower in which she lives.
This is a story about two women who fall very much in love and how they deal with their relationship and the impending wedding of Isobelle’s sister, Fiona. A forthright Evelyn tells of her tortured past, for she is the subject of a vitriolic stalker whose malignant presence haunts the two young women through the course of the book.
With the increasingly threatening behaviour of the stalker juxtaposed with the fevered imminence of the wedding, the conclusion aims to hold the reader spellbound to the end.
Selyna was born in 1956 in RAF Abingdon, Oxfordshire. The family then moved to Nigeria and Bahrain, before settling in the United Arab Emirates. Most of Selyna''s childhood was spent either there or at boarding school in Wales.
Selyna later became a management accountant with a major North American bank. It was during this time that she met her partner and moved with her into the northern suburbs of London, where they live happily with their two children.
She has written a specialist aircraft book, as well as a few poems published in anthologies. Deep Within The Morning Glory Blue is her first foray into the realms of the novel.
Her ambition is to become a middle-aged full time writer.
They walked across a gently sloping field towards a nearby wood, their breath forming vapours in the crisp afternoon air. As they had left the tower, Isobelle had linked arms with Evelyn, pulling her close so that the heat from their bodies gave succour to one another.
“I wish that I had been your friend then,” declared Isobelle, her mind cast back to Evelyn’s cruel days at university. “I don’t suppose I could have helped much, but I would have been a good friend to lean on. Did it help to tell me about it?”
“Yes, it did help. I wish I had known you before too. I think you would have been an excellent antidote to the pain I experienced” she replied forlornly, griping Isobelle’s arm tighter as if to accentuate that belief. It was odd how things turned out, thought Isobelle, for she had from the beginning regarded Evelyn as so self assured and confident, herself being the gangly, uncertain one of the two. Yet, here Evelyn was, wearing her apprehension like a shy new girl on the first day of school. In an outlandish sort of way it gave Isobelle heart, for now she knew that she could give something positive to their friendship. She had been worried that she might be out of Evelyn’s league, but she could see that her strength and her support would be as valuable to Evelyn as the tower, the Land Cruiser and any other financial trappings in which she had wrapped herself.
