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Dark Heights is a serial novel with music. It is free to read, with new chapters updated online monthly.
Dark Heights follows many characters in a complex, genre-hopping story that invokes the surreal melodrama of Twin Peaks and Donnie Darko while hitting hard with the magical horror of Clive Barker and Neil Gaiman. Every chapter is scored with original music from composer and performer Chris Miller. In fact, the music and the story are collaboratively created and inseparable--and don't worry, if the music interrupts your reading, it's supposed to. How you approach the fiction and the music is entirely up to you. Dark Heights was created and is written by C.D. Miller. |
Dark Heights is on hiatus until late 2018.
Maybe you've noticed there haven't been new chapters lately--I don't know, maybe you're sitting there all night at the laptop, unable to sleep, refreshing this page every few minutes hoping for a new chapter. I'd like to think you are. However, sadly, and due to some health issues completely beyond our control (one of them being the fact that our resident musical genius, composer and performer Chris Miller, broke both his arms in a bicycle accident), we have had to accept the fact that Dark Heights will be on hiatus for a while. For a few months, at the very least.
If you've finished Part One and you've been waiting for more, so sorry for this news. If you're new to this site--what took you so long! Come on in and get comfortable and prepare yourself for something extraordinary. And by all means, leave us a comment or send me an email. Let us know you're out there. Head over to our Patreon and take a look at some of the discussion there.
Until the next chapter... see ya... and be careful out there... don't trust your bike... it wants to throw you off... you know it does....
-- C.D. Miller
Maybe you've noticed there haven't been new chapters lately--I don't know, maybe you're sitting there all night at the laptop, unable to sleep, refreshing this page every few minutes hoping for a new chapter. I'd like to think you are. However, sadly, and due to some health issues completely beyond our control (one of them being the fact that our resident musical genius, composer and performer Chris Miller, broke both his arms in a bicycle accident), we have had to accept the fact that Dark Heights will be on hiatus for a while. For a few months, at the very least.
If you've finished Part One and you've been waiting for more, so sorry for this news. If you're new to this site--what took you so long! Come on in and get comfortable and prepare yourself for something extraordinary. And by all means, leave us a comment or send me an email. Let us know you're out there. Head over to our Patreon and take a look at some of the discussion there.
Until the next chapter... see ya... and be careful out there... don't trust your bike... it wants to throw you off... you know it does....
-- C.D. Miller
Linna Severand
Dark Heights is meant for Mature Audiences only. Please be advised of strong adult content throughout.
For the full Dark Heights experience put your phone down, open your laptop, slip on your expensive headphones or turn up your speakers. If you absolutely must read this on your phone or tablet, make sure you press Play on the Audio track for each Chapter before reading. The music is mandatory.
For the full Dark Heights experience put your phone down, open your laptop, slip on your expensive headphones or turn up your speakers. If you absolutely must read this on your phone or tablet, make sure you press Play on the Audio track for each Chapter before reading. The music is mandatory.
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Tess Bellamy
Portraits of Tess and Linna by Roosdy roosdy.deviantart.com patreon.com/roosdy07 instagram.com/roosdy07 |
"And it starts to rain hard again. As if I asked for it. A deluge. Soaking me down, washing the blood from my arms, from my face. I gather my hair and twist it tight and black water wrings out from it.
The rain is everything. I lift my hands up into it. Let it scour out all the parts of me that make up what’s wrong with me. Now. Back to yourself, Tess. You saw something at the gas station. What is it. There it is, yes, a pay phone. Go to the car. There are two quarters in the ashtray below the dashboard. Make a call. Call for help." --from Part One, Chapter 5 |