About This Book
Her father's will had a strange clause: to claim his wealth she must become High Priestess of a mysterious, mystic cult.
A tall, cadaverous man in a golden robe met her at the airport. His head was shaved, and from his ears golden hoops gleamed. "You are Nora Lee?" he asked. His bearded face smiled in welcome, but his black eyes did not...
When they arrived at the Temple, Nora met more of her father's strange followers-and she questioned each of them. She must learn the truth; she must know who and what her father had been. Soon she would see for herself... For in the meeting room where purple veils draped the alter, her father's ghost hovered.
A tall, cadaverous man in a golden robe met her at the airport. His head was shaved, and from his ears golden hoops gleamed. "You are Nora Lee?" he asked. His bearded face smiled in welcome, but his black eyes did not...
When they arrived at the Temple, Nora met more of her father's strange followers-and she questioned each of them. She must learn the truth; she must know who and what her father had been. Soon she would see for herself... For in the meeting room where purple veils draped the alter, her father's ghost hovered.