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The Halls of Evil
Anne Gordon had been married to Raymond Stuart a few short hours when vague suspicions began to gnaw at her. Raymond was handsome, genial, gregarious; he had entered her New York office and swept her off her feet. Then they were off to Morlith and his ancestral home, Shrewsbury Hall...
Yet why? Anne was young, inexperienced. Raymond didn't seem to want her as a woman. Why had her married her--knowing as he must have known, that her serious questions had to torment him?
Then she was a bride alone at Shrewsbury Hall reading a strange diary and gazing at a shocking portrait. There the terrifying answers lay--in the ancient deed of a bizarre cult and in the cold silence of Morlith people she could not trust. The portrait was of a long-dead girl who had succumbed to evil. Could Anne ward off the cult's enduring power--or would she join her in the tomb? What could she do?
Anne Gordon had been married to Raymond Stuart a few short hours when vague suspicions began to gnaw at her. Raymond was handsome, genial, gregarious; he had entered her New York office and swept her off her feet. Then they were off to Morlith and his ancestral home, Shrewsbury Hall...
Yet why? Anne was young, inexperienced. Raymond didn't seem to want her as a woman. Why had her married her--knowing as he must have known, that her serious questions had to torment him?
Then she was a bride alone at Shrewsbury Hall reading a strange diary and gazing at a shocking portrait. There the terrifying answers lay--in the ancient deed of a bizarre cult and in the cold silence of Morlith people she could not trust. The portrait was of a long-dead girl who had succumbed to evil. Could Anne ward off the cult's enduring power--or would she join her in the tomb? What could she do?