About This Book
Dorrance House -- where seductive words of love were drowned in the ghostly music of terror...
WHAT FINGERS PRESSED DOWN ON THE KEYBOARD OF EVIL?
Lovely young Jocelyn Meredith came to Graycastle University on an assignment dear to her heart. She was to be the one to open the long-sealed vaults of the great composer Henry Dorrance, and give to the worlds this talented and tortured man's final artistic legacy.
But in the old Dorrance mansion, home of so many sinister secrets and so much tragic sorrow, Jocelyn discovered far more than the genius of a man long in his grave. Even as a passionately alive lover swept her off her feet, the grip of a past that would not die tightened around her -- and suddenly Jocelyn was being whirled toward a nightmare abyss as a symphony of horror mounted toward a soul shattering crescendo that drowned out every scream…
LAUGHTER IN THE GRAVE
From the first moment that Jocelyn entered the vast underground vault that contained the lost music and mysterious legacy of Henry Dorrance, she had not been able to suppress the chill trembling through her.
She tried to laugh at her fear. This was the 20th century, and the vault's safety was assured by the most up-to-date devices. She was a modern, level-headed young woman, not some sheltered creature prey to vague dreads and weird imaginings.
Now the memory of her laughter returned to mock Jocelyn as she pounded with painful fist on the door.
WHAT FINGERS PRESSED DOWN ON THE KEYBOARD OF EVIL?
Lovely young Jocelyn Meredith came to Graycastle University on an assignment dear to her heart. She was to be the one to open the long-sealed vaults of the great composer Henry Dorrance, and give to the worlds this talented and tortured man's final artistic legacy.
But in the old Dorrance mansion, home of so many sinister secrets and so much tragic sorrow, Jocelyn discovered far more than the genius of a man long in his grave. Even as a passionately alive lover swept her off her feet, the grip of a past that would not die tightened around her -- and suddenly Jocelyn was being whirled toward a nightmare abyss as a symphony of horror mounted toward a soul shattering crescendo that drowned out every scream…
LAUGHTER IN THE GRAVE
From the first moment that Jocelyn entered the vast underground vault that contained the lost music and mysterious legacy of Henry Dorrance, she had not been able to suppress the chill trembling through her.
She tried to laugh at her fear. This was the 20th century, and the vault's safety was assured by the most up-to-date devices. She was a modern, level-headed young woman, not some sheltered creature prey to vague dreads and weird imaginings.
Now the memory of her laughter returned to mock Jocelyn as she pounded with painful fist on the door.