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Let the Crags Comb Out Her Dainty Hair — Jacqueline Marten
Seize her ... Send her bounding down the cliff ledges, let the crags comb out her dainty hair ...
How many times had Kynthia dreamed those terrifying words, seen herself in the grip of a faceless enemy, felt terror as she gazed at the endless drop below. But this was more than an ordinary nightmare.
From childhood, Kynthia had known she had that terrible gift -- the gift of future knowledge. And she knew she was destined to find herself on the cliff edges of her nightmare. But where, and when?
It was not until Kynthia met the handsome Halley brothers and saw Halley Hall for the first time that she began to guess. For she had seen Halley Hall before -- many years ago in Greece -- in her haunting nightmares.
How many times had Kynthia dreamed those terrifying words, seen herself in the grip of a faceless enemy, felt terror as she gazed at the endless drop below. But this was more than an ordinary nightmare.
From childhood, Kynthia had known she had that terrible gift -- the gift of future knowledge. And she knew she was destined to find herself on the cliff edges of her nightmare. But where, and when?
It was not until Kynthia met the handsome Halley brothers and saw Halley Hall for the first time that she began to guess. For she had seen Halley Hall before -- many years ago in Greece -- in her haunting nightmares.
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