She was herself, she was another, she was THE BRIDE OF ALDERBURN Katherine Beaton stood at the edge of the sea-swept cliff and looked back at the outline of the solitary castle silhouetted against the silvering moonlight. Was this the Tower foresh...
Evelynne Mitchell thought herself far too sensible, far too much a woman of the new century, to be panicked by tales and rumors, yet why was Sir Gregory's wife never mentioned, and what horror lurked in the dark-shadowed glades of Hungry Wood?...