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DARK MIRRORS
From the first, there was something that disturbed Sara about the house, standing there square and solid and somehow implacable. She felt as though the house stood apart from her, and held her off.
And then there was the mirror collection. It was historic and fascinating. but the first time she caught a glimpse of Martin in one of the mirrors there was something wrong about his expression, something strange that sent a hot lick of terror through her. Strange...as if she didn't know him now, as if she had never known him.
It was ridiculous, of course. She loved Martin, and was going to marry him. But...she didn't know his oddly assorted family and associates, didn't know their motives, didn't know which she could trust and which she couldn't. And there was danger brewing...
From the first, there was something that disturbed Sara about the house, standing there square and solid and somehow implacable. She felt as though the house stood apart from her, and held her off.
And then there was the mirror collection. It was historic and fascinating. but the first time she caught a glimpse of Martin in one of the mirrors there was something wrong about his expression, something strange that sent a hot lick of terror through her. Strange...as if she didn't know him now, as if she had never known him.
It was ridiculous, of course. She loved Martin, and was going to marry him. But...she didn't know his oddly assorted family and associates, didn't know their motives, didn't know which she could trust and which she couldn't. And there was danger brewing...