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Had she inherited her mother's power to predict-but not prevent-disaster? Was this a dream, delirium -- or a dire forecast of death? She saw herself dressed as a shepherdess, her flaxen hair piled high, waiting to meet a secret admirer. She stood at the foot of a staircase where two fountains splashed in the quiet of the night. Suddenly, from the garden's looming topiary shapes, a silken cord ringed her throat with death. The vision was so vivid, so real! And it lingered after her fever left her. Then, one day, she rode down a winding road and saw the formal garden spread out before her, and the nightmare began to come true... | Had she inherited her mother's power to predict-but not prevent-disaster? Was this a dream, delirium -- or a dire forecast of death? She saw herself dressed as a shepherdess, her flaxen hair piled high, waiting to meet a secret admirer. She stood at the foot of a staircase where two fountains splashed in the quiet of the night. Suddenly, from the garden's looming topiary shapes, a silken cord ringed her throat with death. The vision was so vivid, so real! And it lingered after her fever left her. Then, one day, she rode down a winding road and saw the formal garden spread out before her, and the nightmare began to come true... |
Latest revision as of 19:35, 23 September 2007
- Author: Dorothy Daniels
- Publisher: Warner
- Year:1974
Had she inherited her mother's power to predict-but not prevent-disaster? Was this a dream, delirium -- or a dire forecast of death? She saw herself dressed as a shepherdess, her flaxen hair piled high, waiting to meet a secret admirer. She stood at the foot of a staircase where two fountains splashed in the quiet of the night. Suddenly, from the garden's looming topiary shapes, a silken cord ringed her throat with death. The vision was so vivid, so real! And it lingered after her fever left her. Then, one day, she rode down a winding road and saw the formal garden spread out before her, and the nightmare began to come true...