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| − | The Prisoner! It was on a dying August day that lovely Hilary Blair first saw the Claymore mansion, high on a cliff above the pounding ocean, its twin towers jutting violently into a dimming sky. A maid led Hilary into the great dining room, with veiled, averted eyes. There the Claymore's waited, their faces in flickering candlelight, their eyes glittering with strange intensity as Hilary introduced herself. Outside night descended. But no night could rival the black void reaching out to claim this girl who had come as a guest | + | The Prisoner! It was on a dying August day that lovely Hilary Blair first saw the Claymore mansion, high on a cliff above the pounding ocean, its twin towers jutting violently into a dimming sky. A maid led Hilary into the great dining room, with veiled, averted eyes. There the Claymore's waited, their faces in flickering candlelight, their eyes glittering with strange intensity as Hilary introduced herself. Outside night descended. But no night could rival the black void reaching out to claim this girl who had come as a guest -- and now felt, cold against her skin, the tightening grip of evil... |
Latest revision as of 19:23, 26 September 2007
- Author: Mary Kay Simmons
- Publisher: Dell
- Year: 1970
The Prisoner! It was on a dying August day that lovely Hilary Blair first saw the Claymore mansion, high on a cliff above the pounding ocean, its twin towers jutting violently into a dimming sky. A maid led Hilary into the great dining room, with veiled, averted eyes. There the Claymore's waited, their faces in flickering candlelight, their eyes glittering with strange intensity as Hilary introduced herself. Outside night descended. But no night could rival the black void reaching out to claim this girl who had come as a guest -- and now felt, cold against her skin, the tightening grip of evil...
