The house seemed to beckon her. Welcome her. As if it knew her. The light had faded, and dark, bilious clouds had taken its place. In the three short weeks I'd spent in Cornwall, I'd learned two things: that the weather was not to be trusted, and that the wind never ceased to blow. Fair weather or foul, it whistled and murmured and moaned, like a living, breathing, tortured being. It had risen since it played innocently among the foxglove blooms earlier stirring the mists along the graveyard gate. Now it was angry, driving the black clouds inland from the sea. Waterfowl raced before it dotting the sky like a blizzard over the mighty house, and I'd scarcely pulled the car to a stop when the rain came. It was just as I remembered it from my drive-by earlier, like a creature of myth silhouetted against the storm-a huge, rambling, turreted structure of stone and timbers defying its existence in such a setting. Yet, aside from a wounded turret, a few missing boards, and a good deal of broken glass, Cragmoor approached the dawn of another century remarkably intact. I tried to imagine the house as it once must have been, ablaze with light and life, surrounded by manicured lawns and courtyards and lush, fragrant gardens. Now it rose from a tangled snarl of briar, thorn, and desolation. Row upon row of darkened windows, catching stray glints of the fading light, shuddered in the wind as the gale bore down upon it. The house was asleep, and I was about to wake it.
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"Thompson delivers on all levels"
Reviewed by Deborah Macgillivray
Posted July 2, 2008
Jean Maitland comes to England searching for answers. She
wants to know what happened to her ancestor, Jean Fowler
Chapin. The man with the answers wants the past to stay
buried, but Jean is determined. She has no idea the evil
that she will unleash when she enters the abandoned Read more...
Reviewed by Ruth Schaller
Posted December 21, 2008
In Dawn Thompson's Rape the Soul, we're following Jane
Maitland who is in the search for the truth within her
ancestry. But in order for her to do this -- she goes to the
Cragmoor Mansion, which is filled with more secrets than
she thought. She meets Marshall, who Read more...
"a truly Gothic mystery"
Reviewed by Nancy Eriksen
Posted December 29, 2008
Cragmoor held a fascination for anyone who saw it. From
the Chapins in 1863 to Jean Moorland in the 1990s. It was
not livable, had horrid plumbing, no electricity and on top
of that might just be cursed. Four generations of Marshalls
had owned it and the current Vicar Marshall Read more...