published by Dell BooksTHE PRISONER
It was on a dying August day that lovely
Hilary Blair first saw the Claymore man-
sion, 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 Claymores waited, their faces in flick-
ering 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...
I don't have anything to say about this that the back cover text doesn't say for itself.