The Spectral Bride by Margaret Campbell published by Signet Books Copyright 1975
Terror or Romance, Legend or Love?
Was lovely Adelaide Fenton a simple country girl, or was she the pale shadow of another maiden who had met violent death many years before? Was handsome James Daintry, the last Earl of the Seagroves, a fanciful young man, or the final victim of a legendary specter which had taken its toll in madness and sorrow? Was it the power of love which drew them together, or were they caught in a darker pattern - cursed for a crime they did not commit, reliving a tale they scarcely knew?
Adelaide's family warned her not to look beyond her station. James'sadvisors tried to keep him from their secret trysts. But fate beckoned them on, down a pathway from which no once could turn them, on a journey which must lead them to happiness or death ...
Okay, so is this cover supposed to lead us to believe that these "trysts" between Adelaide and James take place in a cemetery? And not just any normal run-of-the-mill cemetery either but a long forgotten, tall-grass, crumbling tombstone, condemned "where's the roof" abandoned church, kind of cemetery?
I mean, stealing a few hours with a forbidden lover could be great, but not if you spend those few hours checking each other's hair for ticks. I feel certain if they don't have ticks they are at least assaulted by chiggers.
I just don't think that shaw is going to give Adelaide the protection she needs in that environment but I'm not sure what would. Maybe one of those suits that people who keep bees have. Or at the very least she needs to be carrying a fly-swatter. Maybe it could be hanging elegantly from her wrist tied with a little satin ribbon.
Several years ago I had the good fortune of stumbling across a collection of 60's and 70's Gothic romance novels at a garage sale. The uses of the term "good fortune" has nothing whatsoever to do with the quality of the novels themselves. In fact, they were all equally terrible. But it was my "good fortune" to learn of a previously unknown art form. The art of women running from houses.
Gracing the cover of each book was an interpretation, some better than others, of this same subject matter. On their back covers each described roughly the same story. How completely wonderful!
Since then I have managed to obtain hundreds of these books and while I may never have time to read all of them, I am making it my mission to share their glory with the world.
I am a great fan of comics, View-Masters, magazine and book cover illustrations from the 50's, 60's and 70's, as well as old horror films. So that I don't drive my husband too crazy (or distract him too long from his own obsessions) I have chosen to obsess to strangers.