tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26610169058621359182024-03-14T04:31:03.610-04:00Women Running from Housesa gothic novel reading listSpectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-47729942104250724912013-12-18T13:05:00.002-05:002013-12-18T13:05:56.540-05:00Jane-Emily<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"She's dead, I tell you!</span><br />
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Louisa wanted to believe her own words. But the presence of the little girl who had died twelve years before, the hateful, dark-eyed girl who always had her way, could still be felt in the Canfield mansion.<br />
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The globe in the garden glows mysteriously at night. Notes are left for the living. And young Jane, a nine-year-old orphan who had come to spend the summer with her and mother, is in touch with Emily. Emily wants her!<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Admittedly, this book has a lot going on for it, cover and story wise. Not surprisingly, this Robert McGinnis cover rocks. His woman tend to have unusually long slender fingers and a penchant for touching their faces. The eerie blue glow of the garden gazing ball really give our heroine a creepy bone white quality.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I should note here the my husband's grandmother has one of these gazing balls in her back garden but sadly it does not glow. But perhaps that if for the best as it would tempt me terribly to spend the bulk I my visit standing by it and caressing my face in mock terror.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Story wise, MY GOD! Hateful, dark-eyed dead children are like gothic novel kryptonite. Who wouldn't get weak in the knees? But where is my handsome and brooding Lord of the Manor? Perhaps he could be lonely, misunderstood and have a tendency for memory lapses. MMMM</span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-64871714088758793692013-08-07T23:34:00.001-04:002013-08-08T00:01:06.702-04:00The Master of Blue Mire and The Yellow Gold of Tiryns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Copyright 1971</span></span></div>
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When lovely young Livia Roy was sent by Captain Nicholas Brandon to the isolated manor of Blue Mire, she was warned that the two Brandon children might seem strange, their minds still affected by the mysterious violent death of their beautiful mother.<br />
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But nothing could have prepared Livia for the hate in her youthful charges' eyes - or the growing signs they were in league with the evil that seemed to haunt this accursed mansion where so many already had died. Could these angelic-looking children be spawns of Satan? And if they were, what kind of man then was their father, handsome and dashing Nicholas Brandon, who Livia so helplessly loved and desperately feared? ...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I am sure you will agree that this book description has all sorts of awesome going on with it. We have our heroine who is not only lovely, but young. - Who would have thought! - We also have her new employer and lord of the manor Captain Brandon - We will just drop the Nicholas so we can pretend a loose association with Jane Austen to hopefully help the WRFH genre gain a little residual respect. - and we have evil young children. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I for one have a handful of evil children at home and personally I go out of my way to avoid mentioning that they might seem strange or their questionable evil Satan pedigree when looking for a sitter but baby-sitting gigs were probably harder to snag back in the day.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">One last thought. Am I the only one who has the fact that Livia helplessly loves and desperately fears Captain Brandon setting off all kinds of warning bells? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I have also received this awesome cover from John in California. This cover for The Yellow Gold of Tiryns besides being very cool has the distinction of being one of the rare <i>Strange Dude On the Cover</i> covers that I have so few of. It also appears from my research, and PLEASE let me know if I this is incorrect, that the cover for this edition was actually illustrated by the book's author Helena Osborne. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">My thanks go out to John for sharing! </span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-82068546138028934242013-03-23T23:13:00.001-04:002013-03-23T23:32:28.874-04:00The Porterfield Legacy and Cook to Bang<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">by Casey Stephens</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">published by Zebra Books</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">Copyright 1980</span><br />
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Desperate for money after her husband's death, Nora Bellingham tries to sell her only valuable possession: an antique brooch that her mother left her when she was killed seven years before.<br />
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Mysteriously, the brooch changers her fate and Nora finds herself being offered a job as a secretary and housekeeper at the great Porterfield mansion.<br />
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As soon as she arrives, Nora has an immediate premonition of danger and disaster. She almost succeeds in putting all fears and worries aside when she discovers that her precious brooch is gone!<br />
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Unable to trust anyone, Nora is frightened and alone. And when she finds a hidden family portrait of a woman wearing a necklace that is identical to her brooch she realizes that is more than haunting secrets lurking behind<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Okay, the fashion on this cover is so awful that I want to jump into it and manhandle Mrs. Bellingham into a bra. Any bra. Demi, Punch-up, Plunge, Shelf, hell, perhaps we just need to start with a basic training bra.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Now that her lingerie needs are met, we need to do something drastic with that dress. Something about it reminds me of those 8 millimeter films of late 70's discos that show up on the History or Biography channel when they are talking about someones youth spent in a drug induced haze. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">One thing this dress lacks is structure. I'm not saying that we need to whale-bone her or anything, but the sleeves just tumbling down from her shoulders like that does nothing for her but make her head look huge. And, if we are not going to lift those girls up along with that empire waist, we need to forget it all together. A twenty-something shouldn't look like her breast are resting on her stomach.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">And it goes without say that she needs her ends trimmed, an eyebrow pencil and I believe she is a medium warm fall, so I don't think that god-awful color works for her.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Now that I have that out of my system, what is up with the cat? I just want to scoop him up, have him checked for ear mites and bring him home with me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Thanks to a friend introducing me to this, I am in desperate need to share "Cook to Bang"! A book that teachers us that hot single woman in strappy shoes can not get enough of a man who knows his way around a skillet.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Personally I think <i>Do Dishes to Bang</i>, <i>Pick Up After Yourself to Bang</i> and <i>Put Gas in the Car When it is on E to Bang</i> would be far more affective, but perhaps that is just me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">But cooking works too. And since Mr. <i>Kiss the Cook</i> looks like a complete ass, no doubt he can use all the help he can get.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Oddly, I never even realized that cooking for seduction was even a thing. Though it does help make a certain date I once had make far more sense.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Personally, I don't think he was going to have any problems with the blond or the brunette sitting at his feet anyway.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">For the record, I really enjoy the word <i>bang</i>. It really conveys its meaning without resorting to profanity. </span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-59408337084760576352013-02-12T22:56:00.001-05:002013-02-13T12:20:15.874-05:00House of Many Shadows and My Sister's First Book Review<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">She was trying to solve</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">hundred and fifty years old...</span><br />
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When Meg's wealthy cousin Sylvia lent her the old house in Pennsylvania, Meg did not dream she would be drawn into a strange girl's distant past and into the brutal murder of three innocent people.<br />
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Meg saw them clearly. The old man, the servant, and the girl. She knew what horror lay in wait for them. But could she reach them across the years? Was it even safe for her to try?<br />
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Shuddery entertainment... The thrills keep coming..." - Publishers Weekly.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">I haven't read the book but I like Meg already. Firstly, she is one of the few WRFH women who are actually appropriately dressed for fleeing. She looks warm, damn warm. And not in any anyway panicked despite the fact that there appear to be three shadowy men in pursuit. But, again, that could be due to the sensible boots and the confidence that can be instilled by a sweet pair of shoes.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">"Few writers can compare to Barbara Michaels when she conjures the inexplicable ... Fascinating too all who enjoy the eerie." - Columbus Dispatch</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">My sister has never been much of a reader. In fact, she claimed to have not actually read a book since elementary school when she read Gertrude Chandler Warner's The Boxcar Children. This seems impossible but she swears it is the truth and no doubt that says something terrible about the state of our public school system.. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Well a few weeks back she stopped by my office singing the praises of E. L. James' Fifty Shades of Gray. I personally have not read this book but am all for any book that inspires someone read, assuming said inspirational literature doesn't preach hate.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">A BDSM-lite book seems quite the leap from a story of orphaned children living in a rusted out boxcar in the woods but sometimes you just have to jump in with both feet. She claims that <i>if she had known there were books like that</i> she would have started reading a long time ago. She had begged me to read it. And I have considered it if only so that we would have something terribly inappropriate to talk about in front of my dad, though the book sounds rather tame compared to a lot of things I have already read.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Well driven by the whirlwind of lust Fifty Shades appears to inspire, my sister has now moved on to the classic Anne Rice (as A. N. Roquelaure) Beauty series, which have been even more entertaining to talk about if only because I have read that, though years and years ago. And even my husband is familiar with the infamous <i>hot guy impaled on a stone phallus</i> scene thanks to living in a college dormitory where it was apparently passed around like a joint.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">"Best book since The Boxcar Children." - HSM</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;">Beautiful! Thank you H, can't wait to hear your next official review!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #33ff33;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Once again we have a woman throwing herself into the waiting arms of Barnabas Collins. Despite rumors that he is a vampire! Now, admittedly, woman can be rather forgiving if they find someone hot, so I find it hard to believe that she doesn't just skip the middle man and throw herself into the arms of Quentin Collins. Firstly ladies, look at that hair! (meow!) If it was me, I would just assume that if Quentin has against my sister's marriage he had his reasons and get on with the romance! Life is too short. Especially in Collinport.</span></span></div>
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They are either fine with homo-sexuality and bi-sexuality or they are fine with it as long as everyone involved is hot.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Well,</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> The Lady Makes Three </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">has got everyone covered.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I discovered this little gem while browsing the plethora of available eBooks on my Nook.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Now, admittedly my heart belongs to the late Steve Jobs but I have to say that I love my Nook Color. It kicks ass in more ways than I can even count. Hell, if it had a setting for vibrate it might just be the perfect piece of technology.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But I digress.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Since my S</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">hirtless Cop with a Child</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> post for Valentines day, I've decided to start a non-WRFH book holiday tradition. So I decided to share this fantastic little piece of naughtiness.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbp_g3_QMbotkVWJdaY68vp2W2_2bHW8ABKMjKgfVIdF7HRzJMvCUm8TKaV-0qiW56qgDu4xPROAIlJTEDqaeOHa4BXkq0s_-mEx4xcrXsxfLCPn9SrNhZca3JpGXuzDceKmuVoe9sUm-/s1600/101393033.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbp_g3_QMbotkVWJdaY68vp2W2_2bHW8ABKMjKgfVIdF7HRzJMvCUm8TKaV-0qiW56qgDu4xPROAIlJTEDqaeOHa4BXkq0s_-mEx4xcrXsxfLCPn9SrNhZca3JpGXuzDceKmuVoe9sUm-/s320/101393033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677894155287783314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Yes, the cover really does seem to say it all but why lessen the hotness of this title by judging this one solely by its cover. Especially when the book description was so very kickass.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">In </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The Lady Makes Three </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">we meet Maddy Dalton. A Colorado ranch owner with expensive panties. She also likes being in charge. She really does. And though she longs for the love of a special someone as much as the next chic, the fear of losing control of her life (and her ranch) has keep her from any real relationship.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Enter Lucas Calhoun, foreman of the Rocking D. He has a soft spot for Maddy but fears pursuing such a relationship because of a secret. He finds sexy, rugged men a turn on too. (Don't we all!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Then there is the best character of all. He is so great I'll go ahead and let the publishing company tell you all about him.</span><br /></div></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;">Comfortable with his bi-sexuality, cowboy Chase Reynolds wants a home, but there's a catch. His ideal scenario features a wife...and a husband. Recognizing the suppressed longing in both Maddy and Lucas, Chase decides that bold action is needed. But it's not without risk. Having loved and lost badly in the past, Chase is leery of losing his heart. Can these three people learn to find themselves, trust their hearts, and make a family? And can they survive the danger that threatens them all?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Admittedly the </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">danger that threatens them all</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> is kind of our of nowhere but who am I to judge. I know nothing about the dangers of ranch ownership and cowboying stuff. I will say this though, I don't really buy the sleeping pair on the cover. How uncomfortable would that be. I sleep in a king size bed because, franking, I like the feeling of sleeping alone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Anyway, if you have ever read this book, I beg you, please, please, please give us your review. You can be my best friend.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Hope everyone has as Happy a Thanksgiving as Maddy Dalton!</div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-66621381203612546362011-10-13T13:10:00.003-04:002012-01-22T11:37:50.945-05:00The Ghostly Screams of Stormhaven - You had me at Ghostly Screams.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskv247hbkmw0CwybKNFec69NJ5VyRmus5_ztmfGAOEUVnf_figLQz9GoPOCgZ6GZfg447wJUzkpNtSHZAdioViZDgEnsk_2jU-mMaHVxMtkMNm5-JEJ3TyjcKVTbweAjc4AAD0q8wCLLR/s1600/Ghostly+Screams+of+Stormhaven.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiskv247hbkmw0CwybKNFec69NJ5VyRmus5_ztmfGAOEUVnf_figLQz9GoPOCgZ6GZfg447wJUzkpNtSHZAdioViZDgEnsk_2jU-mMaHVxMtkMNm5-JEJ3TyjcKVTbweAjc4AAD0q8wCLLR/s320/Ghostly+Screams+of+Stormhaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662993399384932946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The Ghostly Screams of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stormhaven</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Clarawimberly</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Zebra Gothic</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1992</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Don't go up there alone!"</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />Elizabeth Stevens knew she had been lucky to obtain a position with the wealthy Earl of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chesham</span> at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Stormhaven</span>. She was awed by the magnificence of the manor house, and even more so by the master himself - the dark and brooking Derek <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Vanderworth</span>.<br /><br />But it was his golden haired daughter, Amy, who attracted Elizabeth's attention with her sad, sorrowful eyes. The little girl had not spoken since he mother's death a year ago, and Elizabeth was determined to befriend her and discover more about the tragic past ... even if it meant braving the fierce resistance of the arrogant Earl.<br /><br />Yet, it was not until she saved Amy's life that Derek began to provide answers and admit to his love for Elizabeth. But by then it was too late. Mysterious crying in the night and strange noises from the fourth floor had aroused Elizabeth's suspicions... and her fear. There was a madness lurking in the shadows of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Stormhaven</span>, and Elizabeth wondered if the ghostly screams she heard might soon be her own.<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wow! This books sounds pretty damn good!<br /><br />Firstly, it looks like we probably have a whole lot of Jane Eyre going on.<br /><br />Secondly, we have the brooding and arrogant Earl. For brooding and arrogant I'm more than willing to throw aside by love of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blondes</span>. For some assuredly unhealthy reason I've always been drawn to men who are arrogant assholes. (That must be why I get along so well with my husband!)<br /><br />And lastly, and most importantly, we have <span style="font-style: italic;">GHOSTLY SCREAMS</span>! Awesome. I currently sleep with an alarm clock that makes it sound like a thunder storm is in progress all the time and I can't help but wonder if there is a ghostly screams version. And, if there is, would it help me sleep. I'd like to think it would.<br /><br />Now it's true that I don't actually believe in ghosts (though I really, really want to) but I also don't believe that a human <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">female's</span> neck could hold up that much hair, but I'm certainly not going to let that ruin the story for me.<br /><br />As so often is the case, I have tried to find an artist credit for this cover but have had no luck. I really find it strange that even as late as 1992 there are rarely ever artist credits inside the book and that signatures are rarely seen whether they are cropped or didn't exist on the piece to begin with. If I had enough artistic talent to have my art of the cover of a Gothic romance (and we all know that sometimes is just doesn't take that much talent to find yourself in that position) I'd <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">freakin</span>' have my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">heroine</span> sporting a t- shirt with my picture on it.<br /><br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-23453579681417429332011-10-03T15:58:00.002-04:002011-10-03T16:03:14.284-04:00The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor, a little bit of Sexy WTF & the best author picture ever! - The return of Women Running from Houses<img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg355_AZEKNPXIirVa-4INmuq9KHLp7LzhkpDv7tCW62b1wJsWZ6pfVyoUbBGi772FGudpgESgmXLBTL6vvmZk1Of-ItNQjYJYe5asHWGPDc0kxaVckeg4JIMte20zlutMohrpKack7NIDD/s320/Lost+Lady+of+Hathway+Manor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639983683978228130" border="0" /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:small;">The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor</span></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">by Anne Knoll<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">published by Zebra Gothic</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copyright 1992</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;">"You'd best trust me, Katherine.<br />You may need my help.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;">"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />Forced to flee America or land in debtors' prison, India<br />Chantelle found herself on a ship bound for London where<br />her actor father could put gambling behind him and make a<br />fresh start. India enjoyed her shipboard friendship with<br />orphaned heiress Katherine Hathaway, on her way home to<br />Cornwall to await her eighteenth birthday and her<br />inheritance. Then Katherine made an impulsive proposal:<br />that the two young women, who looked much alike,<br />exchange identities for six months. Katherine craved the<br />excitement of the London theatre, and wouldn't India just<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> a long vaction at a stately British mansion, especially<br />since Katherine insisted on paying off her father's debts ...<br /><br />But Katherine had another reason for not wanting to await<br />her inheritance within the walls of Hathaway Manor. Upon<br />arriving at the gloomy, fogbound house, India was<br />immediately aware of a scarely concealed hostility toward<br />"dear Cousin Katherine" who would soon be chatelaine of the<br />vast estate. And though handsome, brilliant Jordan Hathaway<br />always appeared just in time to rescue her from the small<br />accidents that kept occurring, it wasn't long before India<br />realized that something shocking had happened to Katherine<br />as a small child - something they all feared she might<br />remember and reveal - and that someone was trying to<br />frighten her away ... or silence her forever.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;">The<br />Lost Lady of<br />Hathaway<br />Manor</span><div><span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">As many of you already know a rather complicated pregnancy has kept me from blogging regularly for sometime but with that four months behind me and finally feeling like myself again, I wanted to kick off the return of WRFH right.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Truth be told <i>The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor</i> holds no real charm for me. Perhaps it is the insipid look on India's face that awakens the conflicting desires to both not care as well as smack her. Of course it might yet again be the idea of fleeing over impossible terrain in a floor length gown. Does no one ever learn? (Though I must give her credit for getting as far as she has.)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">But what really attracted me to this book was the killer book club offer sandwiched between page 128 and 129. Zebra Books really looks to have it all going on in this bizarre illustration where it seems that an amorous couple is well on their way to nakedness in front of one of those church pamphlets given out door-to-door.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">And there's a riverboat!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#339999;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5WQJbCsUvJB4hjAZHMLKiWHNyROBLb-SGwNLvADGi5rN2bUQ73sBDY1AzpPIWMO-JC468wlCoGHqEJHoL8ubxTygmJOWecZOWjFmOWmwqbyDJxOxRU3ovbim01OIuFEhNtGVE3_jRWlP/s1600/Sexy+Ad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5WQJbCsUvJB4hjAZHMLKiWHNyROBLb-SGwNLvADGi5rN2bUQ73sBDY1AzpPIWMO-JC468wlCoGHqEJHoL8ubxTygmJOWecZOWjFmOWmwqbyDJxOxRU3ovbim01OIuFEhNtGVE3_jRWlP/s320/Sexy+Ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659295978358996226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Oh, and they also really, really, really want to <i>give</i> you four free books. At least they really want to give you something.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5WQJbCsUvJB4hjAZHMLKiWHNyROBLb-SGwNLvADGi5rN2bUQ73sBDY1AzpPIWMO-JC468wlCoGHqEJHoL8ubxTygmJOWecZOWjFmOWmwqbyDJxOxRU3ovbim01OIuFEhNtGVE3_jRWlP/s1600/Sexy+Ad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgayZt4w8aWafI67pwDOUE9SHcicXrldFyj1dwG_n8d8mKEMhWTmOCPpvZpZpAiLKntqRxb-nOsh4xCBIfpbThexo8qLevZ2NnQ1zn5h9lhYCkkXSU84YdmmZLUMKDPEqeRF0jsdYpAhGk4/s1600/BookMarkAd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgayZt4w8aWafI67pwDOUE9SHcicXrldFyj1dwG_n8d8mKEMhWTmOCPpvZpZpAiLKntqRxb-nOsh4xCBIfpbThexo8qLevZ2NnQ1zn5h9lhYCkkXSU84YdmmZLUMKDPEqeRF0jsdYpAhGk4/s320/BookMarkAd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659295976743635346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">He has quite the round bottom!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">But still the best of all is the awesomeness that is the author photo on the back of "The Love Pirate" by Barbara Cartland. Yes, yes, the title is fantastic, seeming to offer an untold number of inappropriate images, but before you head off to Abebook or Amazon just check out the very posh Barbara herself. This pictures looks to have been taken in one of the bedrooms from 1973's Legend of Hell House. Nice! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGlJ61Hl15ksJGXAM1p9_zlAP3nqFCcR5cC34Nsvy2YMm4PHFRZ-l8mTAdFcNA2em3i2Rv4NRD5S-Dh6PKkObn6RhqlzcUN9R3eMqjddOWmprRMuYfxOeiAeqqnaA2o_tFrZU-nNbkQ7b/s1600/BarbaraCartland.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkGlJ61Hl15ksJGXAM1p9_zlAP3nqFCcR5cC34Nsvy2YMm4PHFRZ-l8mTAdFcNA2em3i2Rv4NRD5S-Dh6PKkObn6RhqlzcUN9R3eMqjddOWmprRMuYfxOeiAeqqnaA2o_tFrZU-nNbkQ7b/s320/BarbaraCartland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639983543484594514" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); ">If I ever write a romance novel, and I totally should being an expert in the field of all things <i>steamy</i>, I want a picture just like this. Except it would have my dachshund Vincent (Price) and I'd be wearing far more fur!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Hey, want to received updates on Spectergirl's entire family of blogs right to Facebook? Check out my new Facebook page. It's like friending me on Facebook without having to see baby pictures! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/Spectergirl"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhhf3WnJX614WFEIycCI6eJwdbKMO0Wov72uDmrUUh-OURidZ_MkjwBCgUoUhZPkqOe6-6ePSA1n1IRaphOvgdA74GaQYvtdoktiSwbeJzJfHdFtc4jSB6mBIj_4_wjooJ70j1SyUV0fpB/s320/House+of+Blog+Small+Link.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659345627859288658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px; " /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Just click on the link above!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Not on Facebook? Well ... aren't you an island.</span></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-14989428089658837892011-02-16T11:40:00.002-05:002011-02-16T12:30:36.782-05:00Running From Prison? & Nurses Need Love Too<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Okay, so I am willing to admit that this cover has absolutely nothing what-so-ever to do with Gothic romance. But, the way I see it, there is no better way to say "Sorry for missing Valentine's Day." than with a shirtless cop in a compromising position with young a child.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeWtPRiKeO6SztzcmPhgT8LU4Vxra1JXlCTdRiRMr2HXJzkKYDM_ajskVa-fEhFds8hh_4RZ8JatbqV8u0sL5THI2tzVd8DsTY_mPalmH4EQpPjsUQngT-GLXw-xFVZ3NsXyTLs2AGY_C/s1600/A%252BPlace%252BTo%252BCall%252BHome.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeWtPRiKeO6SztzcmPhgT8LU4Vxra1JXlCTdRiRMr2HXJzkKYDM_ajskVa-fEhFds8hh_4RZ8JatbqV8u0sL5THI2tzVd8DsTY_mPalmH4EQpPjsUQngT-GLXw-xFVZ3NsXyTLs2AGY_C/s320/A%252BPlace%252BTo%252BCall%252BHome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574318559021071538" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Yep, "A Place To Call Home" is quite honestly the most wonderfully frightening cover I have seen in a good while, and at the same time it is also the best argument for garage sales EVER.<br /><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">What makes this piece of garage sale <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">GOLD</span> even better that it is apparently just one book in a "Men In Blue" series. (Makes you want to go out and find the rest doesn't it?!)</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Now, I personally have no issue with our men in blue, not even the shirtless variety, but this cover makes we want to call, well, the cops, or at the very least Chris Hansen. I'm not exactly certain who this cover was supposed to appeal to. Perhaps my grandmother as it seems to have taken place in her house circa 1988.<br /><br />It makes me think of a Curves gym I had been a member of few years back. The manager was in her mid-twenties and had an obsession with firemen. She started taping up pictures from some kind of shirtless firemen calendar all over the gym. It was like a middle school girl's locker room.<br /><br />The taped up pictures eventually devolved to include magazine images of any man she found remotely attractive. I assure you, there is nothing that makes you want to hurry through your workout more than having to stare at a picture of Will Ferrell taped to the ceiling. Of course I WAS working out 4 and 5 days a week so perhaps I was subconsciously drawn to Will Ferrell and just didn't know it.<br /><br />Okay, so I want to clue you into a great blog. I have recently spoken Susannah who runs a blog called <a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/">Vintage Nurse Romance Novels</a>. The site is awesome and features some great cover art. (And hey, what man doesn't like a nurse's uniform?) She is actually dedicated enough to read the book and post her reviews which are great.<br /><br />Susannah has been kind enough to share a fabulous Nurse Running from a Castle cover, <a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/2010/12/nurse-at-castle.html">here</a>. And what I like to think is a Nurse Running from a Trailer Park, <a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/2011/02/door-to-door-nurse.html">here</a>.<br /><br />Make sure to check her out!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-25689129159154568292010-11-09T15:27:00.002-05:002010-11-09T19:05:26.782-05:00The Winds of Night Original Art - Identify that Artist!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScUxyIIvCUraIHTHxGctwK2wz-210b2jK9gXHmjbMZhhUbFT9qVzCDQffhbsG66Hpg1lkMs0q-St6_u5oZw11SD1SAgFGUqTHvtfIpxkwdqxhvgmQkiy1MQlM-YOxtGYBwEKRoPNCLBGL/s1600/The+Winds+of+Night.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScUxyIIvCUraIHTHxGctwK2wz-210b2jK9gXHmjbMZhhUbFT9qVzCDQffhbsG66Hpg1lkMs0q-St6_u5oZw11SD1SAgFGUqTHvtfIpxkwdqxhvgmQkiy1MQlM-YOxtGYBwEKRoPNCLBGL/s400/The+Winds+of+Night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537644907356756498" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Hello everyone. I just received a email from Tom who is the proud owner of the original artwork for T<i>he Winds of Night</i> by Anne Buxton, writing as Anne Maybury. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Firstly, I should say that I am quite jealous. Secondly I should say that I don't know the artist. Tom doesn't either. Anyone out there recognize this one?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Tom has been kind enough to have posted a scan of this image, along with some other great stuff on his <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tom1231/4036120822/">Flickr</a> page. Click the link to take a look. I really like the fantastic <i>Secrets of Haunted House</i> cover. Sadly, an issue NOT in my collection.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Thanks Tom!</span></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-61711921637783836542010-10-19T20:45:00.005-04:002010-10-20T10:23:35.580-04:00Snow Shadow<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJqkcH6CadIgm8Kak27ud7iYUW1Bi3ItTvcp-L9SC47AXfXqRozONPxUKQ0ddzuEbEG38NedgPYe8_p3NJKh0dqaMdkIN5_vGqTT7T1NcE_0sOZ3JZct-J7fRXR1wwPL_wgWl801aLj60/s1600/Snow+Shadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJqkcH6CadIgm8Kak27ud7iYUW1Bi3ItTvcp-L9SC47AXfXqRozONPxUKQ0ddzuEbEG38NedgPYe8_p3NJKh0dqaMdkIN5_vGqTT7T1NcE_0sOZ3JZct-J7fRXR1wwPL_wgWl801aLj60/s320/Snow+Shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529441778002179442" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Snow Shadow by Andre Norton</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">published by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fawcett</span> Crest Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copyright 1979</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Being able to step back into the past</div><div style="text-align: left;">seemed a wonderful stroke of luck for Erica</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jansen. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Northanger</span> Abbey was like another</div><div style="text-align: left;">world. And her introduction to the family</div><div style="text-align: left;">there had come from a charming man,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Preston Donner. She felt very fortunate indeed.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">PRISONER</span><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">OF</span></div><div><span style="font-weight: bold;">SHADOWS<br /></span><br /></div><div>But from the moment she became a guest</div><div>at the Abbey, she felt like a prisoner. First</div><div>there were the arguments she couldn't<br /></div><div>avoid ... then the murders she could not</div><div>ignore ... and then the man who stepped out</div><div>of her own buried past to entwine her in a</div><div>terror from which she saw no escape ...</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">We have all met them. You know, those girl who, in a desperate attempt to feel better about themselves, cut down on those around them. Well, Andre Norton is one of those women. But don't worry, if I have learned nothing else in my very eventful life thus far, I have learned that what you send out comes back three fold. (Well, technically, I just learned that from 1996's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Craft</span> but you get the picture.)<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Snow Shadow</span> is one of those rare Gothic romance books in which I picked up and read a few pages before posting it. And boy and I glad I did.<br /><br />There is no doubt that Ms. Norton felt a good deal of shame about lowering herself to Gothic romance. It becomes quite obvious by the many comments of her heroine such as, and this isn't technically an EXACT quote, "If I had been a lame Gothic novelist I would have called the house brooding."<br /><br />Now, that is unfair in a couple of ways. Firstly, it subtly insults the genre in which she is writing, thus giving the illusion of somehow being superior to it. And secondly, it gets away with using the adjective just belittled without even offering up a better one.<br /><br />You've got to admit, it's pretty ballsy. Especially for someone who has taken the ultimate shortcut of writing about someone who is a writer and who also breaks the cardinal rule of never mentioning a better book (or author) in your book. Of course, we see that all the time. If we all had a dime for every haunted house story that quotes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shirley</span> Jackson, we'd all be eating a chalupa right now. Her author of choice, Jane Austen. Again, pretty ballsy.<br /><br />I also discovered that the male charactor who I suspect will turn out to be the romantic interests is the first Blackfoot Indiana to graduate from West Point. WOW! Louis <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">L'Amour's</span> got nothing on Andre Norton.<br /><br />Oh yeah, and I almost forgot, I have a signature here but I am having a bit of a problem reading it. Any guesses?<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">UPDATE: If my research is to be believed, Andre Norton's three fold karma payback included being the first woman to win the Gandalf Grand Master Award from the World Science Fiction Society in 1977, and the winning of the Damon Knight Memorial Grand Master Award in 1983. Huh, karma doesn't seem to function as I have been lead to believe. </span></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-28325944933027713772010-09-07T21:53:00.005-04:002010-09-08T09:43:49.359-04:00The Lock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGuZFUXeZ-EB-mLAI6LP79aKNb36SZHkuXXs7Bp7skMJEgg9qJfgq0TPPxAZvF4yvlokccYbx7YsliO2KCYb8S77qYN228zC27FOQMmQc0rYAqL3RTYLSUYo0A4J5Y93PLL9zevYVG01-/s1600/TheLockCover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbGuZFUXeZ-EB-mLAI6LP79aKNb36SZHkuXXs7Bp7skMJEgg9qJfgq0TPPxAZvF4yvlokccYbx7YsliO2KCYb8S77qYN228zC27FOQMmQc0rYAqL3RTYLSUYo0A4J5Y93PLL9zevYVG01-/s320/TheLockCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514345622069662066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The Lock by Janet Lovesmith (Paul W. Fairman)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">published by Popular Library</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copyright 1972</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">SOMETHING<br />FROM THE WORLD BEYOND<br />WAS STALKING<br />YOUNG LYN COURTNEY -<br /></span><br />The lock was huge, rusted, ungainly. It guarded the<br />tomb that lay behind the old house - the tomb of the<br />ill-fated Gantry clan. Lyn Courtney, who had come to<br />work at Gantry Hill, became fascinated, haunted by<br />that lock. Her fears, her hopes, her fantasies cnetered<br />around it.<br /><br />Could it explain the puzzling behavior of good-looking<br />Christopher Gantry? The mystery of beautiful, volatile<br />Lila? The invisible creature that even now was stalking<br />young Lyn? She must find out - if it wasn't already<br />too late ,,,<br /><br />QUEEN-SIZE GOTHICS are a new idea. They offer the<br />very best in novels of romantic suspense, by the top<br />writers, greater in length and drama, richer in reading<br />pleasure. Each book is guaranteed to be:<br /><br />"READING FIT FOR A QUEEN"<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />So, is that supposed to be our heroine on the cover? If it is, isn't Lyn Courtney supposed to be obsessed with a rusted lock? Wouldn't it make more sense to have a big old lock floating above her head? Or, if you really want to sell books, why not depict one of those "fantasies" involving that lock she's been going on and on about floating up there instead? I'm sure that would have all the ladies cat fighting for a copy at Barnes and Nobel.<br /><br />It really looks like this cover is actually less an illustration of Lyn as it is an illustration of the author thinking about "her" book. As if part of the writing method required Paul W. Fairman to don a long wig and pale lip stain, then to stare off into space and let the story unfold in his mind. Really Mr. Fairman doesn't make a half-bad woman.<br /><br />If fact, this cover inspires me to write a Gothic novel of my very own. But, being that I see no real point in being subtle, my story would involve the Amityville Horror house, a virginal math tutor and a shirtless land owner with a love of horses and giving presents. Cha-Ching!</span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-27926328269330303462010-08-09T21:22:00.001-04:002010-08-10T16:47:33.900-04:00Night Shade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5qLL4R7H234zKfIqd4RPj0RCUJ99KWk3DS5Y-D0765uvOUMgTzjaj4_-8gVWQXarSiDyZHX3-hJDKjnwJ10__SDEV69hi4ZozOC3EqY4m7ZHFYcoXIbUZ_TnSOI-vN5AAwpC64bjC0NV/s1600/Night+Shade+Cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5qLL4R7H234zKfIqd4RPj0RCUJ99KWk3DS5Y-D0765uvOUMgTzjaj4_-8gVWQXarSiDyZHX3-hJDKjnwJ10__SDEV69hi4ZozOC3EqY4m7ZHFYcoXIbUZ_TnSOI-vN5AAwpC64bjC0NV/s320/Night+Shade+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503567994211981922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Night Shade by Dorothy Daniels</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >cover art by Hector Garrido</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Pocket Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1976</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZybUZHRgr7Op7wFTcz1MY30M8refFKNkfOk9eniAJFtBrdge8CwQxaqhPc2wnvMsJe69UkM8LXbMOndZa7O_EJGG5veQPj-8_E_6OasvLFlAWBclR3KxNg2fKRazNktJHfqbrGg9hLLr/s1600/Night+Shade+Back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZybUZHRgr7Op7wFTcz1MY30M8refFKNkfOk9eniAJFtBrdge8CwQxaqhPc2wnvMsJe69UkM8LXbMOndZa7O_EJGG5veQPj-8_E_6OasvLFlAWBclR3KxNg2fKRazNktJHfqbrGg9hLLr/s320/Night+Shade+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503567758029808274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Alsion, a lovely, young clinical psychologies, was<br />called to investigate the possible suicide of a cor-<br />porate giant, Clifford Dalton. She knew of the<br />dead man's harsh reputation, his last bitter words,<br />and his recorded threat to return and ruin all his<br />enemies. At the request of Dalton's relatives, a<br />medium was brought to a seance, and contact with<br />Dalton's spirit was made. From then on, his shade<br />haunted the household, and his maniacal laugh<br />resounded in the halls. Suddenly, two people asso-<br />ciated with the investigation were murdered.<br /><br />As Alsion zeroed in on the truth, she realized that<br />she was marked as the next victim!<br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Sounds to me like Clifford Dalton is someone I could really relate to. I'm not talking about the whole <span style="font-style: italic;">corporate giant</span> thing, or even the <span style="font-style: italic;">harsh reputation</span> bit but, while I can't say I've ever partaken of a "sumptuous banquet", eating at Hometown Buffet ALWAYS makes me want to commit suicide.</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Now if I was Alison, the lovely (and young) clinical psychologist, sent in to investigate this mysterious dinner time death, I'd say that with Hometown Buffet it is probably better to rule out food poisoning before bothering with the suicide thing.<br /><br />We have a Hector Garrido cover here. Sadly I was unable to find much information regarding this artists himself but I did manage to find several additional samples of his work. The art sampling includes an absolutely fantastic cover for the Gothic romance novel <span style="font-style: italic;">Lodge Sinister </span>and a cover for a GI Joe - Choose Your Own Adventure book. (When I was in 3rd grade I thought Choose Your Own Adventure books totally rocked!)<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeURoZ7B5WtnrxwQqCtEUnyldcunKrCw4HBz4WiEUjVWdYKfVo-pS5IdnmV9-waIqoTJjucGVdSpa-WdU3i9NQnjlpHa6hUytquMGVwb3PepQnc2iYbAgzigYsJHRoGFZciCzv5OQwWUn/s1600/Image+%232.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeURoZ7B5WtnrxwQqCtEUnyldcunKrCw4HBz4WiEUjVWdYKfVo-pS5IdnmV9-waIqoTJjucGVdSpa-WdU3i9NQnjlpHa6hUytquMGVwb3PepQnc2iYbAgzigYsJHRoGFZciCzv5OQwWUn/s320/Image+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578177194550930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOXVsZIzLkszL2uopIUEthOk9QL0h3j_eeVe2Q-0iLOoxGPzVRZKXMu-YRe_R8J1-xDSPZ6viySkUc6MYX02wpD8bluVirmfdoIfwBMCOsflGVrSO5Zq546zPmWHeemGT45Rm2TRFRlB4/s1600/Image+%231.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdOXVsZIzLkszL2uopIUEthOk9QL0h3j_eeVe2Q-0iLOoxGPzVRZKXMu-YRe_R8J1-xDSPZ6viySkUc6MYX02wpD8bluVirmfdoIfwBMCOsflGVrSO5Zq546zPmWHeemGT45Rm2TRFRlB4/s320/Image+%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578187726926962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbrKcHWCN7X0s-buBrPd1QgojC18aVoBd87uX5KUoHE2v77Pl3lXXEapMZkCG0zXvPizZ3Ihgv6rXruLXwWw0KclTmXSL4pdgNP7WlPRlsUN71FdI58yPsFwvLT0eQcyA1JKldcPhdH7/s1600/Image+%233.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDbrKcHWCN7X0s-buBrPd1QgojC18aVoBd87uX5KUoHE2v77Pl3lXXEapMZkCG0zXvPizZ3Ihgv6rXruLXwWw0KclTmXSL4pdgNP7WlPRlsUN71FdI58yPsFwvLT0eQcyA1JKldcPhdH7/s320/Image+%233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578172456251090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4PZm5avC69qpNq4l9XZFtsc6xS9HfMFasAi3gC6L7BII2fUuCXM5B52bnWvMfdcxpkU0jtFY3eD1sLJO1yGOIeT3_T56iW1k8czKE3NbQSeuoegcKhIP5AUMxAB1fesYFRMen3_NNx1z/s1600/Image+%234.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr4PZm5avC69qpNq4l9XZFtsc6xS9HfMFasAi3gC6L7BII2fUuCXM5B52bnWvMfdcxpkU0jtFY3eD1sLJO1yGOIeT3_T56iW1k8czKE3NbQSeuoegcKhIP5AUMxAB1fesYFRMen3_NNx1z/s320/Image+%234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578161773063666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">You can see more of Hector Garrido's cover work Nancy Drew Mysteries and The Hardy Boys series of books.</span><br /></div></div></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-33284032956415386352010-07-20T14:10:00.003-04:002010-07-20T14:14:55.952-04:00This Strange Adventure<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qXxOdIZl2K2OS6ugKBxaE9h6vH3O2B6NzHCHEx0CDMYsJRLJYwKU8KVkBT1OUsXh8CvPSTVCLjn96JycSXOajR0PBiIPYdZGXdpbW7861OQQiBOPBpR57GKhJEYo5B9UWW4PMXZqhhRn/s1600/This+Strange+Adventure.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2qXxOdIZl2K2OS6ugKBxaE9h6vH3O2B6NzHCHEx0CDMYsJRLJYwKU8KVkBT1OUsXh8CvPSTVCLjn96JycSXOajR0PBiIPYdZGXdpbW7861OQQiBOPBpR57GKhJEYo5B9UWW4PMXZqhhRn/s320/This+Strange+Adventure.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047070117917234" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">This Strange Adventure</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;">published by Dell Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;">Copyright 1971</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; ">Wedded to Terror<br /></span><br />Young and beautiful Missie Colfax was<div>willing to keep her bargain with Wesley</div><div>Dexter when she married this worldly</div><div>older man and came to live in his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">magnifi</span>-</div><div>cent mansion. She would do anything to</div><div>escape the poverty and want of her youth -</div><div>even be a wife to a man she barely knew.</div><div><br /></div><div>Missie could not suspect the twisted</div><div>torment behind the icy arrogance of her</div><div>bridegroom ... nor realize until too late the</div><div>horror that awaited her in the hands of a</div><div>man bent on making her the victim of</div><div>a strange and terrible vengeance ...<br /><div><br /><div>MARY ROBERTS </div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">RINEHART</span></div><div><br /></div><div>whose bestseller novels have thrilled</div><div>millions the world over, has in This Strange</div><div>Adventure created a truly haunting story</div><div>of romance and danger.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Hate to break it to you Missie, but I'm not hearing anything all that out of the norm here. I mean aren't <i>Wedded</i> and <i>Terror</i> synonymous with one another? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">Every wife must play her part in her husband's strange and terrible vengeance, it's in the job <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">description</span>. Sure, you marry yourself an older man he's bound to have more baggage, but that is the price you pay for that sweet situation. Remember, a lot of ladies would put up with a lot of shit to have themselves digs like that.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;">And if your husband isn't caressing you with the hands of a man bent on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">vengeance</span>, you're just not doing your job right. </span></div></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-59639640503764979582010-07-02T23:12:00.001-04:002010-07-02T23:14:25.257-04:00The Haunted<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDG9rXXbASBSc69__X157fXWbLBkJcmjtHjdgbXsZ7eldcp_yI60z7aUl9mLhtjDCaCA1_YIpJXBvdlD_E1BPg4COEVzzbGCVhDQRpPHepeJk7vpbD4h4U9meK5PbGXQbypUHHEnf-AGK/s1600/The+Haunted.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnDG9rXXbASBSc69__X157fXWbLBkJcmjtHjdgbXsZ7eldcp_yI60z7aUl9mLhtjDCaCA1_YIpJXBvdlD_E1BPg4COEVzzbGCVhDQRpPHepeJk7vpbD4h4U9meK5PbGXQbypUHHEnf-AGK/s320/The+Haunted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489505294131259074" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The Haunted</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Prestige Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1972</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">HOUSE<br />OF<br />LIES<br /></span><br />Something was terribly wrong. Jennifer Stone's<br />brother, in Vietnam, hadn't heard from his wife<br />Marcy for six months, and Jennifer had to find out<br />why. But she had hardly arrived at the<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Barnsted</span> farm, where Marcy was staying, when<br />Uncle Horace <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Barnsted</span> tried to drive her away.<br />Even Aunt Elna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Barnsted</span>, who welcomed Jennifer's<br />presence, hardly seemed trustworthy, and handsome<br />young Lyman Parks, friendly enough at first<br />suddenly turned hostile. As for Marcy, she had<br />changed shockingly - a mental breakdown had<br />turned the once - beautiful girl into a frightened<br />child, incapable of speaking her secret.<br />There were explanations, of course - Elna had<br />explanations for everything - but somehow they<br />just didn't ring true. Jennifer had never before<br />known such an atmosphere of falsehood and deceit,<br />of lives with secrets desperately concealed. And<br />slowly in dawned on her that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Barnsteds</span> no<br />longer wanted her to leave the farm. In fact, if they<br />had their way, she would <span style="font-style: italic;">never</span> leave.<br />Not alive, that is ...<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />Looks to me like Jennifer Stone is just trying to get Lyme disease. We can only hope that Lyman Parks, as well as being both young and handsome also has<span style="font-style: italic;"></span> an ample supply of matches.<br /><br />I think maybe Jennifer is just being a little too suspicious. I'm two generations removed from hill-folks and farmers and I'd like to know one person who has ever visited the family farm who DIDN'T feel that being asked to string beans wasn't just an attempt to run them off.<br /><br />And their is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ALWAYS</span> a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">simpleton</span>. Always. Marcy is just theirs. Doug is ours. Or, as my Grandmother has called him for all the years I can remember, <span style="font-style: italic;">Poor Dumb Doug</span>. </span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-31241742708902410982010-06-18T23:24:00.003-04:002010-06-19T11:00:33.245-04:00Barnabas, Quentin and the Scorpio Curse - Book 23<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N54H4ByiJzTr0mawIs5U94nErPpavRuWSpaT48Em-ISOWZ8YiXn1n0kfInCI8jjqWXhcacTrpEf5w7H58d7dBFPiBqI9_BgyU8OcgpzT797cfdP4e9q0vIW1ILveTU_3TRw2cbCFsug2/s1600/DShadows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1N54H4ByiJzTr0mawIs5U94nErPpavRuWSpaT48Em-ISOWZ8YiXn1n0kfInCI8jjqWXhcacTrpEf5w7H58d7dBFPiBqI9_BgyU8OcgpzT797cfdP4e9q0vIW1ILveTU_3TRw2cbCFsug2/s320/DShadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484307875734946658" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Barnabas, Quentin and the Scorpio Curse by Marilyn (Dan) Ross</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Paperback Library</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1970<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2uB_j8vVhGT2CH87VVX7r-1MV1ktWYn-bsmmamPKfNvwRVX6hoRrL8bRNEnO3_vbtZ2-d1-FYe00X1OEtbxBsO1cRjeJL-gexL540fwQ4uUqRZYcp_bCAHd5q47hGUoP-5aKhrklX1Wa/s1600/DShadows2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw2uB_j8vVhGT2CH87VVX7r-1MV1ktWYn-bsmmamPKfNvwRVX6hoRrL8bRNEnO3_vbtZ2-d1-FYe00X1OEtbxBsO1cRjeJL-gexL540fwQ4uUqRZYcp_bCAHd5q47hGUoP-5aKhrklX1Wa/s320/DShadows2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484305982416832994" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;">IS THE SIGN OF SCORPIO</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE MARK OF DEATH!</span><br /><br />Terror reigns at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Collinwood</span> when several<br />patients at a nearby psychiatric clinic at<br />which Barnabas Collins is a patient are<br />stabbed to death. Each victim's forehead is<br />marked with a scorpion, the zodiacal symbol<br />of death.<br /><br />Then Diana Collins, another relative of the<br />Collins family who is undergoing psychiatric<br />treatment at the hospital, finds a bloody knife<br />in her room. Diana, whose astrological sign<br />is Scorpio, is afraid that she may have com-<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mitted</span> the murders during one of her black-<br />outs. The fear that she is losing her mind is<br />compounded when no one will believe she has<br />seen a strange, wolf-like creature prowling<br />the grounds.<br /><br />The only person who will listen to her story<br />is Barnabas. But how can he help her when<br />he too has become a suspect?<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />If I were to wager on the reason behind the vast number of Collins' seeking hospitalization for some unnamed psychiatric aliment, I would go with inbreeding.<br /><br />Okay, so we know that Barnabas has a weird cousin fetish but, as it was recently pointed out to me, the sexual tension in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Collinwood</span>, a house that always seems to be dripping with various vagabonds from some branch of the family or other, </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">could be cut with a knife.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />You, of course, have Caroline who is a bit of a tramp but that isn't at all uncommon when a girl's daddy disappears on her. Then there's Barnabas who, after a tragic rejection by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Josette</span>, is sporting a Harvey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fierstein</span> longing for love. But the real <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">culprit</span>, I think, is Quentin Collins.<br /><br />Everything about that man oozes <span style="font-style: italic;">riding-crop to the ass while you're not looking</span>. Just take a look at that cover. You totally get the feeling that David Selby and the camera man had just been up to something <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">naughty</span> in the props room.<br /><br />What a great show!<br /><br />And before you come complaining about yet another Dark Shadows paperback on WRFH, you can blame <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mykal</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Banta's</span> artfully crafted Gold Key Comics! blog for posting Dark Shadows issue number 28 from 1974. If you are not familiar with the thirty-five Gold Key Dark Shadows comics that were published between 1969 and 1976, incidentally running longer than the soap opera itself, now is your chance to take a peek. Just click <a href="http://www.goldkeystories.com/2010/06/dark-shadows-no-28-october-1974.html">HERE</a>!<br /><br />Also, if you are interested in viewing the 1968 set of View-Master reels of Dark Shadows click <a href="http://viewmaster3d.blogspot.com/2010/04/dark-shadows-1968.html">here</a>!<br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7287488239231408282010-06-08T12:12:00.003-04:002010-06-09T10:33:42.204-04:00Carol, the Pursued & NIghts with Sasquatch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6TSR3jeRGokK_T6LMehqt5C6mh3mu1lGHedRGhX91fZLULDfvsCMc7669c1J6yRNNjbWWllGZSgLrqmgGT2g6LUbCEbvTnwrGJ8j5kpAx3_-fbkOGN_10rdeSt6G5Ft1zWuagZplJdRA/s1600/Carol+the+Pursued.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz6TSR3jeRGokK_T6LMehqt5C6mh3mu1lGHedRGhX91fZLULDfvsCMc7669c1J6yRNNjbWWllGZSgLrqmgGT2g6LUbCEbvTnwrGJ8j5kpAx3_-fbkOGN_10rdeSt6G5Ft1zWuagZplJdRA/s320/Carol+the+Pursued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480601650498137922" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Carol, the Pursued by Katheryn Kimbrough<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Popular Library</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1979<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >KATHERYN KIMBROUGH'S</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" >Saga of the Phenwich Women</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >CAROL</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >THE PURSUED</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest<br />series of Gothic romances ever conceived.<br />You won't want to miss the others,<br />all exclusively in Popular Library editions.<br /></div><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A captive of a nightmare religious cult</span> - that was the<br />fate that beautiful young Carol Ingraham fled, as she<br />fought to achieve her destiny as a Phenwick woman. It<br />was her parents who first put her in the power of the<br />Shilohite cult, led by a man who turned his followers<br />into puppetlike slaves, made every woman an instru-<br />ment of men's lusts, and forbade all contact with out-<br />siders. It was a savage attack on her person that woke<br />her to danger, and a freakish accident that let her make<br />a break for freedom. It was a Phenwick heir who fell in<br />love with her, yet could not understand the inner<br />demons tormenting her or the evil closing in on her.<br />And it was only her own courage and strength that<br />could save her when she could fee no more ...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The idea of a crazy religious cult is not new. The idea that a crazy religious cult leader would make all the females in his cult there for his pleasure is also not new. But there are two things that stand out to me. Firstly, a religious cult survivor as the heroine of a Gothic romance book. I have never seen that and I have seen a ton of these. And secondly, that these Phenwick men really know how to pick'em.<br /><br />So, the question is this , is THAT how a sex slaves dressed in ... um ... covered wagon times? I guess it is a well known fact that school marms are naturally attracted devil cults, so it would have been a logical jump for the artist to take.<br /><br />Still, there is something wanting in this cover. Perhaps it is the lack of robes.<br /><br />Now I would like to share another paperback I picked up a few weeks ago for the cover.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7hOpzUJT9ll0DxQnlWO71CxoVwLllhyFeASc732t5eDeubjCJ3-Dvzt7zHdKguTcLCEAlixP6G4lcqUiTLIscezREkctvQWzQfnR0DmwrIvhKLd6bTPuuy7_eufiWqygV1KjXsT_hlZe/s1600/Nights+with+Sasquatch.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7hOpzUJT9ll0DxQnlWO71CxoVwLllhyFeASc732t5eDeubjCJ3-Dvzt7zHdKguTcLCEAlixP6G4lcqUiTLIscezREkctvQWzQfnR0DmwrIvhKLd6bTPuuy7_eufiWqygV1KjXsT_hlZe/s320/Nights+with+Sasquatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480601480799838930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Apparently the true life tale of a woman assaulted by a bigfoot, I wouldn't want to belittle the tragedy or her pain BUT I feel the cover artist already did that SO it's now fair game.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> If I was ever raped by bigfoot and then wrote a book about it I don't think I would give it such a <span style="font-style: italic;">sexy</span> title. I would go for something more along the lines of "I was raped by a Bigfoot. I swear." And, if I WAS going to give it a <span style="font-style: italic;">sexy</span> title, I would also give it a <span style="font-style: italic;">sexy</span> cover. Or at least have the cover artist make me look hotter than THAT!<br /><br />Okay, I give you that her make-up isn't smeared at all, which seems unlikely in the circumstances, but that hair is terrible.<br /><br />Also it looks like the Sasquatch is having trouble holding her. He is a freaking Sasquatch! Aren't they supposed to be as strong as shit? I would want to have glamorous make-up, perfectly wild hair tumbling past my shoulders, and the look of near weightlessness.<br /><br />Also Bigfoot should be hotter.<br /></span></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7170016464752822242010-06-08T11:23:00.008-04:002010-06-08T11:34:42.101-04:00Modern Gothic Romance Art<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The other day we were lamenting the lack of modern Woman Running from Houses cover art. Well Rob Kelly, </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Aquaman</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> enthusiast, artist and all around renaissance man has come to our rescue.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Please take the time to check our his newest piece </span><a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://robkellyillustration.blogspot.com/2010/06/mistress-of-moor.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mistress</span> of the Moor</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> and make sure to leave much praise.</span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-35011439816188367652010-05-31T18:05:00.007-04:002010-05-31T18:13:52.468-04:00The Last Member of the Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zOTw9B254EU5_w0ywum3mAiLWcB7nBNJf9YFk2dfpobFg0L21HD9Cun8ug2KlK_PAFnslQGvHvuwgztXKVZ3NLjaOxeO69d6pek1dmYepVk8CHA1U27l6JFIyW7VuifNrcCVF1e5wsp5/s1600/Last+Book.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zOTw9B254EU5_w0ywum3mAiLWcB7nBNJf9YFk2dfpobFg0L21HD9Cun8ug2KlK_PAFnslQGvHvuwgztXKVZ3NLjaOxeO69d6pek1dmYepVk8CHA1U27l6JFIyW7VuifNrcCVF1e5wsp5/s320/Last+Book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477554037728770226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The Last Member of the Family by Lois A. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sunagel</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Manor Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1979</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">FIRST TIME IN PAPERBACK</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNc9KfHZrj16IOE8Tw9vH5w1KSbO5rho3BgTUqKb-_wcFJpzfY4cAjuLnT-KGl370xYqMyBGTMce7C156NsdmjfZu8IPDe9gyBFsvXYF0kUuPSsQjCuwaK_kVBeMgX0eGczQnEi-diZ4K/s1600/Last+Book+Back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNc9KfHZrj16IOE8Tw9vH5w1KSbO5rho3BgTUqKb-_wcFJpzfY4cAjuLnT-KGl370xYqMyBGTMce7C156NsdmjfZu8IPDe9gyBFsvXYF0kUuPSsQjCuwaK_kVBeMgX0eGczQnEi-diZ4K/s320/Last+Book+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477554268803220482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">SHE SEARCHES FOR</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE AWFUL TRUTH!</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div>HOLLY BRADEN WALKS IN TERROR AS SHE<br />ENDEAVORS TO LEARN THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT<br />THE DEATH OF HER UNCLE WALTER, FROM WHO SHE<br />HAS INHERITED A SUBSTANTIAL FORTUNE AND THE<br />FAMOUS BRADEN SAILING MUSEUM. WOULD SHE BE<br />NEXT ON THE LIST OF THE KILLER WHO MURDERED<br />HER UNCLE? SHE ALMOST GOES INSANE BEFORE SHE<br />DISCOVERS THE IDENTITY OF THE MURDERERS AND<br />OF HER ONE TRUE LOVE.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Okay, the way I see it Holly Braden is living my dream! When am I going to inherit a museum. And my museum wouldn't even have to already be famous, I would be willing to settle for a lesser known museum. Preferably a wax museum.<br /><br />Of course that isn't to say, that I wouldn't be happy with some posh "Sailing Museum" and all the snottiness that implies. I'd just try my damnedest to make the whole think a little less intimidating to the everyday salt of the earth clientele. Maybe by adding a few wax sculptures or one of those amusement park pearl diving gift shops, like from Cedar Point back in the 80's, were you paid someone a few buck for a oyster, some dude in scuba gear would jump in to a tank, and you would close your eyes and wish a black pearl, or a freakishly large pearl or something to make that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">measly</span> investment really pay off.<br /><br />Or, if not that, at least one of those claw machines and a wing dedicated to <span style="font-style: italic;">things found in a shark</span>.<br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-12961231790443062962010-05-25T21:49:00.000-04:002010-05-25T21:50:38.782-04:00Gay for Lois Lane<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfz7spAa_H7r8aCbT3cdifoyKARCvzg7M5-5XWePQuLMiycfV1NFgpgM1nmS_RyepBWNLnq498BZkT4PZX6huLHc0KBUNRsylxrEkDfhpHWXAMun2wzXIyoSGv5B2C32udq8ktouUa34/s1600/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfz7spAa_H7r8aCbT3cdifoyKARCvzg7M5-5XWePQuLMiycfV1NFgpgM1nmS_RyepBWNLnq498BZkT4PZX6huLHc0KBUNRsylxrEkDfhpHWXAMun2wzXIyoSGv5B2C32udq8ktouUa34/s320/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475388133236401650" border="0" /></a>Need yet another blog in your life? Well I do! Please stop by and check out my new tribute to Lois Lane.<br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gayforloislane.blogspot.com/">Gay for Lois Lane</a><br /><br />Here I'll be sharing some of my favorite stories featuring the First Lady of Comics.Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-31169557486340307712010-05-12T21:20:00.001-04:002010-05-12T23:16:04.745-04:00Smut, Smut, Everywhere<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I am kind of out of the new book loop these days.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br />I love to read. In fact, some of my best college memories involved skipping class and spending all day reading. Why can't I do that now?! Oh, that's right, too many responsibilities. Anyway, that means that when I do have an opportunity to read I feel like the book should be, well, worth while.<br /><br />Not to say that I'm into self-help, I mean, how can you improve on perfection? Just something well written. It doesn't have to be Mark Twain, John Steinbeck, Alexandre Dumas or anything (Though that revenge stuff is total catnip) just something that's good. Please note: I still have spent my fair share of time reading rubbish but then I feel guilty about it. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Anyway, a friend of mine is what you might call an "author stalker-ho". If you've had a book published it is only a matter of time before she is picking through your garbage. At her invitation I joined her for an RT Booklovers Convention a couple of weeks ago. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">(I'm not sure, but I think the <span style="font-style: italic;">T</span> stands for Trash.) </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Wow, a chance to wander through tables and tables of less then "worth while" books.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I perused the wares of more than 300 authors looking for any modern WRFH covers to no avail.<br /><br />Could it be that Gothic romance covers, as we know them, have changed? Could it be that Gothic romances will soon be no more?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I have not idea. And, quite frankly, I'm don't feel like guessing.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But, from what I did see, I suspect that at the moment the implied supernatural of the Gothic romance "niche" has been replaced by actual monsters. And I'm not talking about Vampires and Werewolves. That is SO old school. No, I'm talking about lots of Zombie romance books. Or, if not romance, at least smut-trash. COULD ANYTHING BE GREATER? Nothing that I could thing of.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">So here are a few of the books I purchased:</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /><br />After a very entertaining conversation with </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://http//www.markhenry.us/">Mark Henry</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> I purchased his Happy </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Hour of the Damned</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Road Trip of the Living Dead</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> and </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Battle of the Network Zombies</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">. He promised his books were "now with extra zombie smut" so who could say no?<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmz4xU4V9UZlcyKA3Y3xjg6oDN0DFdxUL6UcY3s0xbmNluJTXju8dfF-yk7GZNoZUiO3Rzy2txQ3ewggp0k_bjVH_qh5O-Cdgv9XcnSwPOt0A3ZW1s1DO-3zVnHZa4ieARb-raekOBehn/s1600/Happy+Hour+1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmz4xU4V9UZlcyKA3Y3xjg6oDN0DFdxUL6UcY3s0xbmNluJTXju8dfF-yk7GZNoZUiO3Rzy2txQ3ewggp0k_bjVH_qh5O-Cdgv9XcnSwPOt0A3ZW1s1DO-3zVnHZa4ieARb-raekOBehn/s200/Happy+Hour+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470493930053482226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLMBpGDoz-OJ7_4eJF7quQu6MhIIMuhH9aFs7huTIO89ZOf3RxNBshx9gzSb4qsF654dXsA_q08CZeCxP7J0nWuh_kDATetlayZzWn6lMItdLmgM5XgEBAarI1VBWOTtSketYTrsY5UNw/s1600/Road+Trip+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">My Zombie Valentine</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> a collection of short stories by Katie MacAlister, Angie Fox, Marianne Mancusi and Lisa Cach.<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dN9xjM9zPC7dj2S18wk9qn5zK0CBr_R9DaA9rhP-_x8mwaHXd1BQzBVOzyZfAidBUCRJpnI5-j9BbyDmItXB7jDUU5aYrX81I1c0g99EqgA931EYPACuno3AxgVXcGXWxYbNJK5mQw84/s1600/my-zombie-valentine-300w.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_dN9xjM9zPC7dj2S18wk9qn5zK0CBr_R9DaA9rhP-_x8mwaHXd1BQzBVOzyZfAidBUCRJpnI5-j9BbyDmItXB7jDUU5aYrX81I1c0g99EqgA931EYPACuno3AxgVXcGXWxYbNJK5mQw84/s200/my-zombie-valentine-300w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470492932724862674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">And last, but certainly not least, after a rather, for lack of a better word, filthy conversation with </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.marioacevedo.com/home.htm">Mario Acevedo</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> I picked up his <span style="font-style: italic;">The Nymphos of Rocky Flats</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">X-Rated Bloodsuckers</span>, Jailbait Zombie, The Undead Kama Sutra and <span style="font-style: italic;">Werewolf </span>Smackdown<span style="font-style: italic;">: A Novel</span>.<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98UzPnmLRtvtBAio_1MNx25MbWqMsNsiqtsGh5X8JQOmcMI8LTlJv-FPSiQKgTQUS6ePDcaKl_2yqfN7YMViNNRG5hTdm62vc94dKSZw4aQ8KSrb0kgz17m5_qOMFwosogbFZEDzoWg0J/s1600/MANymphosCover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 117px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAyAiNrQhYUK2tQxCseBg3Iqp7xbfBQ9KUMeIKUtKvKx-SAoIDxUo_sQIFGYze6xnBAlb4DX9s84te2URl4B5i07aEfE_4z3S8Y6sVyWlpyWThsxqFM-f9ndBfxoglnHsWROZVqwnvIwy/s200/WerewolfSmackdownCover_M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490010771286498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Will I read these? Absolutely! When? That I can't say.</span><br /></div></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-15451785591657893312010-05-06T15:15:00.003-04:002010-05-06T15:22:27.335-04:00The Spectral Bride<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhoW5-opKblzn-lBvhoF30LBzoB48EZoTv7RKrtbrxmoVj316MjZlbHij2GQHkrbKEew_7_QNKltDJP8bhNyiKrzmIEbYBw_PBRNk3qTOn6rZhglvGcB89Tu1T8AmmF4KUD1Rlv6EAXOp/s1600/The+Spectral+Bride.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjhoW5-opKblzn-lBvhoF30LBzoB48EZoTv7RKrtbrxmoVj316MjZlbHij2GQHkrbKEew_7_QNKltDJP8bhNyiKrzmIEbYBw_PBRNk3qTOn6rZhglvGcB89Tu1T8AmmF4KUD1Rlv6EAXOp/s320/The+Spectral+Bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468233246768925394" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The Spectral Bride by Margaret Campbell</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Signet Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1975</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Terror or Romance,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Legend or Love?</span></span><br /><br />Was lovely Adelaide <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fenton</span></span> a simple country girl, or was<br />she the pale shadow of another maiden who had met<br />violent death many years before? Was handsome James<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Daintry</span></span>, the last Earl of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Seagroves</span></span>, a fanciful<br />young man, or the final victim of a legendary specter<br />which had taken its toll in madness and sorrow?<br />Was it the power of love which drew them together, or<br />were they caught in a darker pattern - cursed for a crime<br />they did not commit, reliving a tale they scarcely knew?<br /><br />Adelaide's family warned her not to look beyond her<br />station. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">James's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">advisors</span></span> tried to keep him from their<br />secret trysts. But fate beckoned them on, down a<br />pathway from which no once could turn them, on a journey<br />which must lead them to happiness or death ...<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">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, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">condemned</span> "where's the roof" abandoned church, kind of cemetery?<br /><br />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 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">assaulted</span> by chiggers.<br /><br />I just don't think that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">shaw</span> 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. </span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-71157588038635465322010-04-30T16:06:00.001-04:002010-04-30T16:11:24.479-04:00The House of Ravenbourne<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_s_30JOIAI4pEqOJKVAGdzxp0cw_gbjHKSr25lolhamI_jiy_8lqev-n7GslgQ4Ts8tQm4NEvt5IJ14mhkeE08gva2UwfA3slHRSU2huXDmtaUnHzYZFQ3nQcbJJPZAxwDLnIV_KRUgu/s1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio_s_30JOIAI4pEqOJKVAGdzxp0cw_gbjHKSr25lolhamI_jiy_8lqev-n7GslgQ4Ts8tQm4NEvt5IJ14mhkeE08gva2UwfA3slHRSU2huXDmtaUnHzYZFQ3nQcbJJPZAxwDLnIV_KRUgu/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779603419011538" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >The House of Ravensbourne by Mary Ann Gibbs</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Cover Art by Mort Engel</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Pyramid Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1964</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;">A SUDDEN TWIST OF FATE</span></span><br /><br />left Catherine Wittingham penniless and alone,<br />Disregarding the advice of others and her own<br />premonitions, she took the position of governess<br />in the foreboding Ravensbourne mansion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMYLh9xtDXFlHnqEw-6piU9nX1vWnOZUIGMMZDokxaJ5kA6fFia-k6J4GXz5qVM9ZLKnxD-U4gwrecHTt4b_eGbiz69ke35a6UhjWlj-3FZXJNivcv-2iTe_OZ4YzMQaEUqC6w3TfPuXL/s1600/Back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMMYLh9xtDXFlHnqEw-6piU9nX1vWnOZUIGMMZDokxaJ5kA6fFia-k6J4GXz5qVM9ZLKnxD-U4gwrecHTt4b_eGbiz69ke35a6UhjWlj-3FZXJNivcv-2iTe_OZ4YzMQaEUqC6w3TfPuXL/s320/Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779690817553026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But the chilling memory of Mary Ravensbourne<br />lurked in every shadow of the ill-fated house.<br />And Catherine found herself the terrified target<br />of unspeakable evil.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">A Gothic novel of romance and terror in the </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">tradition of Mary Stewart and Victoria Holt</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> Ah ... the penniless and alone. You've got to love them. They've got nothin' to lose and no one to protect them. I've got to get me one. Kind of like a canary in a coal mine, they seem to be able to detect unspeakable evil. And THAT always comes in handy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I like the cover but I LOVE the close up on the back cover. I think our <span style="font-style: italic;">amateur governess</span> would be one of those people who just photograph better in black and white. This cover is the work of the very talented Mort Engel. Below you'll find samples of some of his other work.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFhVz3UHdFpWSrAqe4jlH3LXkI8j_B0bZKojNpVvK74KI3_0btnOwSZGZ_Vp8j5SOA1B0T6Da1kBgCzQ1qoYZKc1kYNO37LZRowElhEsAnAIDWY-vlOFLHeiYZj-9v4mluur4QfVHtFa1/s1600/engel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFhVz3UHdFpWSrAqe4jlH3LXkI8j_B0bZKojNpVvK74KI3_0btnOwSZGZ_Vp8j5SOA1B0T6Da1kBgCzQ1qoYZKc1kYNO37LZRowElhEsAnAIDWY-vlOFLHeiYZj-9v4mluur4QfVHtFa1/s320/engel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021036623060178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Gorgeous!</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmP5u6sje5LTfuEbjAiIqSEa1LzJ3fGrlfI6MZdwkJEV9n5l6dXT2Z5wQMy-u-dFWotuGqwf9RWNYvVRne8poSiNaNbDoepR6uNbvYgfp9jGIpCxlMnnhXsbROTsIBd2UXJzv8SdIJIPMu/s1600/66.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmP5u6sje5LTfuEbjAiIqSEa1LzJ3fGrlfI6MZdwkJEV9n5l6dXT2Z5wQMy-u-dFWotuGqwf9RWNYvVRne8poSiNaNbDoepR6uNbvYgfp9jGIpCxlMnnhXsbROTsIBd2UXJzv8SdIJIPMu/s320/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021034181624290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The way he seems to not be paying any attention to what he is doing with that ax, makes me glad she's a nurse.</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCQh3tVmhwsENc4mebe1WH7aTh8IdfK4lehZzYXo0vK7fzc0GCuCnv2lbI5GS5WtglI9LrLKCtj-teU9yy7h7US2vPlt8zs_8yUV_tkYUumm1w4_3QxoSjH3wHeN6xQdPGKHweF62KMRV/s1600/66102.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCQh3tVmhwsENc4mebe1WH7aTh8IdfK4lehZzYXo0vK7fzc0GCuCnv2lbI5GS5WtglI9LrLKCtj-teU9yy7h7US2vPlt8zs_8yUV_tkYUumm1w4_3QxoSjH3wHeN6xQdPGKHweF62KMRV/s320/66102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021025122094162" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Ow .. I want that one. That is an official "Weird Dude on the Cover"!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvouvU-2SMjBa5dUo6hH0_HDA-O44jLJlegYoSr7ScCeXaq7dk9ZFlCJ315_AghelPzyLCgc2dJ-KkJtxS_c5Hkq1bxwLcYUU2kVU12fRvVmxqiywc__lXbvaiZxlpjjjOP0t3MuEId-LQ/s1600/87158.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvouvU-2SMjBa5dUo6hH0_HDA-O44jLJlegYoSr7ScCeXaq7dk9ZFlCJ315_AghelPzyLCgc2dJ-KkJtxS_c5Hkq1bxwLcYUU2kVU12fRvVmxqiywc__lXbvaiZxlpjjjOP0t3MuEId-LQ/s320/87158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021020821595026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Well this can't be good.<br />Even if no one plans to shoot anyone he's still drinking out of puddle. Ick!</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-75168608991428220542010-04-20T20:55:00.005-04:002010-04-20T21:13:38.014-04:00Thunder Heights & Baton Sinister<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKVglWXPspTJODRhZyskpdvxQCbJVDL1RsdN72aFT19FMtIk-c4pMy9olZxQYJWnndoJY3lAd1l5xtPK6ZtBiEA-IK59f-3xGc09POLqRN-tt1gdjRHWjAtC8peFbltoDPuNvZDxFEj82/s1600/Cover.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKVglWXPspTJODRhZyskpdvxQCbJVDL1RsdN72aFT19FMtIk-c4pMy9olZxQYJWnndoJY3lAd1l5xtPK6ZtBiEA-IK59f-3xGc09POLqRN-tt1gdjRHWjAtC8peFbltoDPuNvZDxFEj82/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375247731410066" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Thunder <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heightsl</span> by Phyllis A. Whitney<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Ace Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1960<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">"THUNDER HEIGHTS IS A SUSPENSE<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">AND LOVE STORY APPEALING TO THOSE<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">WHO LOVE BRONTE, DU <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">MAURIER</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">AND MARY STEWART"</span> </span><span>- Library Journal<br /></span><br />Years ago Camilla King's mother died under<br />mysterious circumstances at Thunder Heights,<br />a gloomy, menacing old Gothic mansion<br />along the banks of the Hudson River.<br /><br />Camilla's father, now dead, had always<br />forbidden her to set foot within Thunder<br />Heights' forbidding walls, but when her ailing<br />grandfather now summoned her, Camilla<br />went eagerly, hoping to find a home and a<br />family again.<br /><br />What she found in this nest of bitter rivalries,<br />enduring hates and constant<br />dangers was that the same fate<br />that had befallen her mother<br />was being readied for her!<br /><br />Its dark mood, brooking<br />atmosphere and realistic<br />backgrounds make<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THUNDER HEIGHTS</span><br />"A romantic tale in<br />the turn Gothic<br />tradition." - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Booklist</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRMhU93On3Kr3WVPJ_UnMG_T0ziMjXTPfXCdCMy734LW9I4DPfYBRasAUDqKXZKxqoAMi9vbH2ZgBn8C6r7XFrIsPC2iK5Iu_Vah5SvIXQ0mtuPijUw4KxC8aNgyPbLLem75Z1HnTnEgR/s1600/Back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBRMhU93On3Kr3WVPJ_UnMG_T0ziMjXTPfXCdCMy734LW9I4DPfYBRasAUDqKXZKxqoAMi9vbH2ZgBn8C6r7XFrIsPC2iK5Iu_Vah5SvIXQ0mtuPijUw4KxC8aNgyPbLLem75Z1HnTnEgR/s320/Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375239299647122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">I was already pretty impressed with this novel when I realized that </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">the <span style="font-style: italic;">Ft. Wayne News - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sentine</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;">l</span> compared it to "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rebecca</span>" but when the back also promised</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> "bitter rivalries" and "enduring hates" I was SOLD! Any one who has read this blog for any amount of time should know that the only thing better would be to boast "evil" and "the occult". This book is well deserving of my "Empty Promise" award. I promise I will read this one and get back to you regarding all of its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">splendor</span>.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Okay, I love cover illustrations from the 50's, 60's and 70's. for any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">genre</span>, but especially Gothic romance and the more racy men's novels. So when I ran into this graphic little cover, I had to scoop it up.</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0sPS88Gyshehl3mTLgzJ8nrfQaGz5Wh9_qRFc5HhGhabnZ3x0THXmQG6Z-RoI5WWuBRaKjm2gQjMdgXfvpmTfMI0cmANR4HdyJEcCHpHnQZrSl79BhClPIViZpfbzqo2w0L16sx2N1SG/s1600/Banton+Sinister+Front.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig0sPS88Gyshehl3mTLgzJ8nrfQaGz5Wh9_qRFc5HhGhabnZ3x0THXmQG6Z-RoI5WWuBRaKjm2gQjMdgXfvpmTfMI0cmANR4HdyJEcCHpHnQZrSl79BhClPIViZpfbzqo2w0L16sx2N1SG/s320/Banton+Sinister+Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375238540669154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">This back cover promises that Baton Sinister is going to duel and wench his way through "the glittering pomp of Renaissance Genoa". With this cover I believe it! </span><br /></div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFkWbBBE0XYJV0VFsvvjphWjagJDPxhXztsZZICtODWntwbQf_NxeTeGmxH6QBX96pAOC1hEdEsMOZGLn01MiFxXaQCMVLwgn8utwJSS5w8D1f06hd5-omjOD1aR4qAXzWvVBKhuOgzuFD/s1600/Banton+Sinister+Back.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFkWbBBE0XYJV0VFsvvjphWjagJDPxhXztsZZICtODWntwbQf_NxeTeGmxH6QBX96pAOC1hEdEsMOZGLn01MiFxXaQCMVLwgn8utwJSS5w8D1f06hd5-omjOD1aR4qAXzWvVBKhuOgzuFD/s320/Banton+Sinister+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375230110309938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"> Some how it seems dirtier in red.</span><br /></div>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-51991338414018809922010-04-13T15:45:00.003-04:002010-04-13T17:16:08.152-04:00This Ancient Evil<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNwIWnkbWpNlR41dUV8MUfIri9fEAs5NCR12OWierCDzbXxPTKbr4JU9WKd8iNm2GphF1yV0uroqY3TptzJFLmNil8prjS6l3ap1f1OQKZMNCcAz02OHZuKJMgqeRSYp9cQT-Xq4lijyx/s1600/This+Ancient+Evil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGNwIWnkbWpNlR41dUV8MUfIri9fEAs5NCR12OWierCDzbXxPTKbr4JU9WKd8iNm2GphF1yV0uroqY3TptzJFLmNil8prjS6l3ap1f1OQKZMNCcAz02OHZuKJMgqeRSYp9cQT-Xq4lijyx/s320/This+Ancient+Evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459707918557113202" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >This Ancient Evil by Dorothy Daniels<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >published by Lancer Books</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Copyright 1966<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE BROODING GHOSTS</span><br /><br />Verna Ward was worried. Worried ... and determined<br />in spite of her fear.<br /><br />A strange, apparently supernatural menace had taken<br />hold of her best friend, Lucia. Elusive and silent by<br />day - she walked by night and performed rituals to<br />the Aztec gods whose pyramid temple loomed men-<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">acingly</span> over the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mendoz</span> ranch.<br /><br />Verna had to find the explanation - no matter what the<br />cost of her own life and wonderful new love ...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Unless Verna Ward plans to handle some highly toxic liquid I don't know why she is wearing those awful gloves.<br /><br />Several years back I worked for the kind of research and development company where there were almost as many men in military uniforms as there were people in lab coats, and I can tell you that her gloves are pretty heavy duty for a chick wearing a bow that's wider than her waist.<br /><br />But maybe the bow is so large to help <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">minimise</span> her waist and the gigantic "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Umbrella</span> Corporation" gloves are to distract from the crazy-ass giant bow. Maybe her whole fashion statement is a variation on the "Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly" thing and if we were able to see her feet it would just get WAY uglier.<br /><br />I'd sure like to think so!<br /></span>Spectergirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496noreply@blogger.com0