<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:23:51.216-05:00</updated><category term='Anne Buxton'/><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='Jan Alexander'/><category term='Abduction'/><category term='Anne Maybury'/><category term='Strange Dude on the Cover'/><category term='Willa Jay'/><category term='Investigation'/><category term='Sharon Sala'/><category term='Elizabeth Peters'/><category term='Satanic Power'/><category term='Icy Husband'/><category term='Willo Davis Roberts'/><category term='Rough Puberty'/><category term='Lust'/><category term='Kind of Easy'/><category term='Macfadden-Bartell Books'/><category term='Signet Books'/><category term='Mary Linn Roby'/><category term='Horrible Death'/><category term='Family Farm'/><category term='Private Girls School'/><category term='Anne Knoll'/><category term='Girl Without A Past'/><category term='Mort Engel'/><category term='Memory LoGirl Without A Past'/><category term='Elisabeth Ogilvie'/><category term='Special Message'/><category term='Clarissa Ross'/><category term='Alice Abbott'/><category term='Rage'/><category term='Sidney Stuart'/><category term='Prisoner'/><category term='Fog'/><category term='Skull'/><category term='Ariadne Pritchett'/><category term='Bitter Hate'/><category term='Turbulent Sea'/><category term='Mary Kay Simmons'/><category term='Dewey Ward'/><category term='Having to Choose Between Multiple Men/Women'/><category term='Danger'/><category term='Resentment Toward Americans'/><category term='Arrogant Husband'/><category term='Angela Gray'/><category term='Horribly Scarred'/><category term='Multiple Personalities'/><category term='Lancer Books'/><category term='Ghostly Screams'/><category term='Employment'/><category term='Treacherous Bog'/><category term='Questional Nookbook Spotlight'/><category term='Bad Boys'/><category term='Ruth Wissmann'/><category term='Museum'/><category term='Janet Lovesmith'/><category term='Men in Blue Series'/><category term='Victoria Holt'/><category term='Mysterious Death'/><category term='Married to Stranger'/><category term='Never Knew Love'/><category term='Actress'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Imagining Things'/><category term='Pyramid Books'/><category term='Zebra Books'/><category term='Mary Stewart'/><category term='Andrea Delmonico'/><category term='Bettina Kingsley'/><category term='Dark Shadows'/><category term='American Indian'/><category term='Impending Madness'/><category term='Margaret Erskine'/><category term='Recluse'/><category term='Isolated Mansion'/><category term='Marriage of Convenience'/><category term='Gray Morrow'/><category term='Orphan'/><category term='Sell of Soul'/><category term='Doom'/><category term='Louis L&apos;Amours'/><category term='Manor Books'/><category term='Center Part'/><category term='Dorothy Daniels'/><category term='Strange Voice'/><category term='Mary Westmacott'/><category term='Robert McGinnis'/><category term='London'/><category term='Prestige Books'/><category term='Elizabeth Ferrars'/><category term='Mansion of Doom'/><category term='Threesome'/><category term='Walter Popp'/><category term='Warning'/><category term='Victorian'/><category term='Isolated Town'/><category term='Phenwick Women'/><category term='Grace Corren'/><category term='Katherine Wigmore Eyre'/><category term='Paul W. 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Durston'/><category term='No Bra'/><category term='Harry Bennett'/><category term='Mirian Canfield'/><category term='Dorothy Eden'/><category term='Paperback Library'/><category term='Debtors Prison'/><category term='Ghastly Secret'/><category term='Chris Waynar'/><category term='Mental Breakdown'/><category term='Spectre'/><category term='Nervous Breakdown'/><category term='Product Ad'/><category term='Ace Books'/><category term='Hellish Abyss'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Elsie Lee'/><category term='Alice Brennan'/><category term='Magnificent Mansion'/><title type='text'>Women Running from Houses</title><subtitle type='html'>a gothic novel reading list</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1599163415910787370</id><published>2011-11-24T00:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:26:59.039-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questional Nookbook Spotlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bi-Sexuallity'/><title type='text'>I'm Thankful for Bi-Sexual Cowboys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I figure most people fall on one of two sides in the sexuality debate. They are either fine with homo-sexuality and bi-sexuality or they are fine with it as long as everyone involved is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; The Lady Makes Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;has got everyone covered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I discovered this little gem while browsing the plethora of available eBooks on my Nook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Since my S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hirtless Cop with a Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ZuuqabvE8/TsvupsYx55I/AAAAAAAADxM/U4hY2b3nl8k/s1600/101393033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ZuuqabvE8/TsvupsYx55I/AAAAAAAADxM/U4hY2b3nl8k/s320/101393033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677894155287783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Lady Makes Three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Admittedly the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;danger that threatens them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Anyway, if you have ever read this book, I beg you, please, please, please give us your review. You can be my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hope everyone has as Happy a Thanksgiving as Maddy Dalton!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1599163415910787370?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1599163415910787370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-thankful-for-bi-sexual-cowboys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1599163415910787370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1599163415910787370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-thankful-for-bi-sexual-cowboys.html' title='I&apos;m Thankful for Bi-Sexual Cowboys'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9ZuuqabvE8/TsvupsYx55I/AAAAAAAADxM/U4hY2b3nl8k/s72-c/101393033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6662138120361254636</id><published>2011-10-13T13:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T11:37:50.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earl of Something or Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghostly Screams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooding Man'/><title type='text'>The Ghostly Screams of Stormhaven - You had me at Ghostly Screams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJqI9BksiC0/Tpb-fi-4glI/AAAAAAAADmg/j7ekk0_TDdM/s1600/Ghostly%2BScreams%2Bof%2BStormhaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJqI9BksiC0/Tpb-fi-4glI/AAAAAAAADmg/j7ekk0_TDdM/s320/Ghostly%2BScreams%2Bof%2BStormhaven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662993399384932946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Ghostly Screams of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stormhaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clarawimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Zebra Gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't go up there alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Stevens knew she had been lucky to obtain a position with the wealthy Earl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chesham&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stormhaven&lt;/span&gt;. She was awed by the magnificence of the manor house, and even more so by the master himself - the dark and brooking Derek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vanderworth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Stormhaven&lt;/span&gt;, and Elizabeth wondered if the ghostly screams she heard might soon be her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow! This books sounds pretty damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it looks like we probably have a whole lot of Jane Eyre going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have the brooding and arrogant Earl. For brooding and arrogant I'm more than willing to throw aside by love of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blondes&lt;/span&gt;. 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!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, and most importantly, we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GHOSTLY SCREAMS&lt;/span&gt;! 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;female's&lt;/span&gt; neck could hold up that much hair, but I'm certainly not going to let that ruin the story for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heroine&lt;/span&gt; sporting a t- shirt with my picture on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6662138120361254636?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6662138120361254636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghostly-screams-of-stormhaven-you-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6662138120361254636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6662138120361254636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/10/ghostly-screams-of-stormhaven-you-had.html' title='The Ghostly Screams of Stormhaven - You had me at Ghostly Screams.'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJqI9BksiC0/Tpb-fi-4glI/AAAAAAAADmg/j7ekk0_TDdM/s72-c/Ghostly%2BScreams%2Bof%2BStormhaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2345357968141742933</id><published>2011-10-03T15:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:03:14.284-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brilliant Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Switching Places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zebra Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Knoll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Author Picture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Offer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gambling Problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debtors Prison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advertisement'/><title type='text'>The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor, a little bit of Sexy WTF &amp; the best author picture ever! - The return of Women Running from Houses</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Shog0oxcI/TkU_R1aFcaI/AAAAAAAADZg/VyfwxacvT1c/s320/Lost%2BLady%2Bof%2BHathway%2BManor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639983683978228130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;font-size:small;"&gt;The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;by Anne Knoll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published by Zebra Gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright 1992&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;"&gt;"You'd best trust me, Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;You may need my help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced to flee America or land in debtors' prison, India&lt;br /&gt;Chantelle found herself on a ship bound for London where&lt;br /&gt;her actor father could put gambling behind him and make a&lt;br /&gt;fresh start. India enjoyed her shipboard friendship with&lt;br /&gt;orphaned heiress Katherine Hathaway, on her way home to&lt;br /&gt;Cornwall to await her eighteenth birthday and her&lt;br /&gt;inheritance. Then Katherine made an impulsive proposal:&lt;br /&gt;that the two young women, who looked much alike,&lt;br /&gt;exchange identities for six  months. Katherine craved the&lt;br /&gt;excitement of the London theatre, and wouldn't India just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; a long vaction at a stately British mansion, especially&lt;br /&gt;since Katherine insisted on paying off her father's debts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Katherine had another reason for not wanting to await&lt;br /&gt;her inheritance within the walls of Hathaway Manor. Upon&lt;br /&gt;arriving at the gloomy, fogbound house, India was&lt;br /&gt;immediately aware of a scarely concealed hostility toward&lt;br /&gt;"dear Cousin Katherine" who would soon be chatelaine of the&lt;br /&gt;vast estate. And though handsome, brilliant Jordan Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;always appeared just in time to rescue her from the small&lt;br /&gt;accidents that kept occurring, it wasn't long before India&lt;br /&gt;realized that something shocking had happened to Katherine&lt;br /&gt;as a small child - something they all feared she might&lt;br /&gt;remember and reveal - and that someone was trying to&lt;br /&gt;frighten her away ... or silence her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;"&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Lost Lady of&lt;br /&gt;Hathaway&lt;br /&gt;Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Truth be told &lt;i&gt;The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor&lt;/i&gt; 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.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;And there's a riverboat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG7KJRDIjno/TonbtUTifQI/AAAAAAAADks/C9dxvV74jxo/s1600/Sexy%2BAd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG7KJRDIjno/TonbtUTifQI/AAAAAAAADks/C9dxvV74jxo/s320/Sexy%2BAd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659295978358996226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Oh, and they also really, really, really want to &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; you four free books. At least they really want to give you something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sG7KJRDIjno/TonbtUTifQI/AAAAAAAADks/C9dxvV74jxo/s1600/Sexy%2BAd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwXk1hE5Bpk/TonbtOSaCZI/AAAAAAAADkk/t2L79pkc9nI/s1600/BookMarkAd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PwXk1hE5Bpk/TonbtOSaCZI/AAAAAAAADkk/t2L79pkc9nI/s320/BookMarkAd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659295976743635346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;He has quite the round bottom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMsnkDpb9Go/TkU_JqByuVI/AAAAAAAADZY/aZHT5Td1uMk/s1600/BarbaraCartland.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eMsnkDpb9Go/TkU_JqByuVI/AAAAAAAADZY/aZHT5Td1uMk/s320/BarbaraCartland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639983543484594514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); "&gt;If I ever write a romance novel, and I totally should being an expert in the field of all things &lt;i&gt;steamy&lt;/i&gt;, I want a picture just like this. Except it would have my dachshund Vincent (Price) and I'd be wearing far more fur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Spectergirl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYQmtoNUh3I/TooI3TG2glI/AAAAAAAADk0/IbNUUcRgvDw/s320/House%2Bof%2BBlog%2BSmall%2BLink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659345627859288658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Just click on the link above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Not on Facebook? Well ... aren't you an island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2345357968141742933?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2345357968141742933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/10/lost-lady-of-hathaway-manor-little-bit.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2345357968141742933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2345357968141742933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/10/lost-lady-of-hathaway-manor-little-bit.html' title='The Lost Lady of Hathaway Manor, a little bit of Sexy WTF &amp; the best author picture ever! - The return of Women Running from Houses'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_Shog0oxcI/TkU_R1aFcaI/AAAAAAAADZg/VyfwxacvT1c/s72-c/Lost%2BLady%2Bof%2BHathway%2BManor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1498942808965883789</id><published>2011-02-16T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:30:36.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharon Sala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silhouette Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shirtless Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Men in Blue Series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Police Officer'/><title type='text'>Running From Prison? &amp; Nurses Need Love Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azZIPGvqMp0/TVv1MgdRfLI/AAAAAAAADUQ/w_kJnEpqLPI/s1600/A%252BPlace%252BTo%252BCall%252BHome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azZIPGvqMp0/TVv1MgdRfLI/AAAAAAAADUQ/w_kJnEpqLPI/s320/A%252BPlace%252BTo%252BCall%252BHome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574318559021071538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What makes this piece of garage sale &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; 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?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I want to clue you into a great blog. I have recently spoken Susannah who runs a blog called &lt;a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vintage Nurse Romance Novels&lt;/a&gt;. 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susannah has been kind enough to share a fabulous Nurse Running from a Castle cover, &lt;a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/2010/12/nurse-at-castle.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And what I like to think is a Nurse Running from a Trailer Park, &lt;a href="http://vintagenurseromancenovels.blogspot.com/2011/02/door-to-door-nurse.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure to check her out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1498942808965883789?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1498942808965883789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-from-prison-nurses-need-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1498942808965883789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1498942808965883789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2011/01/running-from-prison-nurses-need-love.html' title='Running From Prison? &amp; Nurses Need Love Too'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-azZIPGvqMp0/TVv1MgdRfLI/AAAAAAAADUQ/w_kJnEpqLPI/s72-c/A%252BPlace%252BTo%252BCall%252BHome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2568912915915456829</id><published>2010-11-09T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:05:26.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Maybury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne Buxton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email from Reader'/><title type='text'>The Winds of Night Original Art - Identify that Artist!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TNmqtBtAGhI/AAAAAAAADQg/XXZcAmkAilQ/s1600/The%2BWinds%2Bof%2BNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TNmqtBtAGhI/AAAAAAAADQg/XXZcAmkAilQ/s400/The%2BWinds%2Bof%2BNight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537644907356756498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hello everyone. I just received a email from Tom who is the proud owner of the original artwork for T&lt;i&gt;he Winds of Night&lt;/i&gt; by Anne Buxton, writing as Anne Maybury. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Tom has been kind enough to have posted a scan of this image, along with some other great stuff  on his &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tom1231/4036120822/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt; page. Click the link to take a look. I really like the fantastic &lt;i&gt;Secrets of Haunted House&lt;/i&gt; cover. Sadly, an issue  NOT in my collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks Tom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2568912915915456829?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2568912915915456829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/11/winds-of-night-original-art-identify.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2568912915915456829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2568912915915456829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/11/winds-of-night-original-art-identify.html' title='The Winds of Night Original Art - Identify that Artist!'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TNmqtBtAGhI/AAAAAAAADQg/XXZcAmkAilQ/s72-c/The%2BWinds%2Bof%2BNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6171192163778383654</id><published>2010-10-19T20:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T10:23:35.580-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louis L&apos;Amours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ballsy Author'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fawcett Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Indian'/><title type='text'>Snow Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TLyGADgGNXI/AAAAAAAADNQ/w7ak6Z7jwwo/s1600/Snow+Shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TLyGADgGNXI/AAAAAAAADNQ/w7ak6Z7jwwo/s320/Snow+Shadow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529441778002179442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Snow Shadow by Andre Norton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt; Crest Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright 1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Being able to step back into the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;seemed a wonderful stroke of luck for Erica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jansen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Northanger&lt;/span&gt; Abbey was like another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;world. And her introduction to the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there had come from a charming man,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Preston Donner. She felt very fortunate indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRISONER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHADOWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But from the moment she became a guest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at the Abbey, she felt like a prisoner. First&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there were the arguments she couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;avoid ... then the murders she could not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ignore ... and then the man who stepped out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of her own buried past to entwine her in a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;terror from which she saw no escape ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Craft&lt;/span&gt; but you get the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Snow Shadow&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shirley&lt;/span&gt; Jackson, we'd all be eating a chalupa right now. Her author of choice, Jane Austen. Again, pretty ballsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;L'Amour's&lt;/span&gt; got nothing on Andre Norton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I almost forgot, I have a signature here but I am having a bit of a problem reading it. Any guesses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6171192163778383654?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6171192163778383654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow-shadow.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6171192163778383654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6171192163778383654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/10/snow-shadow.html' title='Snow Shadow'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TLyGADgGNXI/AAAAAAAADNQ/w7ak6Z7jwwo/s72-c/Snow+Shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2832594493302771377</id><published>2010-09-07T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:43:49.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paul W. Fairman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Janet Lovesmith'/><title type='text'>The Lock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TIbkIIQxUXI/AAAAAAAADGs/NdtgB7AYPC0/s1600/TheLockCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TIbkIIQxUXI/AAAAAAAADGs/NdtgB7AYPC0/s320/TheLockCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514345622069662066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lock by Janet Lovesmith (Paul W. Fairman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published by Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;FROM THE WORLD BEYOND&lt;br /&gt;WAS STALKING&lt;br /&gt;YOUNG LYN COURTNEY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lock was huge, rusted, ungainly. It guarded the&lt;br /&gt;tomb that lay behind the old house - the tomb of the&lt;br /&gt;ill-fated Gantry clan. Lyn Courtney, who had come to&lt;br /&gt;work at Gantry Hill, became fascinated, haunted by&lt;br /&gt;that lock. Her fears, her hopes, her fantasies cnetered&lt;br /&gt;around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it explain the puzzling behavior of good-looking&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Gantry? The mystery of beautiful, volatile&lt;br /&gt;Lila? The invisible creature that even now was stalking&lt;br /&gt;young Lyn? She must find out - if it wasn't already&lt;br /&gt;too late ,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUEEN-SIZE GOTHICS are a new idea. They offer the&lt;br /&gt;very best in novels of romantic suspense, by the top&lt;br /&gt;writers, greater in length and drama, richer in reading&lt;br /&gt;pleasure. Each book is guaranteed to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"READING FIT FOR A QUEEN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2832594493302771377?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2832594493302771377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/09/lock.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2832594493302771377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2832594493302771377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/09/lock.html' title='The Lock'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TIbkIIQxUXI/AAAAAAAADGs/NdtgB7AYPC0/s72-c/TheLockCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2792632826933030346</id><published>2010-08-09T21:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:47:33.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hector Garrido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Investigation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitter Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Daniels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suicide'/><title type='text'>Night Shade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCZ7nw22mI/AAAAAAAAC9g/-JcVYGPAoh8/s1600/Night+Shade+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCZ7nw22mI/AAAAAAAAC9g/-JcVYGPAoh8/s320/Night+Shade+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503567994211981922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Night Shade by Dorothy Daniels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cover art by Hector Garrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Pocket Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1976&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCZt36o4pI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/3GPsUX4-gC4/s1600/Night+Shade+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCZt36o4pI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/3GPsUX4-gC4/s320/Night+Shade+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503567758029808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alsion, a lovely, young clinical psychologies, was&lt;br /&gt;called to investigate the possible suicide of a cor-&lt;br /&gt;porate giant, Clifford Dalton. She knew of the&lt;br /&gt;dead man's harsh reputation, his last bitter words,&lt;br /&gt;and his recorded threat to return and ruin all his&lt;br /&gt;enemies. At the request of Dalton's relatives, a&lt;br /&gt;medium was brought to a seance, and contact with&lt;br /&gt;Dalton's spirit was made. From then on, his shade&lt;br /&gt;haunted the household, and his maniacal laugh&lt;br /&gt;resounded in the halls. Suddenly, two people asso-&lt;br /&gt;ciated with the investigation were murdered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alsion zeroed in on the truth, she realized that&lt;br /&gt;she was marked as the next victim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sounds to me like Clifford Dalton is someone I could really relate to. I'm not talking about the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;corporate giant&lt;/span&gt; thing, or even the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harsh reputation&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lodge Sinister &lt;/span&gt;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!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjMWVF5pI/AAAAAAAAC94/bK2lpJLZMs0/s1600/Image+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjMWVF5pI/AAAAAAAAC94/bK2lpJLZMs0/s320/Image+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578177194550930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjM9kNNHI/AAAAAAAAC-A/KESO-YXCSFo/s1600/Image+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjM9kNNHI/AAAAAAAAC-A/KESO-YXCSFo/s320/Image+%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578187726926962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjMErZLtI/AAAAAAAAC9w/GV5kLk79iMc/s1600/Image+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjMErZLtI/AAAAAAAAC9w/GV5kLk79iMc/s320/Image+%233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578172456251090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjLc4UrfI/AAAAAAAAC9o/C7eoiYJVdJE/s1600/Image+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCjLc4UrfI/AAAAAAAAC9o/C7eoiYJVdJE/s320/Image+%234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503578161773063666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You can see more of Hector Garrido's cover work Nancy Drew Mysteries and The Hardy Boys series of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2792632826933030346?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2792632826933030346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-shade.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2792632826933030346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2792632826933030346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-shade.html' title='Night Shade'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TGCZ7nw22mI/AAAAAAAAC9g/-JcVYGPAoh8/s72-c/Night+Shade+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3328403295641538635</id><published>2010-07-20T14:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T14:14:55.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Dude on the Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Roberts Rinehart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arrogant Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Icy Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married to Stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnificent Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><title type='text'>This Strange Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TEXhsOM0cjI/AAAAAAAACrA/yXwN-ioj3BE/s1600/This+Strange+Adventure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TEXhsOM0cjI/AAAAAAAACrA/yXwN-ioj3BE/s320/This+Strange+Adventure.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496047070117917234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This Strange Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published by Dell Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright 1971&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Wedded to Terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young and beautiful Missie Colfax was&lt;div&gt;willing to keep her bargain with Wesley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dexter when she married this worldly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;older man and came to live in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;magnifi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cent mansion. She would do anything to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;escape the poverty and want of her youth -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even be a wife to a man she barely knew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missie could not suspect the twisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;torment behind the icy arrogance of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bridegroom ... nor realize until too late the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horror that awaited her in the hands of a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man bent on making her the victim of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a strange and terrible vengeance ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARY ROBERTS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RINEHART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whose bestseller novels have thrilled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;millions the world over, has in This Strange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adventure created a truly haunting story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of romance and danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Hate to break it to you Missie, but I'm not hearing anything all that out of the norm here. I mean aren't &lt;i&gt;Wedded&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Terror&lt;/i&gt; synonymous with one another? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Every wife must play her part in her husband's strange and terrible vengeance, it's in the job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt;. 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;And if your husband isn't caressing you with the hands of a man bent on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vengeance&lt;/span&gt;, you're just not doing your job right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3328403295641538635?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3328403295641538635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-strange-adventure.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3328403295641538635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3328403295641538635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-strange-adventure.html' title='This Strange Adventure'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TEXhsOM0cjI/AAAAAAAACrA/yXwN-ioj3BE/s72-c/This+Strange+Adventure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5963964050376497958</id><published>2010-07-02T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:14:25.257-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prestige Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Brennan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghastly Secret'/><title type='text'>The Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TC6j-vlR5sI/AAAAAAAACjY/2ihCUpkks-c/s1600/The+Haunted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TC6j-vlR5sI/AAAAAAAACjY/2ihCUpkks-c/s320/The+Haunted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489505294131259074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Haunted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Prestige Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;LIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was terribly wrong. Jennifer Stone's&lt;br /&gt;brother, in Vietnam, hadn't heard from his wife&lt;br /&gt;Marcy for six months, and Jennifer had to find out&lt;br /&gt;why. But she had hardly arrived at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnsted&lt;/span&gt; farm, where Marcy was staying, when&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Horace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barnsted&lt;/span&gt; tried to drive her away.&lt;br /&gt;Even Aunt Elna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barnsted&lt;/span&gt;, who welcomed Jennifer's&lt;br /&gt;presence, hardly seemed trustworthy, and handsome&lt;br /&gt;young Lyman Parks, friendly enough at first&lt;br /&gt;suddenly turned hostile. As for Marcy, she had&lt;br /&gt;changed shockingly - a mental breakdown had&lt;br /&gt;turned the once - beautiful girl into a frightened&lt;br /&gt;child, incapable of speaking her secret.&lt;br /&gt;There were explanations, of course - Elna had&lt;br /&gt;explanations for everything - but somehow they&lt;br /&gt;just didn't ring true. Jennifer had never before&lt;br /&gt;known such an atmosphere of falsehood and deceit,&lt;br /&gt;of lives with secrets desperately concealed. And&lt;br /&gt;slowly in dawned on her that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Barnsteds&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;longer wanted her to leave the farm. In fact, if they&lt;br /&gt;had their way, she would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; leave.&lt;br /&gt;Not alive, that is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; an ample supply of matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;simpleton&lt;/span&gt;. Always. Marcy is just theirs. Doug is ours. Or, as my Grandmother has called him for all the years I can remember, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poor Dumb Doug&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5963964050376497958?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5963964050376497958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/07/haunted.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5963964050376497958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5963964050376497958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/07/haunted.html' title='The Haunted'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TC6j-vlR5sI/AAAAAAAACjY/2ihCUpkks-c/s72-c/The+Haunted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3124174270890241098</id><published>2010-06-18T23:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:00:33.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paperback Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas, Quentin and the Scorpio Curse - Book 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TBws9LQPA2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/c9KUCdMNKXg/s1600/DShadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TBws9LQPA2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/c9KUCdMNKXg/s320/DShadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484307875734946658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Barnabas, Quentin and the Scorpio Curse by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TBwrO-GBSeI/AAAAAAAACYI/iptRwDs--ZQ/s1600/DShadows2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TBwrO-GBSeI/AAAAAAAACYI/iptRwDs--ZQ/s320/DShadows2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484305982416832994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS THE SIGN OF SCORPIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MARK OF DEATH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror reigns at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; when several&lt;br /&gt;patients at a nearby psychiatric clinic at&lt;br /&gt;which Barnabas Collins is a patient are&lt;br /&gt;stabbed to death. Each victim's forehead is&lt;br /&gt;marked with a scorpion, the zodiacal symbol&lt;br /&gt;of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Diana Collins, another relative of the&lt;br /&gt;Collins family who is undergoing psychiatric&lt;br /&gt;treatment at the hospital, finds a bloody knife&lt;br /&gt;in her room. Diana, whose astrological sign&lt;br /&gt;is Scorpio, is afraid that she may have com-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mitted&lt;/span&gt; the murders during one of her black-&lt;br /&gt;outs. The fear that she is losing her mind is&lt;br /&gt;compounded when no one will believe she has&lt;br /&gt;seen a strange, wolf-like creature prowling&lt;br /&gt;the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only person who will listen to her story&lt;br /&gt;is Barnabas. But how can he help her when&lt;br /&gt;he too has become a suspect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we know that Barnabas has  a weird cousin fetish but, as it was recently pointed out to me, the sexual tension in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt;, a house that always seems to be dripping with various vagabonds from some branch of the family or other, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;could be cut with a knife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Josette&lt;/span&gt;, is sporting a Harvey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fierstein&lt;/span&gt; longing for love. But the real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;culprit&lt;/span&gt;, I think, is Quentin Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about that man oozes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;riding-crop to the ass while you're not looking&lt;/span&gt;. 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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt; in the props room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you come complaining about yet another Dark Shadows paperback on WRFH, you can blame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mykal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Banta's&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;a href="http://www.goldkeystories.com/2010/06/dark-shadows-no-28-october-1974.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you are interested in viewing the 1968 set of View-Master reels of Dark Shadows click &lt;a href="http://viewmaster3d.blogspot.com/2010/04/dark-shadows-1968.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3124174270890241098?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3124174270890241098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/barnabas-quentin-and-scorpio-curse-book.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3124174270890241098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3124174270890241098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/barnabas-quentin-and-scorpio-curse-book.html' title='Barnabas, Quentin and the Scorpio Curse - Book 23'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TBws9LQPA2I/AAAAAAAACYQ/c9KUCdMNKXg/s72-c/DShadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-728748823923140828</id><published>2010-06-08T12:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:33:42.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religious Cult'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Carol, the Pursued &amp; NIghts with Sasquatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TA8CKeVcb0I/AAAAAAAACNA/ye3Vn0TGi9E/s1600/Carol+the+Pursued.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TA8CKeVcb0I/AAAAAAAACNA/ye3Vn0TGi9E/s320/Carol+the+Pursued.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480601650498137922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Carol, the Pursued by Katheryn Kimbrough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;KATHERYN KIMBROUGH'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Saga of the Phenwich Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CAROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THE PURSUED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of Gothic romances ever conceived.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;all exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A captive of a nightmare religious cult&lt;/span&gt; - that was the&lt;br /&gt;fate that beautiful young Carol Ingraham fled, as she&lt;br /&gt;fought to achieve her destiny as a Phenwick woman. It&lt;br /&gt;was her parents who first put her in the power of the&lt;br /&gt;Shilohite cult, led by a man who turned his followers&lt;br /&gt;into puppetlike slaves, made every woman an instru-&lt;br /&gt;ment of men's lusts, and forbade all contact with out-&lt;br /&gt;siders. It was a savage attack on her person that woke&lt;br /&gt;her to danger, and a freakish accident that let her make&lt;br /&gt;a break for freedom. It was a Phenwick heir who fell in&lt;br /&gt;love with her, yet could not understand the inner&lt;br /&gt;demons tormenting her or the evil closing in on her.&lt;br /&gt;And it was only her own courage and strength that&lt;br /&gt;could save her when she could fee no more ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there is something wanting in this cover. Perhaps it is the lack of robes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I would like to share another paperback I picked up a few weeks ago for the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TA8CAmKN4tI/AAAAAAAACM4/IedYRy-EqRk/s1600/Nights+with+Sasquatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TA8CAmKN4tI/AAAAAAAACM4/IedYRy-EqRk/s320/Nights+with+Sasquatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480601480799838930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; If I was ever raped by bigfoot and then wrote a book about it I don't think I would give it such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; 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 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; title, I would also give it a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy&lt;/span&gt; cover. Or at least have the cover artist make me look hotter than THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I give you that her make-up isn't smeared at all, which seems unlikely in the circumstances, but that hair is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Bigfoot should be hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-728748823923140828?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/728748823923140828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/carol-pursued-nights-with-sasquatch.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/728748823923140828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/728748823923140828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/carol-pursued-nights-with-sasquatch.html' title='Carol, the Pursued &amp; NIghts with Sasquatch'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TA8CKeVcb0I/AAAAAAAACNA/ye3Vn0TGi9E/s72-c/Carol+the+Pursued.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-717001646475282224</id><published>2010-06-08T11:23:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:34:42.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WRFH Inspired Art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Modern Gothic Romance Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The other day we were lamenting the lack of modern Woman Running from Houses cover art. Well Rob Kelly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; enthusiast, artist and all around renaissance man has come to our rescue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Please take the time to check our his newest piece &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;" href="http://robkellyillustration.blogspot.com/2010/06/mistress-of-moor.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mistress&lt;/span&gt; of the Moor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and make sure to leave much praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-717001646475282224?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/717001646475282224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/modern-gothic-romance-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/717001646475282224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/717001646475282224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/06/modern-gothic-romance-art.html' title='Modern Gothic Romance Art'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3501143981618836765</id><published>2010-05-31T18:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T18:13:52.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threat to Sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inheriting Fortune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manor Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lois A. Sunagel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>The Last Member of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TAQuYEDUeLI/AAAAAAAACFE/zs9BnB_Vy6w/s1600/Last+Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TAQuYEDUeLI/AAAAAAAACFE/zs9BnB_Vy6w/s320/Last+Book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477554037728770226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Last Member of the Family by Lois A. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sunagel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Manor Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIRST TIME IN PAPERBACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TAQulg3wxAI/AAAAAAAACFM/vSQ9Of2lhzw/s1600/Last+Book+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TAQulg3wxAI/AAAAAAAACFM/vSQ9Of2lhzw/s320/Last+Book+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477554268803220482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE SEARCHES FOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE AWFUL TRUTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HOLLY BRADEN WALKS IN TERROR AS SHE&lt;br /&gt;ENDEAVORS TO LEARN THE AWFUL TRUTH ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;THE DEATH OF HER UNCLE WALTER, FROM WHO SHE&lt;br /&gt;HAS INHERITED A SUBSTANTIAL FORTUNE AND THE&lt;br /&gt;FAMOUS BRADEN SAILING MUSEUM. WOULD SHE BE&lt;br /&gt;NEXT ON THE LIST OF THE KILLER WHO MURDERED&lt;br /&gt;HER UNCLE? SHE ALMOST GOES INSANE BEFORE SHE&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVERS THE IDENTITY OF THE MURDERERS AND&lt;br /&gt;OF HER ONE TRUE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;measly&lt;/span&gt; investment really pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if not that,  at least one of those claw machines and a wing dedicated to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things found in a shark&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3501143981618836765?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3501143981618836765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-member-of-family.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3501143981618836765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3501143981618836765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-member-of-family.html' title='The Last Member of the Family'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/TAQuYEDUeLI/AAAAAAAACFE/zs9BnB_Vy6w/s72-c/Last+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1296123179044306296</id><published>2010-05-25T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T21:50:38.782-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Gay for Lois Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S_x8f1Dx5fI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qr43svxnnaA/s1600/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S_x8f1Dx5fI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qr43svxnnaA/s320/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475388133236401650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Need yet another blog in your life? Well I do! Please stop by and check out my new tribute to Lois Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://gayforloislane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gay for Lois Lane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I'll be sharing some of my favorite stories featuring the First Lady of Comics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1296123179044306296?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1296123179044306296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/gay-for-lois-lane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1296123179044306296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1296123179044306296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/gay-for-lois-lane.html' title='Gay for Lois Lane'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S_x8f1Dx5fI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qr43svxnnaA/s72-c/LL+Promo+Header+Small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3116955748634030771</id><published>2010-05-12T21:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:16:04.745-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Smut, Smut, Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am kind of out of the new book loop these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(I'm not sure, but I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; stands for Trash.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, a chance to wander through tables and tables of less then "worth while" books.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I perused the wares of more than 300 authors looking for any modern WRFH covers to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that Gothic romance covers, as we know them, have changed? Could it be that Gothic romances will soon be no more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have not idea. And, quite frankly, I'm don't feel like guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So here are a few of the books I purchased:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very entertaining conversation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://http//www.markhenry.us/"&gt;Mark Henry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I purchased his Happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hour of the Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Road Trip of the Living Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Battle of the Network Zombies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. He promised his books were "now with extra zombie smut" so who could say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZPtbEtvI/AAAAAAAABzI/ne8gX8ed8Qs/s1600/Happy+Hour+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZPtbEtvI/AAAAAAAABzI/ne8gX8ed8Qs/s200/Happy+Hour+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470493930053482226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZPBMwvDI/AAAAAAAABzA/V1O7gP5T1Ig/s1600/Road+Trip+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZPBMwvDI/AAAAAAAABzA/V1O7gP5T1Ig/s200/Road+Trip+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470493918182292530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZOxO2AkI/AAAAAAAABy4/YAOhiojGY9s/s1600/Battle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZOxO2AkI/AAAAAAAABy4/YAOhiojGY9s/s200/Battle+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470493913896059458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I also purchased &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My Zombie Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; a collection of short stories by Katie MacAlister, Angie Fox, Marianne Mancusi and Lisa Cach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sYVqFZrtI/AAAAAAAAByw/HUXHlmW3psk/s1600/my-zombie-valentine-300w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sYVqFZrtI/AAAAAAAAByw/HUXHlmW3psk/s200/my-zombie-valentine-300w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470492932724862674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And last, but certainly not least, after a rather, for lack of a better word, filthy conversation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://www.marioacevedo.com/home.htm"&gt;Mario Acevedo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; I picked up his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Nymphos of Rocky Flats&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;X-Rated Bloodsuckers&lt;/span&gt;, Jailbait Zombie, The Undead Kama Sutra and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Werewolf &lt;/span&gt;Smackdown&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: A Novel&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVs01aCTI/AAAAAAAAByo/ISEFVJGL0Uk/s1600/MANymphosCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVs01aCTI/AAAAAAAAByo/ISEFVJGL0Uk/s200/MANymphosCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490032212674866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVsp_9bCI/AAAAAAAAByg/tMAlauHvDv4/s1600/MAXBSCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 176px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVsp_9bCI/AAAAAAAAByg/tMAlauHvDv4/s200/MAXBSCover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490029304146978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVrzOtviI/AAAAAAAAByQ/a6xaBkvBElc/s1600/JailbaitZombieEnhanced_TN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVrzOtviI/AAAAAAAAByQ/a6xaBkvBElc/s200/JailbaitZombieEnhanced_TN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490014602083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVschLw9I/AAAAAAAAByY/ZQLxuoh5wMk/s1600/UndeadKamaSutraCover297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 176px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVschLw9I/AAAAAAAAByY/ZQLxuoh5wMk/s200/UndeadKamaSutraCover297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490025685402578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVrk9YaeI/AAAAAAAAByI/6Wq82s-MsD0/s1600/WerewolfSmackdownCover_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 117px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sVrk9YaeI/AAAAAAAAByI/6Wq82s-MsD0/s200/WerewolfSmackdownCover_M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470490010771286498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Will I read these? Absolutely! When? That I can't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3116955748634030771?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3116955748634030771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/smut-smut-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3116955748634030771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3116955748634030771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/smut-smut-everywhere.html' title='Smut, Smut, Everywhere'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-sZPtbEtvI/AAAAAAAABzI/ne8gX8ed8Qs/s72-c/Happy+Hour+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1545178559165789331</id><published>2010-05-06T15:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:22:27.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cemetery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margaret Campbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signet Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impending Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenging Ghost'/><title type='text'>The Spectral Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-MRKn6kitI/AAAAAAAABu4/8ZF9-6-QdoM/s1600/The+Spectral+Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-MRKn6kitI/AAAAAAAABu4/8ZF9-6-QdoM/s320/The+Spectral+Bride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468233246768925394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Spectral Bride by Margaret Campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Signet Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1975&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Terror or Romance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Legend or Love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was lovely Adelaide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fenton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a simple country girl, or was&lt;br /&gt;she the pale shadow of another maiden who had met&lt;br /&gt;violent death many years before? Was handsome James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Daintry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, the last Earl of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seagroves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a fanciful&lt;br /&gt;young man, or the final victim of a legendary specter&lt;br /&gt;which had taken its toll in madness and sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Was it the power of love which drew them together, or&lt;br /&gt;were they caught in a darker pattern - cursed for a crime&lt;br /&gt;they did not commit, reliving a tale they scarcely knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide's family warned her not to look beyond her&lt;br /&gt;station. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;James's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;advisors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tried to keep him from their&lt;br /&gt;secret trysts. But fate beckoned them on, down a&lt;br /&gt;pathway from which no once could turn them, on a journey&lt;br /&gt;which must lead them to happiness or death ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;condemned&lt;/span&gt; "where's the roof" abandoned church, kind of cemetery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;assaulted&lt;/span&gt; by chiggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shaw&lt;/span&gt; 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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1545178559165789331?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1545178559165789331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/spectral-bride.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1545178559165789331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1545178559165789331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/05/spectral-bride.html' title='The Spectral Bride'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S-MRKn6kitI/AAAAAAAABu4/8ZF9-6-QdoM/s72-c/The+Spectral+Bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7115758803863546532</id><published>2010-04-30T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:11:24.479-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyramid Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penniless and Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Ann Gibbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mort Engel'/><title type='text'>The House of Ravenbourne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9pZlyJdmdI/AAAAAAAABuI/NYWR4vjEifU/s1600/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9pZlyJdmdI/AAAAAAAABuI/NYWR4vjEifU/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779603419011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The House of Ravensbourne by Mary Ann Gibbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cover Art by Mort Engel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Pyramid Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1964&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SUDDEN TWIST OF FATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left Catherine Wittingham penniless and alone,&lt;br /&gt;Disregarding the advice of others and her own&lt;br /&gt;premonitions, she took the position of governess&lt;br /&gt;in the foreboding Ravensbourne mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9pZq3u5goI/AAAAAAAABuQ/YnA108n1f6Q/s1600/Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9pZq3u5goI/AAAAAAAABuQ/YnA108n1f6Q/s320/Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465779690817553026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the chilling memory of Mary Ravensbourne&lt;br /&gt;lurked in every shadow of the ill-fated house.&lt;br /&gt;And Catherine found herself the terrified target&lt;br /&gt;of unspeakable evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A Gothic novel of romance and terror in the &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tradition of Mary Stewart and Victoria Holt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I like the cover but I LOVE the close up on the back cover. I think our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amateur governess&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1LC663NI/AAAAAAAABuw/9ak-NLI_a80/s1600/engel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1LC663NI/AAAAAAAABuw/9ak-NLI_a80/s320/engel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021036623060178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Gorgeous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1K501geI/AAAAAAAABuo/2tR2QQ8TIEo/s1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1K501geI/AAAAAAAABuo/2tR2QQ8TIEo/s320/66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021034181624290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1KYE4DFI/AAAAAAAABug/FJyLicMag6c/s1600/66102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1KYE4DFI/AAAAAAAABug/FJyLicMag6c/s320/66102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021025122094162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ow .. I want that one. That is an official "Weird Dude on the Cover"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1KIDjo5I/AAAAAAAABuY/leu5YAA-0jQ/s1600/87158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9s1KIDjo5I/AAAAAAAABuY/leu5YAA-0jQ/s320/87158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466021020821595026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well this can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;Even if no one plans to shoot anyone he's still drinking out of puddle. Ick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7115758803863546532?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7115758803863546532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/house-of-ravenbourne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7115758803863546532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7115758803863546532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/house-of-ravenbourne.html' title='The House of Ravenbourne'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S9pZlyJdmdI/AAAAAAAABuI/NYWR4vjEifU/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7516860899142822054</id><published>2010-04-20T20:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:13:38.014-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phyllis A. Whitney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinister Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wanting to Find a Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitter Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>Thunder Heights &amp; Baton Sinister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BWM7qxJI/AAAAAAAABkI/Oi8xq_xpwPY/s1600/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BWM7qxJI/AAAAAAAABkI/Oi8xq_xpwPY/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375247731410066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thunder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Heightsl&lt;/span&gt; by Phyllis A. Whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1960&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"THUNDER HEIGHTS IS A SUSPENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;AND LOVE STORY APPEALING TO THOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;WHO LOVE BRONTE, DU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAURIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;AND MARY STEWART"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Library Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago Camilla King's mother died under&lt;br /&gt;mysterious circumstances at Thunder Heights,&lt;br /&gt;a gloomy, menacing old Gothic mansion&lt;br /&gt;along the banks of the Hudson River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilla's father, now dead, had always&lt;br /&gt;forbidden her to set foot within Thunder&lt;br /&gt;Heights' forbidding walls, but when her ailing&lt;br /&gt;grandfather now summoned her, Camilla&lt;br /&gt;went eagerly, hoping to find a home and a&lt;br /&gt;family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she found in this nest of bitter rivalries,&lt;br /&gt;enduring hates and constant&lt;br /&gt;dangers was that the same fate&lt;br /&gt;that had befallen her mother&lt;br /&gt;was being readied for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dark mood, brooking&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere and realistic&lt;br /&gt;backgrounds make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUNDER HEIGHTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A romantic tale in&lt;br /&gt;the turn Gothic&lt;br /&gt;tradition." - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Booklist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVthYRpI/AAAAAAAABkA/r5WHya0WVfo/s1600/Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVthYRpI/AAAAAAAABkA/r5WHya0WVfo/s320/Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375239299647122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I was already pretty impressed with this novel when I realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ft. Wayne News - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; compared it to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;" but when the back also promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "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 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;splendor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, I love cover illustrations from the 50's, 60's and 70's.  for any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;genre&lt;/span&gt;, 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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVqsbMOI/AAAAAAAABj4/BW6Zs-1xdbU/s1600/Banton+Sinister+Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVqsbMOI/AAAAAAAABj4/BW6Zs-1xdbU/s320/Banton+Sinister+Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375238540669154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;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!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVLSeHjI/AAAAAAAABjw/kW5YS66zIMM/s1600/Banton+Sinister+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BVLSeHjI/AAAAAAAABjw/kW5YS66zIMM/s320/Banton+Sinister+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462375230110309938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  Some how it seems dirtier in red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7516860899142822054?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7516860899142822054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/thunder-heights-baton-sinister.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7516860899142822054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7516860899142822054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/thunder-heights-baton-sinister.html' title='Thunder Heights &amp; Baton Sinister'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S85BWM7qxJI/AAAAAAAABkI/Oi8xq_xpwPY/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5199133841401880992</id><published>2010-04-13T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T17:16:08.152-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lancer Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Daniels'/><title type='text'>This Ancient Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S8THbNb763I/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Iif6Wtw5ZI/s1600/This+Ancient+Evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S8THbNb763I/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Iif6Wtw5ZI/s320/This+Ancient+Evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459707918557113202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This Ancient  Evil by Dorothy Daniels&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Lancer Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE BROODING GHOSTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna Ward was worried. Worried ... and determined&lt;br /&gt;in spite of her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange, apparently supernatural menace had taken&lt;br /&gt;hold of her best friend, Lucia. Elusive and silent by&lt;br /&gt;day - she walked by night and performed rituals to&lt;br /&gt;the Aztec gods whose pyramid temple loomed men-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acingly&lt;/span&gt; over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mendoz&lt;/span&gt; ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verna had to find the explanation - no matter what the&lt;br /&gt;cost of her own life and wonderful new love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Unless Verna Ward plans to handle some highly toxic liquid I don't know why she is wearing those awful gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe the bow is so large to help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;minimise&lt;/span&gt; her waist and the gigantic "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Umbrella&lt;/span&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd sure like to think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5199133841401880992?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5199133841401880992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-ancient-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5199133841401880992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5199133841401880992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-ancient-evil.html' title='This Ancient Evil'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S8THbNb763I/AAAAAAAABjQ/4Iif6Wtw5ZI/s72-c/This+Ancient+Evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-4109786883861356971</id><published>2010-04-05T21:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:06:56.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orphan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Bennett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fawcett Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ariadne Pritchett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>The Most Dangerous Game - Mill Reef Hall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qALcImNuI/AAAAAAAABW4/Kev0lI8Mj3M/s1600/Mill+Reef+Hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qALcImNuI/AAAAAAAABW4/Kev0lI8Mj3M/s320/Mill+Reef+Hall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456814832531945186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; Mill Reef Hall by Ariadne &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pritchett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt; Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Copyright 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From the moment she stepped out&lt;br /&gt;of the coach into the blinding&lt;br /&gt;snowstorm, Lilia Franklin felt a strange chill&lt;br /&gt;that was from something more than the&lt;br /&gt;icy blasts that whipped at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another might have turned back. But the&lt;br /&gt;raven-haired young girl who had been&lt;br /&gt;hired as nurse-companion to old Lord Reef&lt;br /&gt;had curiosity as well as courage. Besides,&lt;br /&gt;there was no alternative. She was a&lt;br /&gt;penniless orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she met Lord Reef's brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Seaton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nephew Edgar and was more certain&lt;br /&gt;than ever that she was in danger. Never had&lt;br /&gt;she been made to feel so unwelcome. She&lt;br /&gt;could not know then that she was in their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they did not want to wait for old&lt;br /&gt;Lord Reef to die. And now they had to plan&lt;br /&gt;for Lilia, too. But Lilia was more than&lt;br /&gt;they bargained for - much&lt;br /&gt;more. And she had a few&lt;br /&gt;plans of her own ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If someday in the far future I need to hire a nurse-companion I will definitely hire myself a penniless orphan. It appears they will take all kinds of shit from you. I bet you could even hunt them. You know, give them something like an hour head start on the extensive grounds of your evil mansion and then just hunt them. My weapon of choice would be a bow but it is really a hell of a lot of fun to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, back to my possible far future employee needs. I will hire a nurse-companion BUT will not hire a nurse-companion with such a long neck. I would have problems not staring and staring would just be rude. Still, a neck like that would really look great mounted on the wall of my game room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we have a signed cover by the prolific Harry Bennett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lewisboro&lt;/span&gt;, New York in 1925, Bennett was raised in Connecticut and studied painting and illustration at the American Academy of Art in Chicago after returning from his service in the South Pacific during World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began is commercial  illustration career working in advertising with companies such as Pepsi and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Keds&lt;/span&gt; in the late 40's and early 50's before moving on to illustrating book covers for publishers such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt;, Crest and many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are several examples of other cover illustration you may or may not have seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qHGRq94FI/AAAAAAAABYA/Tb0lSgLg6B8/s1600/Cry+Shame+1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qHGRq94FI/AAAAAAAABYA/Tb0lSgLg6B8/s320/Cry+Shame+1950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822440405360722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cry Shame, 1950 Illustrated Cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_qEIxDI/AAAAAAAABXw/JaBzcFsP5YY/s1600/Cover+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_qEIxDI/AAAAAAAABXw/JaBzcFsP5YY/s320/Cover+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822326694298674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_ShgIxI/AAAAAAAABXo/gel6z2oI9i8/s1600/Cover+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_ShgIxI/AAAAAAAABXo/gel6z2oI9i8/s320/Cover+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822320375014162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_34BJ2I/AAAAAAAABX4/b_5weAwP0KM/s1600/Cover+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG_34BJ2I/AAAAAAAABX4/b_5weAwP0KM/s320/Cover+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822330401564514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1nUL0lI/AAAAAAAABXg/nmWwnm0WdxY/s1600/Cover+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1nUL0lI/AAAAAAAABXg/nmWwnm0WdxY/s320/Cover+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822154157609554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1TjKw7I/AAAAAAAABXY/ACGWf_TRerM/s1600/Cover+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1TjKw7I/AAAAAAAABXY/ACGWf_TRerM/s320/Cover+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822148851745714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1Nl0hZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ZdsmAksOb90/s1600/Cover+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG1Nl0hZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/ZdsmAksOb90/s320/Cover+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822147252258194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG0tqcjVI/AAAAAAAABXI/svSKrzw6NY8/s1600/Cover+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG0tqcjVI/AAAAAAAABXI/svSKrzw6NY8/s320/Cover+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822138681724242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG0Zrq5HI/AAAAAAAABXA/JlaXmB8CsgA/s1600/Cover+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qG0Zrq5HI/AAAAAAAABXA/JlaXmB8CsgA/s320/Cover+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456822133318149234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-4109786883861356971?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/4109786883861356971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/mill-reef-hall.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4109786883861356971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4109786883861356971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/mill-reef-hall.html' title='The Most Dangerous Game - Mill Reef Hall'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7qALcImNuI/AAAAAAAABW4/Kev0lI8Mj3M/s72-c/Mill+Reef+Hall.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7458053770367593861</id><published>2010-04-04T23:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:44:58.099-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Spectergirl's Crypt of Post-Code Horror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://spectergirlscryptofpostcodehorror.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7lZ5sAdXjI/AAAAAAAABWY/qX-up5Ek-Ig/s200/Horror+Blog+Promo+SM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456491271136566834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life not horrific enough? Stop by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spectergirlscryptofpostcodehorror.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Spectergirl's Crypt of Post-Code Horror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've dusted off a mouldering short-box of penny-dreadfuls from the Bronze Age of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FEAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's TERROR only the Comics Code Authority would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; approve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7458053770367593861?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7458053770367593861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/spectergirls-crypt-of-post-code-horror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7458053770367593861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7458053770367593861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/04/spectergirls-crypt-of-post-code-horror.html' title='Spectergirl&apos;s Crypt of Post-Code Horror'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7lZ5sAdXjI/AAAAAAAABWY/qX-up5Ek-Ig/s72-c/Horror+Blog+Promo+SM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1886059740481232704</id><published>2010-03-31T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T23:45:00.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocket Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joan Aiden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>They said it couldn't be done! - Dark Interval</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Yep, that's right. They said it couldn't be done but with today's offering I will have judged exactly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;100 books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; by their covers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;On our journey we have seen beautiful illustrations and childlike scrawls. We have seen lovely ladies and frightening drag queens. We have seen looming castles, Greek ruins, crypts, swamps and turbulent seas. And we were even lucky enough to see a wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So I wanted to thank you for stopping by as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Women Running from House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;s celebrates its 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; book and vows to bring you 100 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7NoAQ4zhvI/AAAAAAAABS4/eo99l16wdoY/s1600/Dark+Interval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7NoAQ4zhvI/AAAAAAAABS4/eo99l16wdoY/s320/Dark+Interval.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454817927418316530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dark Interval by Joan Aiken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Pocket Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She Woke to Terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Caroline awakened, she didn't know where&lt;br /&gt;she was. Then a name pricked at her memory.&lt;br /&gt;Beaumont - a word from her childhood at the&lt;br /&gt;manor. Beaumont - where the hopelessly mad&lt;br /&gt;were committed. Beaumont - great, gloomy&lt;br /&gt;home of the living dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she was there, watched over by hard-&lt;br /&gt;eyed nurses, visited by a doctor whose smile could&lt;br /&gt;not hide the icy indifference of his gaze. Why was&lt;br /&gt;she there? How could she escape? And above all,&lt;br /&gt;where was the man who had claimed her body&lt;br /&gt;and destroyed her mind - and who she so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;perately&lt;/span&gt; loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This cover brings many questions to mind the least of which concerns that woman's creepy man-hands. Yikes! Questions like how much does it cost to check into a mental health facility located in a castle? Does that floor length pink gown come in a straight jacket? And is it really a good idea to have crumbling archway structures dotting the landscape outside of a madhouse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt; questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my real question is if there is really anything unhealthy about "desperately" loving someone who wants to destroy your mind? Isn't that the whole bad-boy thing taken to a super extreme? And EVERYBODY knows that if a little of something is good for you a whole lot more is even better,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving a man who wants to destroy my mind is wrong I don't want to be right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1886059740481232704?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1886059740481232704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-said-it-couldnt-be-done-dark.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1886059740481232704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1886059740481232704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-said-it-couldnt-be-done-dark.html' title='They said it couldn&apos;t be done! - Dark Interval'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S7NoAQ4zhvI/AAAAAAAABS4/eo99l16wdoY/s72-c/Dark+Interval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-356234842791299145</id><published>2010-03-25T15:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:04:30.555-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isolated Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><title type='text'>Whistle for the Crows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S6uiUAIZ1WI/AAAAAAAABNw/ngaulZ6SnZs/s1600/Whistle+for+the+Crows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S6uiUAIZ1WI/AAAAAAAABNw/ngaulZ6SnZs/s320/Whistle+for+the+Crows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452630238378448226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Whistle for the Crows by Dorothy Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S6uiTwKxmiI/AAAAAAAABNo/jZ29j4DkPHY/s1600/Back+Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S6uiTwKxmiI/AAAAAAAABNo/jZ29j4DkPHY/s320/Back+Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452630234093427234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The job had seemed a godsend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lamb, alone, friendless, and in need of&lt;br /&gt;a home. It has been fascinating at first,&lt;br /&gt;tracing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;O'Riordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; family tree. But the&lt;br /&gt;past, she soon discovered, was intricately&lt;br /&gt;and diabolically woven into the present, and&lt;br /&gt;its strong, slender threads were even now&lt;br /&gt;involving her with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The tyrannical spinster who controlled lives and purse-strings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The younger heir who might - but did he? - kill to get what he wanted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The girl who married the wrong man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The baby who was born to the wrong woman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The brother who weren't bothers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;              The two drownings - and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dents that weren't accidents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the gloomy castle on the edge of a moor,&lt;br /&gt;a spirited girl pokes among the moldering&lt;br /&gt;bones of a family skeleton and stirs up the&lt;br /&gt;dust of malice and murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You know that is exactly the kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; job ad that inevitably turns out to be too good to be true. It will assuredly end with something like "Please send topless photo and measurements to help selection process." Damn! Burned again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is driving me crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We have a signature but I just can't make it out. I would also swear on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Necronomicon&lt;/span&gt; that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; have another book with a cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; illustrated by this same artist but I can not locate it. I have scanned the books I have already posted and I even sorted through the books waiting in the wings but no luck. If you know who it is, put me out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;misery&lt;/span&gt;, please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-356234842791299145?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/356234842791299145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/whistle-for-crows.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/356234842791299145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/356234842791299145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/whistle-for-crows.html' title='Whistle for the Crows'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S6uiUAIZ1WI/AAAAAAAABNw/ngaulZ6SnZs/s72-c/Whistle+for+the+Crows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3335909394598618738</id><published>2010-03-16T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T14:09:55.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Ross'/><title type='text'>Dark Shadows - Barnabas, Quentin and the Haunted Cave - Book 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5-jTJXqRcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iZjKCL8KhYw/s1600-h/Barnabas+Quentin+and+the+Haunted+Cave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5-jTJXqRcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iZjKCL8KhYw/s320/Barnabas+Quentin+and+the+Haunted+Cave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449253623469589954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Barnabas, Quentin and the Haunted Cave by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5-wX4E87II/AAAAAAAABFg/AKMreWvYbl8/s1600-h/Back+Cover+P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5-wX4E87II/AAAAAAAABFg/AKMreWvYbl8/s200/Back+Cover+P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449267998378224770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harriet Turnbridge asks Barnabas Collins&lt;br /&gt;for help after her husband, her brother-in-&lt;br /&gt;law, and father-in-law are found dead, their&lt;br /&gt;throats savagely ripped open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police insist the killer is a mad beast.&lt;br /&gt;Harriet thinks that the phantom recently&lt;br /&gt;seen at Collinwood is responsible. Barnabas&lt;br /&gt;suspects that Quentin Collins, disguised a&lt;br /&gt;wealthy hippie, is guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will they find the murderer? In the&lt;br /&gt;nightmare world of Harriet's dreams? In the&lt;br /&gt;haunted cave beneath the Collins' family&lt;br /&gt;cemetery? Or in another century - when&lt;br /&gt;witchcraft and demonology threatened Col-&lt;br /&gt;linwood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I was very excited to pick up 3 more of the Dark Shadows paperbacks this weekend,  and while their covers do not hold the iconic image this site is dedicated to seeking out, Dark Shadows is just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, if not a woman running from a house, couldn't this cover hold an image of David Selby disguised as a "wealthy hippie"? I wonder exactly what a wealthy hippie would look like. I only know that they would smoke the very best of weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like the television show there doesn't ever seem to be much attention paid to the details with these books. If you take a closer look you'll notice that the image on the front isn't even in the correct proportion for the oval inset and they just added a sad little block of gray at the top. But that is all made up for by Quentin Collins sporting one of those sport jacket and tight dress pant ensembles all the woman love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3335909394598618738?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3335909394598618738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-shadows-barnabas-quentin-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3335909394598618738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3335909394598618738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-shadows-barnabas-quentin-and.html' title='Dark Shadows - Barnabas, Quentin and the Haunted Cave - Book 21'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5-jTJXqRcI/AAAAAAAABFQ/iZjKCL8KhYw/s72-c/Barnabas+Quentin+and+the+Haunted+Cave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7181735188592914533</id><published>2010-03-15T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:19:45.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sidney Stuart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gray Morrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Handsome Stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frankenstein Horror Series'/><title type='text'>Kate, the Curious ... this is just TOO easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S55dXMc53II/AAAAAAAABEI/IavjikzjzJU/s1600-h/Kate+the+Curious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S55dXMc53II/AAAAAAAABEI/IavjikzjzJU/s320/Kate+the+Curious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448895252225711234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Kate, the Curious by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sage of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;KATE,&lt;br /&gt;THE CURIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; romance ever conceived.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;all exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The world knew Kate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; as a ravishingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beauti&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ful&lt;/span&gt; young woman. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(we must assume that is NOT her &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the over)&lt;/span&gt; But secretly Kate suspected there&lt;br /&gt;was more to herself than anyone around her imagined,&lt;br /&gt;or than she dared confess even to those she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within her Kate felt the spirits of the dead stirring and&lt;br /&gt;struggling for her soul. In her dreams she moved be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yond&lt;/span&gt; the grave to envision scenes and dramas that both&lt;br /&gt;filled her with fear and lured her to press ever deeper&lt;br /&gt;into the dark unknown. From one great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; man-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sion&lt;/span&gt; to another she moved on the trail of the mystery&lt;br /&gt;that bewildered her, and the shadowy fate that beck-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;oned&lt;/span&gt; to her. Then, in the arms of a handsome stranger&lt;br /&gt;from a distant place, she found herself at last on the&lt;br /&gt;threshold of the truth in all its terror - a truth to be dis-&lt;br /&gt;covered only by her surrender to the ultimate posses-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sion&lt;/span&gt; ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God lord, what can't you say about this book. First it cleverly sucks you in thinking that it may be a little risqué&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/risqu%C3%A9" class="l" onmousedown="return clk('http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/risqu%C3%A9','','','res','1','','0CAgQFjAA')"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. But then, like a bucket of cold water, you are smacked with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;what has to be the ugliest dress ever conceived being modeled by a most frightening woman. The dress with its horrid colors, terrifying pattern, and gorilla suit fit. The woman with her Crayola eyebrows and Star Trek make-up.  I suspect that the house would run from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't what to leave everyone heartbroken with disappointment, so I will share with you another little gem I picked up in a dusty little bookstore out of state this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S55keZI60cI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YHk9bo3J2OA/s1600-h/the+beast+with+the+red+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S55keZI60cI/AAAAAAAABEQ/YHk9bo3J2OA/s320/the+beast+with+the+red+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448903072472027586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;NOW THAT'S SOME COVER ART BABY! You go  Gray Morrow! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;My next blog? We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7181735188592914533?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7181735188592914533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/kate-curious-this-is-just-too-easy.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7181735188592914533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7181735188592914533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/kate-curious-this-is-just-too-easy.html' title='Kate, the Curious ... this is just TOO easy'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S55dXMc53II/AAAAAAAABEI/IavjikzjzJU/s72-c/Kate+the+Curious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7011780634534444950</id><published>2010-03-08T14:10:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:27:56.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mansion of Doom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signet Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghastly Secret'/><title type='text'>A Shadow on the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VFmfhNy9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ISYaJ4l_m8U/s1600-h/A+Shadow+on+the+House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VFmfhNy9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ISYaJ4l_m8U/s320/A+Shadow+on+the+House.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446335851972643794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A Shadow on the House by Florence Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Signet Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAME, FORTUNE, ROMANCE -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OR TERROR IN A MANSION OF DOOM ...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The concert at the magnificent Fowler mansion was to be&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of a long and success-filled career for&lt;br /&gt;lovely, young opera singer Leila MacKenzie. But when her&lt;br /&gt;chaperone fell ill, Leila was forced to remain with her as&lt;br /&gt;an unwilling guest of the Fowlers, mournfully watching&lt;br /&gt;the opera company move on without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet almost before she knew it, Leila found herself caught&lt;br /&gt;up in a new life - a life and love centered around&lt;br /&gt;George Fowler, the handsome master of the mansion.&lt;br /&gt;Even when she learned his dread family secret and the&lt;br /&gt;tragic destiny of the other women in his life, Leila was not&lt;br /&gt;afraid. It was not until the ancient curse began to work&lt;br /&gt;that Leila understood the true meaning of fear and&lt;br /&gt;the horror of the fate from which even George might not&lt;br /&gt;be able to save her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ah, once again we have another dumb girl with more time to kill than common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am willing to admit that we ALL have secrets. I, for one, would never want any of my business clients to know that I spend my spare time blogging about bad romance novels, comic books and View-Masters under the name Spectergirl. But it is always a good rule of thumb to NEVER pursue a romance with anyone who has a "family secret". It almost assuredly will have something to do with some sort of Wilbur Whately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; recessive  gene, Hitler or cross-dressing (and not in a good Tim Currey kind of way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror? A mansion of doom? Even the advertisers weren't going to pull out their A game for this sad little collection of clichés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKizAPFYI/AAAAAAAABAo/ucFQ2EtcsOo/s1600-h/Ad+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKizAPFYI/AAAAAAAABAo/ucFQ2EtcsOo/s320/Ad+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446341286041687426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKh5hS1HI/AAAAAAAABAg/BnZn4RyiT1U/s1600-h/Ad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKh5hS1HI/AAAAAAAABAg/BnZn4RyiT1U/s320/Ad+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446341270611088498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKhmTAXsI/AAAAAAAABAY/1ISi8v22a18/s1600-h/Ad+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VKhmTAXsI/AAAAAAAABAY/1ISi8v22a18/s320/Ad+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446341265450884802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But what a great cover! The mansion is fantastic and the execution of the dress is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7011780634534444950?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7011780634534444950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/shadow-on-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7011780634534444950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7011780634534444950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/shadow-on-house.html' title='A Shadow on the House'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S5VFmfhNy9I/AAAAAAAABAQ/ISYaJ4l_m8U/s72-c/A+Shadow+on+the+House.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6135696087121309686</id><published>2010-03-02T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T09:57:59.407-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitter and Warped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threat to Sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghastly Secret'/><title type='text'>Seed of Evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05ATHNk-9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/1O76JthRb2w/s1600-h/Seed+of+Evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05ATHNk-9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/1O76JthRb2w/s320/Seed+of+Evil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426345298125716434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Seed of Evil  by Petrina Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil That&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The evil that men do lives after them ..."&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Bruce had heard those words, of course,&lt;br /&gt;but she had no idea how true they were -&lt;br /&gt;or how that truth could change the course of her&lt;br /&gt;life. She had no idea of the depths of evil&lt;br /&gt;to which man could sink, nor of the dangerous&lt;br /&gt;heritages one can leave behind him ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was to learn. Hired abruptly as companion&lt;br /&gt;to warped, bitter old Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Crask&lt;/span&gt;, Joanna&lt;br /&gt;was thrust into a new and alien environment.&lt;br /&gt;The old Cornish mansion was a veritable lair of&lt;br /&gt;evil ... and Joanna gradually became aware&lt;br /&gt;of its nefarious secrets. But could she learn&lt;br /&gt;the ultimate secret in time to escape with her&lt;br /&gt;sanity ... and her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, Martin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Crask&lt;/span&gt; sounds fantastic! I think all books should contain at least one warped and bitter character. I hope someday to inspire the warped and bitter character within a novel written by one of my children, or if I don't perfect it right away, a novel written by my children's children. Either way, it will be kind of like having my own "evil" living after me. And with out all the effort of holding the world hostage like a James Bond villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way Joanna, what's up with your sleeves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6135696087121309686?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6135696087121309686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/seed-of-evil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6135696087121309686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6135696087121309686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/03/seed-of-evil.html' title='Seed of Evil'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05ATHNk-9I/AAAAAAAAAgY/1O76JthRb2w/s72-c/Seed+of+Evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5800628455772750076</id><published>2010-02-25T20:04:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T17:06:08.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web of Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caroline Farr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinister Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allen Kass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threat to Sanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strangely Remote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signet Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghastly Secret'/><title type='text'>The Towers of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4ceQ4rRGyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/x485cLi7C8w/s1600-h/The+Tower+of+Fear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4ceQ4rRGyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/x485cLi7C8w/s320/The+Tower+of+Fear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442351950141135650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Towers of Fear by Caroline Farr&lt;br /&gt;Cover Art by Allen Kass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Signet Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE TOWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OF FEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERROR, LIKE A COLD&lt;br /&gt;FOR, ENVELOPED THE HOUSE ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Storm Towers, the brooking mansion of the&lt;br /&gt;wealthy and influential Hailsworth family, came&lt;br /&gt;lovely black-haired Ali Cavanagh on a visit to her&lt;br /&gt;former college friend, Joan, young daughter of&lt;br /&gt;the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost at once Ali was drawn into the web of&lt;br /&gt;mystery that encircled the Hailsworth family:&lt;br /&gt;Joan, strangely remote, was locked in her private&lt;br /&gt;nightmare world; Ursula, whose relationship with&lt;br /&gt;Joan held sinister undertones; Monty, the&lt;br /&gt;handsome playboy, who attracted Ali yet frightened&lt;br /&gt;her by his strange behavior; Donald, whom Ali&lt;br /&gt;longed to trust but didn't dare. And then there was&lt;br /&gt;Greg, Ali's former colleague - what was the real&lt;br /&gt;reason for his unexpected presence in the mansion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were captive to the fear that filled the vast halls&lt;br /&gt;of the old house where an unknown intruder&lt;br /&gt;prowled the hidden corridors. The silent menace&lt;br /&gt;grew until one fearful night when Ali found herself&lt;br /&gt;struggling against a faceless evil that threatened&lt;br /&gt;her sanity-and her life-and Storm Towers&lt;br /&gt;revealing its shocking secret ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This whole Hailsworth family seems just a little too familiar. FLASH BACK 18 YEARS: Joan? Easily me. Strangely remote and also lock in a private nightmare world. Ursula? Totally my younger sister, our relationship has ALWAYS held sinister undertones. Monty? No doubt my older brother, if strange behavior can include playing role playing games. As for Donald and Greg? They could be any number of the people who paraded in and out of my c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hildhood home. I can say with all confidence that I don't think I'd like this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now this cover is an Allan Kass whom we have see here on "WRFH" before. In fact there is a blogger site &lt;a href="http://allankass.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; dedicated to to his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Kass was born in New York City in 1917. He received his BFA in Painting from Syracuse University after which he received an apprenticeship in the fashion art department of a Manhattan newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined the Air Force during WW2 flying 44 combat missions over Burma and Thailand. He was awarded 2 Distinguished Flying Crosses and promoted to Captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;After the end of the war he continued to fly for the Air Force, art becoming only a hobby. After not being called for duty for the Korean War, Allan Kass retired from the military and began again to work as an artist. This time for an auto catalogue located in Detroit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In the last part of the 1960's, after years in advertising, Kass painted sample book cover illustrations and traveled to New York City to solicit freelance work from book publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Here began what Kass himself said was a more artistically satisfying career. (Though I personally am rather fond of his  advertising work.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;With approximately 1000 book cover illustrations from 1969-1998 for publishers such as Signet and Fawcett covering Romance, Western, Young Adult, and Historical Fiction, Allan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Kass retired. Eventually moving to Big Sky, Montana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Allan Kass died September 2, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just a few additional examples of his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hD9HXn7lI/AAAAAAAAA64/TzZsd7y7uJA/s1600-h/Kass+Image+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hD9HXn7lI/AAAAAAAAA64/TzZsd7y7uJA/s320/Kass+Image+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442674866906459730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hCE9hni6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/TN3EzwZspSg/s1600-h/Kass+Image+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hCE9hni6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/TN3EzwZspSg/s320/Kass+Image+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672802679720866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hCEimrhfI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9YB2wpPI50E/s1600-h/Kass+Image+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4hCEimrhfI/AAAAAAAAA6g/9YB2wpPI50E/s320/Kass+Image+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672795453195762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5800628455772750076?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5800628455772750076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/towers-of-fear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5800628455772750076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5800628455772750076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/towers-of-fear.html' title='The Towers of Fear'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4ceQ4rRGyI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/x485cLi7C8w/s72-c/The+Tower+of+Fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3106815628559278795</id><published>2010-02-24T16:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:09:07.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having to Choose Between Multiple Men/Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachel Cosgrove Payes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girl Without A Past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Gross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isolated Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory LoGirl Without A Past'/><title type='text'>The Silent Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVC5YVulI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cG7uz8nHLUM/s1600-h/The+Silent+Place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVC5YVulI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cG7uz8nHLUM/s320/The+Silent+Place.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441919601742297682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Silent Place by Rachel Cosgrove Payes&lt;br /&gt;Cover Art by George Gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just one more year to wait&lt;br /&gt;before Rome Barclay would be officially a&lt;br /&gt;widower and free to remarry. Though&lt;br /&gt;his wife Suzanne had drowned six years&lt;br /&gt;before, her body had never been recovered.&lt;br /&gt;His secretary, Paulette, was waiting out&lt;br /&gt;the time with eagerness. But then so&lt;br /&gt;was lovely Fiona, his little girl's governess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Suzanne came back to Cliffhouse,&lt;br /&gt;not remembering her past, her identity a&lt;br /&gt;mystery to herself but to no one else. Everyone&lt;br /&gt;in the isolated coastal estate had a reason&lt;br /&gt;for wishing her gone again - permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whose reason was the most desperate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how many women would have to die&lt;br /&gt;in the Silent Place before Cliffhouse could&lt;br /&gt;be at peace again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVSuxxY_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EmyGJwu9j1Q/s1600-h/The+Silent+Place+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVSuxxY_I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/EmyGJwu9j1Q/s320/The+Silent+Place+Back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441919873774085106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hooray! We have a signed cover here. George Gross was born in 1909 Brooklyn to Jewish immigrant parents  from Szeged, Hungary. Art ran in the family. His father attended Pratt and became a successful artist in the fashion industry, running his own art studio -  Fashion Paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating high school,  George also attended Pratt, graduating in 1931 even while working within his father's studio. Later he moved on to Fiction House where he soon became a top illustrator, painting hundreds of pulp covers for Action Stories, Detective Book Magazine, North West Romances and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After barely missing serving WW2 due to a life long vision impairment in his right eye. he began to sell freelance illustration to paperback books for publishers such as Dell, Bantam and Ace Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His work can be seen on hundreds of fiction book covers and men's magazines. If you are interested in learning more about George Gross take a look at the "Guide to the Wild American Pulp Artist" listed in my Artist Resource Links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just a few examples of his other illustrations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVSc85amI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mJJK1pw4Fw0/s1600-h/GGross+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVSc85amI/AAAAAAAAA3I/mJJK1pw4Fw0/s320/GGross+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441919868988910178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVR5b_iII/AAAAAAAAA3A/eqWtELO_UCU/s1600-h/GGross+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVR5b_iII/AAAAAAAAA3A/eqWtELO_UCU/s320/GGross+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441919859455658114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVRrCs4oI/AAAAAAAAA24/It2gMfq5tYA/s1600-h/GGross+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVRrCs4oI/AAAAAAAAA24/It2gMfq5tYA/s320/GGross+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441919855591481986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3106815628559278795?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3106815628559278795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-place.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3106815628559278795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3106815628559278795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/silent-place.html' title='The Silent Place'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4WVC5YVulI/AAAAAAAAA2w/cG7uz8nHLUM/s72-c/The+Silent+Place.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8339645966126528148</id><published>2010-02-21T20:36:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:24:05.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea Delmonico'/><title type='text'>Chateau Chaumand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HfwbDiTWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/EihLDSarmI4/s1600-h/Chateau+Chaumand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HfwbDiTWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/EihLDSarmI4/s320/Chateau+Chaumand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440875847829572962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Chateau Chaumand by Andrea Delmonico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chateau Chaumand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An ominous storm was brewing the night Geraldine&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (Really? Geraldine?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at Chateau Chaumand as bride of Charles Chau-&lt;br /&gt;mand. After a whirlwind courtship Charles had swept&lt;br /&gt;her away with him to his gracious but intimidating home,&lt;br /&gt;a vast resort on a lake in Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely apprehensive before meeting his family,&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine too soon became aware of real, definite fear.&lt;br /&gt;Someone at the chateau  resented her sudden marriage&lt;br /&gt;to Charles. Was it the Indian girl, Fawn, who had loved&lt;br /&gt;Charles? Or her husband's handsome cousin, Matt, who&lt;br /&gt;rivaled Charles for mastery over the estate ... and cov-&lt;br /&gt;eted Charles' new bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever it was, Geraldine was certain the "acci-&lt;br /&gt;dents" pursuing her was the intentional acts of a&lt;br /&gt;murderer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You might be asking yourself why I would shell out cash for a book with such a large  tear in the cover. Well there are, in fact, three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Firstly, it is a "EASY TO READ - LARGE TYPE" and one never knows when a dreadful tragedy might strike that would leave you with a Vincent Price "Fall of the House of Usher" sensitivity to light. A sensitivity that would force me  to read only by the barest amount of candle light, therefore making large type books quite useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Secondly, my husband and I once drove 10 hours to attend a Halloween Party in Wisconsin were we happened upon a very cheap haunted house that had actually stolen nearly all of dialogue from Disney World's  Haunted Mansion and used it in ways that made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thirdly, and most importantly, the publisher actually thought this book was so packed with sexual tension that it was wagering we readers would need a smoke somewhere between  pages 64 and 65.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HkS7z-8TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GEjOdfS-C5Y/s1600-h/Ad+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HkS7z-8TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/GEjOdfS-C5Y/s320/Ad+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440880838784774450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HkSkXoRJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1yJCJ96Fdy0/s1600-h/Ad+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HkSkXoRJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/1yJCJ96Fdy0/s320/Ad+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440880832491832466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Newport, your "Alive with pleasure" ad is dated and oh so cheesy but Kent, as always you are a class act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8339645966126528148?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8339645966126528148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/chateau-chaumand.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8339645966126528148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8339645966126528148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/chateau-chaumand.html' title='Chateau Chaumand'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S4HfwbDiTWI/AAAAAAAAAyw/EihLDSarmI4/s72-c/Chateau+Chaumand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5885540966957678770</id><published>2010-02-18T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:36:33.386-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occult Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abduction'/><title type='text'>Rebecca, the Mysterious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S337mHYwnHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wElwfRRYD_E/s1600-h/Book+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S337mHYwnHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wElwfRRYD_E/s320/Book+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439780557169925234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, the Mysterious by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;REBECCA&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE MYSTERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;all exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bewitching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phenwick's&lt;/span&gt; young life had&lt;br /&gt;been scarred by a brutal abduction by a runaway&lt;br /&gt;slave, and her loving father and strangely hostile&lt;br /&gt;mother agreed on one thing: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; should go t&lt;br /&gt;the old family mansion of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; House to&lt;br /&gt;escape the memories of the harm done to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; House that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; first saw&lt;br /&gt;the portrait of her ancestress Augusta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and began to delve into the eerie books of the occult&lt;br /&gt;in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; archives. It was in this house that&lt;br /&gt;had witnessed so many horrors that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learned of her legacy as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; - the evil that&lt;br /&gt;was waiting to be awakened within her, and her&lt;br /&gt;weakness in the arms of a man who sought to&lt;br /&gt;possesses her body and soul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the life of me I can't figure out WHY I don't read these books! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, the Mysterious has just about anything anyone could ever want. Abduction, the Occult, and old house, even a cover whose "Bob Ross" style tree completely  destroys the perspective&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(Is she behind it? Or is it behind her?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And that woman's hand seem really large to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has read any of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; Women Books I would love to know if they are really as great as they always sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5885540966957678770?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5885540966957678770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/rebecca-mysterious.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5885540966957678770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5885540966957678770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/rebecca-mysterious.html' title='Rebecca, the Mysterious'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S337mHYwnHI/AAAAAAAAAyo/wElwfRRYD_E/s72-c/Book+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1741682788186864788</id><published>2010-02-16T21:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:36:01.552-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice Brennan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Warning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenging Ghost'/><title type='text'>The Devil's Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3tTKe_ggWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/St6VPDiy88o/s1600-h/The+Devil%27s+Dreamer+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3tTKe_ggWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/St6VPDiy88o/s320/The+Devil%27s+Dreamer+Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439032414563238242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Devil's Dreamer&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Alice Brennan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can You&lt;br /&gt;Die In A Dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was impossible - this room, this place. Where&lt;br /&gt;was she, and how had she come to be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Carsa&lt;/span&gt; caught her breath on a sob of relief, for it&lt;br /&gt;was morning, and daylight was filtering through&lt;br /&gt;the drawn shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw that the light, which was very bright&lt;br /&gt;and had a strange bluish cast, came from only&lt;br /&gt;one spot. It seemed to come for a woman who&lt;br /&gt;stood in a large circle. Long hair, pale and silky,&lt;br /&gt;flowed over her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sholders&lt;/span&gt; and blue eyes burned&lt;br /&gt;bright with golden light. There was something&lt;br /&gt;horrifyingly familiar about the face, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Carsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggled with a memory that was just out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;Then the woman spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a dream. Everything that happens to you,&lt;br /&gt;everyone you meet, is part of the dream. When&lt;br /&gt;you awaken, it will be an awakening to death..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Seeing that the last book I cover was also a Devil book I really should have tried and put together a "Devil" week, but it is too late for that. This cover has its problems but I must say that it really like the quality of illustration of our woman. It is really quite nice.  The Devil child? Not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly we  have no illustration credit here but as I have begun this blog, even these uncredited artists are starting to become familiar to me. Who know, eventually I may become confident enough to start making guesses as to their identities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1741682788186864788?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1741682788186864788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/devils-dreamer-by-alice-brennan.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1741682788186864788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1741682788186864788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/devils-dreamer-by-alice-brennan.html' title='The Devil&apos;s Dreamer'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3tTKe_ggWI/AAAAAAAAAu4/St6VPDiy88o/s72-c/The+Devil%27s+Dreamer+Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7391567153451198529</id><published>2010-02-16T13:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:28:47.739-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Who doesn't like View-Masters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viewmaster3d.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3rinAw3YnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4Iu0nXjciLE/s200/VM+Headersm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438908659851027058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I am apparently not happy unless I have too much to do, I have FINALLY launched ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;View-Master 3-D Spectacular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on the image to take a look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7391567153451198529?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7391567153451198529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-doesnt-like-view-masters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7391567153451198529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7391567153451198529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-doesnt-like-view-masters.html' title='Who doesn&apos;t like View-Masters?'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3rinAw3YnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/4Iu0nXjciLE/s72-c/VM+Headersm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2069291467070102884</id><published>2010-02-08T21:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:39:23.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sell of Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josephine Leslie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Voice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenging Ghost'/><title type='text'>The Devil and Mrs. Devine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3DIXzF79uI/AAAAAAAAApg/tETvrs27GT8/s1600-h/The+Devil+and+Mrs+Devine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3DIXzF79uI/AAAAAAAAApg/tETvrs27GT8/s320/The+Devil+and+Mrs+Devine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436065061413844706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Devil and Mrs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Devine&lt;/span&gt; by Josephine Leslie&lt;br /&gt;Cover Art by Lou Marchetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by: Pocket Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;DEVIL&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;MRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DEVINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ETERNAL YOUTH ... ETERNAL TORMENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely out of her teens, winsome Danielle&lt;br /&gt;Davine was already an orphan and a widow.&lt;br /&gt;No man on earth, it seemed, could be to her&lt;br /&gt;what her loving father and handsome young&lt;br /&gt;husband had been. Was she doomed, then, to&lt;br /&gt;wither into joyless old age? "No!" whispered&lt;br /&gt;a strange, uncanny voice, a voice that seemed&lt;br /&gt;to come from nowhere, promising Danielle&lt;br /&gt;perpetual beauty - in exchange for her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;mortal soul ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this tale of romance that spans two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;centu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ries&lt;/span&gt;, the author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost and Mrs. Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tells of one woman's quest for the peace and&lt;br /&gt;salvation that only the greatest love, human&lt;br /&gt;and divine, can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Danielle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Devine&lt;/span&gt; is not the first twenty year old to dread the thought of withering into "joyless old age". In fact I remember crying about turning 23. But did I listen to a strange uncanny voice offering me perpetual beauty in exchange for my soul? No, of course not. But I can thing of nothing more romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Leslie seems to have a real obsession with the whole ghost thing. A ghost helping you write a novel is a little less evil than trying to buy your soul but to each their own. This cover is signed by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;initials&lt;/span&gt; RES but I have had no luck in tracking down any information the possible artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2069291467070102884?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2069291467070102884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/devil-and-mrs-devine.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2069291467070102884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2069291467070102884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/02/devil-and-mrs-devine.html' title='The Devil and Mrs. Devine'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S3DIXzF79uI/AAAAAAAAApg/tETvrs27GT8/s72-c/The+Devil+and+Mrs+Devine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1066374795338366585</id><published>2010-01-27T20:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:54:51.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarissa Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recluse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secretive Husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ghastly Secret'/><title type='text'>The Spectral Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S2DjRtkLSZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CaqeFkosWiI/s1600-h/The+Spectral+Mist2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S2DjRtkLSZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CaqeFkosWiI/s320/The+Spectral+Mist2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431591044037429650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Spectral Mist by Dan Ross writing under Clarissa Ross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASK NO QUESTIONS ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huge old house on the California&lt;br /&gt;coast seemed to be constantly&lt;br /&gt;shrouded in fog, which added to the&lt;br /&gt;gloom that permeated the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;and affected the senses of the people&lt;br /&gt;who lived there. The master of the&lt;br /&gt;house was the famed poet, Ford Hunt -&lt;br /&gt;who had not been seen by anyone&lt;br /&gt;but his nephew and his manservant&lt;br /&gt;since the death of his wife, five years&lt;br /&gt;ago. The old man kept to his attic&lt;br /&gt;apartment, communicating with&lt;br /&gt;no one below ... but did he really live&lt;br /&gt;there? What was he hiding from ...&lt;br /&gt;if indeed he was still alive? Enid Blair&lt;br /&gt;could not help asking herself that&lt;br /&gt;and many other questions when she&lt;br /&gt;came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cliffcrest&lt;/span&gt; after a whirlwind&lt;br /&gt;courtship &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; marriage. Now she was&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey's bride, and should have&lt;br /&gt;been happy in the household of such&lt;br /&gt;famous a man - but Geoffrey seemed&lt;br /&gt;married to the service of her&lt;br /&gt;mysterious uncle ... and to a secret&lt;br /&gt;so shocking that it was to&lt;br /&gt;threaten Enid's sanity ... and life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, so the way I see it, Enid Blair just married a guy without a job. Oh yeah, he can say that he is some sort of personal secretary to his uncle, who may or may not exist, but from experience I can tell you that is most certainly code for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "family mooch". Ford Hunt maybe a famous poet, but lets me honest, even the most well paid poet would have a hard time supporting himself, his manservant, his family and the families of his siblings and still pay the mortgage on his fog shrouded home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this cover is pretty damaged but I had to jump on picking up a Women Running From Houses book with a photo cover. This is the first time I personally have ever seen that done. Add to this fact that it is a Dan Ross and that it also  features a young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; Hall lookalike (or is it just the open mouth stare), how could anyone say no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1066374795338366585?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1066374795338366585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/spectral-mist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1066374795338366585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1066374795338366585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/spectral-mist.html' title='The Spectral Mist'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S2DjRtkLSZI/AAAAAAAAAmg/CaqeFkosWiI/s72-c/The+Spectral+Mist2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1914889076766281826</id><published>2010-01-26T07:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:30:00.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dewey Ward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitter Hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert McGinnis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Reception at High Tower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wWPk-HnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/st08OEB4d-4/s1600-h/Reception+at+High+Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wWPk-HnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/st08OEB4d-4/s320/Reception+at+High+Tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430760990608072306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Reception at High Tower by Dewey Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Dell Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;Cover Illustration: Robert McGinnis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;MONSTROUS TRUTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;OF&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HIGH TOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When Maurie Thomas returned against her will to&lt;br /&gt;High Tower, it was as if she were setting foot in her&lt;br /&gt;ancestral manor for the first time. The lovely young&lt;br /&gt;girl had but recently emerged from the darkness of&lt;br /&gt;insanity, and her memory had been destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she did not know the strange secret of High&lt;br /&gt;Tower, there were those who did. Her imperious&lt;br /&gt;grandmother, with her bitter hate for Maurie ... her&lt;br /&gt;father, seeking solace in drink ... the silent, hand-&lt;br /&gt;some groom ... the whispering servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, where the very walls and corridors seemed&lt;br /&gt;rank with evil, Maurie felt rising from the icy depths&lt;br /&gt;of her mind the horror that would not let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hooray, we have a McGinnis  illustration. And what a fabulous job. I love this cover. The house is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;awesome and the chick truly look like she is insane. I totally buy it. I'm not sure if it is the nightgown falling from her shoulders, the bizarre way her left arm hangs dead at her side or even the weird way her long finger touch she face but she seems absolutely mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Born in Ohio in 1926,  Robert McGinnis studied art at the Ohio State  University and at the  Central Academy of Commercial Art in Cincinnati, Ohio. With more than 11,000 book cover along with magazine illustrations and movie posters it would be hard not to have seen his work at some time or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DB82Y75I/AAAAAAAAAlw/j8TivL3XZI0/s1600-h/mcginnis_bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DB82Y75I/AAAAAAAAAlw/j8TivL3XZI0/s320/mcginnis_bond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851901448581010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DCXagZvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hFxRUOb4oMs/s1600-h/mcginnis-barberlla68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DCXagZvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/hFxRUOb4oMs/s320/mcginnis-barberlla68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851908579387122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DCCschUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zX4H3-_z5uM/s1600-h/mcginnis-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15DCCschUI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zX4H3-_z5uM/s320/mcginnis-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430851903017485634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15EOmn3STI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wDsVfPWIrMw/s1600-h/mcginnis-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S15EOmn3STI/AAAAAAAAAmY/wDsVfPWIrMw/s320/mcginnis-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430853218332002610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1914889076766281826?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1914889076766281826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/reception-at-high-tower.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1914889076766281826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1914889076766281826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/reception-at-high-tower.html' title='Reception at High Tower'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wWPk-HnI/AAAAAAAAAlY/st08OEB4d-4/s72-c/Reception+at+High+Tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1638631207500419044</id><published>2010-01-25T14:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:45:03.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egypt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Peters'/><title type='text'>The Jackal's Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wxOnyAmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/68SgBDKkVe4/s1600-h/The+Jackals+Head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wxOnyAmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/68SgBDKkVe4/s320/The+Jackals+Head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430761454207894114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Jackal's Head by Elizabeth Peters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Dell Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Curse of the Dead and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Treachery of the Living ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Young and lovely Althea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomlinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hoped never to return to the Valley of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kings. Here her father was disgraced and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stroyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; amid the ancient tombs and treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;that had been his life's work. From here Al-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; fled to New York, to start life anew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But now a strange message from a dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; servant and a bizarrely marked newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;on her doorstep had brought her back ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;back to face the brilliant, ruthless man who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;had brought her father to ruin ... back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;earth a secret from beyond the grave ... back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to find herself trapped in a labyrinth of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;picion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; and fear, with a corpse at every turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and the jackal-like laughter of a murderer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;echoing everywhere ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13x6Z9rcFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fiCb33515qQ/s1600-h/Jackel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13x6Z9rcFI/AAAAAAAAAlo/fiCb33515qQ/s320/Jackel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430762711382978642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I would like to say that I have had more than my share of experience with the "Treachery of the Living" but you don't see me running from place to place. Althea flees to New York and now seems to be fleeing the Valley of the Kings. It wouldn't surprise me if she fled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Egypt&lt;/span&gt; originally to begin with. Althea's father looks to have been an archaeologist and if he wasn't able to "unearth a secret from beyond the grave" I don't see how how our little Miss nomad plans to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited when I got to pick this one up a few weekends back. The cover is a great twist on our theme but just a deserving of swift escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1638631207500419044?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1638631207500419044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/jackals-head.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1638631207500419044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1638631207500419044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/jackals-head.html' title='The Jackal&apos;s Head'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S13wxOnyAmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/68SgBDKkVe4/s72-c/The+Jackals+Head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8075244541284876050</id><published>2010-01-20T21:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:44:15.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Finally ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://astoldtostanlee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SreseOef7FI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNBWxv_leFg/s200/Header2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961514826787922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many false starts, I have finally launched my blog dedicated to Romance Comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Told To Stan Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Click on the image to take a look.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8075244541284876050?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8075244541284876050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-many-false-starts-i-have-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8075244541284876050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8075244541284876050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-many-false-starts-i-have-finally.html' title='Finally ...'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SreseOef7FI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pNBWxv_leFg/s72-c/Header2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3999463855398950611</id><published>2010-01-15T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:08:18.852-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isolated Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elisabeth Ogilvie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horrible Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Widower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secretive Husband'/><title type='text'>Bellwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05Acj5oyII/AAAAAAAAAgg/uSkOyCrw8no/s1600-h/Bellwood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05Acj5oyII/AAAAAAAAAgg/uSkOyCrw8no/s320/Bellwood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426345460445530242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bellwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Elisabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ogilvie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Dell Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1968&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;AT FIRST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;CAROLINE ASKED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;NO QUESTIONS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bellwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seemed too good to be&lt;br /&gt;true when lovely Caroline Brew-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; took up her post as governess&lt;br /&gt;at the isolated mansion on the&lt;br /&gt;great cliff overlooking the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her young charge, Tim, though&lt;br /&gt;crippled, was delightfully alive.&lt;br /&gt;The landscape was dreamlike. And&lt;br /&gt;above all, there was the darkly&lt;br /&gt;handsome master, Rees Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline was sure she could help&lt;br /&gt;this proud and lonely man forget&lt;br /&gt;the horrible death of his wife, ease&lt;br /&gt;the torture in his eyes, stop his&lt;br /&gt;strange, savage outbursts of rage.&lt;br /&gt;Too late Caroline realized that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bellwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; held a secret that&lt;br /&gt;cursed all who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dwelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (sic)&lt;/span&gt; ther, and&lt;br /&gt;there was no escape...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We have a three  choices here. Caroline is either wearing her schoolmarm get-up, a sexy nightgown in hopes of seducing Rees Morgan, or a cheap wedding dress with a elastic waistband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While white is great for helping to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;camouflage&lt;/span&gt; chalk dust and on a governess's salary an economical wedding dress maybe the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;option&lt;/span&gt;, I am voting for seduction-wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What woman wouldn't go to any length to secure herself the darkly handsome master of a mansion. Especially  if he has tortured eyes and has savage outbursts of rage. The later of which was nothing what-so-ever to do with the horrible death of his wife. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember there isn't a character defect in the world that really loving a man can't fix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3999463855398950611?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3999463855398950611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/bellwood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3999463855398950611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3999463855398950611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/bellwood.html' title='Bellwood'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05Acj5oyII/AAAAAAAAAgg/uSkOyCrw8no/s72-c/Bellwood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-903695877938718816</id><published>2010-01-14T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:21:09.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Southern Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><title type='text'>Letitia, the Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_69c_RDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_UEUcJ-uzTI/s1600-h/Letitia+the+Dreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_69c_RDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_UEUcJ-uzTI/s320/Letitia+the+Dreamer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426344883189138482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Letitia, the Dreamer by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;KATHERYN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;KIMBROUGH'S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;LETITIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DREAMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DANCING WAS HER LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her parents had died when she was young, and Letty lived&lt;br /&gt;with her grandfather&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (OH, that explains the clothes!) &lt;/span&gt;in a&lt;br /&gt;decaying Southern mansion, doing chores, attending ballet&lt;br /&gt;class, and dancing with her friend, Jeremiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Letty was blind &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(and again) &lt;/span&gt;to the color of Jeremiah's skin,&lt;br /&gt;others were not. Wrongly suspected of an illicit relationship,&lt;br /&gt;Letty and Jeremiah were forced to flee to New York City,&lt;br /&gt;where they were befriended by Letty's cousins. Then they&lt;br /&gt;continued on to Europe, where they would be free to pursue&lt;br /&gt;their careers in the ballet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Jeremiah, success seems assured. But for Letty, the&lt;br /&gt;struggle to the top of the dance world promises to be long&lt;br /&gt;and arduous. And now there is a young man competing with&lt;br /&gt;her career, forcing Letty to choose between her one great&lt;br /&gt;love, dancing, and her destiny as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phenwich&lt;/span&gt; woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think Letitia really is a dreamer if she thinks that is a good looking dress. And that open flame! Is she crazy, that lace is apt to go up like tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weird hair style isn't doing anything for her either, except maybe making her head look a little too round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vote is for NOT being a wedding dress. No woman, no matter how preoccupied with dance, would care so little about her big day. That is unless it was only a shame marriage for whatever reason, say only marrying to help cover up the sexual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt; of best friend and dance &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;enthusiast&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-903695877938718816?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/903695877938718816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/letitia-dreamer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/903695877938718816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/903695877938718816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/letitia-dreamer.html' title='Letitia, the Dreamer'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_69c_RDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/_UEUcJ-uzTI/s72-c/Letitia+the+Dreamer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5555730265413462741</id><published>2010-01-13T16:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:08:08.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satanic Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Occult Horror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><title type='text'>Joanne, the Unpredictable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_u6vj_uI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0l8c2AgZXOA/s1600-h/Joanne+the+Unpredictable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_u6vj_uI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0l8c2AgZXOA/s320/Joanne+the+Unpredictable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426344676303306466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Joanne, the Unpredictable&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;JOANNE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE UNPREDICTABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanne was the most stunningly beautiful and danger-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ously&lt;/span&gt; wilful of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; women.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (WOW, that is&lt;br /&gt;really saying something) &lt;/span&gt;Even before she reached&lt;br /&gt;the age of twenty, she knew how to be all&lt;br /&gt;things to all men in order to turn them into puppets of&lt;br /&gt;her desire. And from the moment she arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Merrihew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manor, the ancestral &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; family estate in England,&lt;br /&gt;she began to cast her spell over everyone from her&lt;br /&gt;elegant, aristocratic cousin, to the handsome, virile&lt;br /&gt;master of the neighboring property, to the worldly,&lt;br /&gt;irresistibly charming man of the theater who was visiting&lt;br /&gt;from London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Merrihew&lt;/span&gt; Manor was a whirling, intoxicating&lt;br /&gt;masked ball of romance for Joanne - until she realized&lt;br /&gt;the occult horror that ruled this ancient place, and felt&lt;br /&gt;the tightening embraced of a satanic force that neither&lt;br /&gt;her beauty nor her guile could disarm or deceive ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joanne really is unpredictable if only for the conservative cut of her gown. I would think that in order to wield such incredible power over men, a little more skin would be involved. But what would I know, I mean, If I could turn men into puppets of my desire, I would have the cleanest house EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5555730265413462741?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5555730265413462741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/joanne-unpredictable.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5555730265413462741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5555730265413462741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/joanne-unpredictable.html' title='Joanne, the Unpredictable'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S04_u6vj_uI/AAAAAAAAAgA/0l8c2AgZXOA/s72-c/Joanne+the+Unpredictable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-4147773617167364339</id><published>2010-01-12T07:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:44:25.158-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinister Mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Margaret Erskine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Death'/><title type='text'>The Family at Tammerton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05AIDLdzaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TJZkQoTL5Zc/s1600-h/The+Family+at+Tammerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05AIDLdzaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TJZkQoTL5Zc/s320/The+Family+at+Tammerton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426345108064554402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Family at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tammerton&lt;/span&gt; by Margaret Erskine&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;THE FAMILY AT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAMMERTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MRS. CRANE IS DEAD. DO NOT SEND NURSE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At best the telegram was a cruel joke; at&lt;br /&gt;worst a cryptic message warning Louise&lt;br /&gt;Morton to stay away from her new job at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tammerton&lt;/span&gt; Hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Inspector Finch was called to the&lt;br /&gt;sinister old mansion to investigate a&lt;br /&gt;murder, he was not surprised, for he re-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;membered&lt;/span&gt; the telegram Louise had shown&lt;br /&gt;him on the train to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tammerton&lt;/span&gt;, Finch had&lt;br /&gt;an instinct for spotting the first trail shoots of&lt;br /&gt;an evil growth. Now instinct plus&lt;br /&gt;experience were telling him that LOUISE&lt;br /&gt;MORTON WAS NEXT ON THE KILLER'S LIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have no doubt this is a wedding dress. Which tells me that somewhere between the best and the worst cases &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scenario &lt;/span&gt; of that telegram is that the family at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tammerton&lt;/span&gt; got wind that their new nurse was off her nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm no stranger to confrontation but even I hate having to fire an employee. So, if it were me, and I found out that my new hire was some sort of Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Havisham&lt;/span&gt; crazy, I might also try and "head her off at the pass" as they say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-4147773617167364339?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/4147773617167364339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-at-tammerton.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4147773617167364339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4147773617167364339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-at-tammerton.html' title='The Family at Tammerton'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S05AIDLdzaI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/TJZkQoTL5Zc/s72-c/The+Family+at+Tammerton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-475941666736264573</id><published>2010-01-11T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:00:48.097-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hellish Abyss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satanic Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secretive Husband'/><title type='text'>Harriet, the Haunted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0tFY4_0h5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oPbJqqdb_wE/s1600-h/Harriet+the+Haunted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0tFY4_0h5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oPbJqqdb_wE/s320/Harriet+the+Haunted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425506470017140626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Harriet, the Haunted by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;HARRIET,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAUNTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely young Harriet was the picture of innocence - yet&lt;br /&gt;within her seethed a secret that filled her with shame, and&lt;br /&gt;threatened her with madness and death. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(you know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am beginning to think these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; men are simply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;attracted to the wrong kind of girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up on a lush Southern Plantation, Harriet had&lt;br /&gt;been victim of a violent act that ripped her innocence from&lt;br /&gt;her, and left her with a mind clouded by the unspeakable&lt;br /&gt;event. Now years later Harriet hoped that time had healed&lt;br /&gt;her ghastly emotional wound, and that she was free to give&lt;br /&gt;herself to the handsome suitor who offered her his love and&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; name. Then Harriet discovered that terrifying&lt;br /&gt;truth. The satanic spirit of the man who had caused her so&lt;br /&gt;much misery was reaching out from beyond the grave to&lt;br /&gt;claim her once again with his passion, and torture her with&lt;br /&gt;his eternal vengeance. And not even love seemed able to&lt;br /&gt;protect the most horror-haunted of all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women from this diabolical possession and the hellish abyss&lt;br /&gt;that opened up to claim her ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It is "So, is that a wedding dress or what?" week but when looking at this book, the question of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; our leading lady is wearing a wedding dress is actually secondary to the question of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had simply run out of good names. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;offence&lt;/span&gt; to any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Harriets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out there but it doesn't seem to be a real romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; novel kind of name. There is nothing inherently sexy about it, but I guess not all of us can have a name like Sugar Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0tKK6bXpfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/z_8AhvnrBi4/s1600-h/3986589729_4a9bb73f67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0tKK6bXpfI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/z_8AhvnrBi4/s320/3986589729_4a9bb73f67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425511727441094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;But, back to our question at hand. I would have to say that yes, that must be a wedding dress. Look how carefully she holds up the length to help protect it as she ... walk around in a swamp. Look at the hair she had curled so carefully and the subtle yet beautiful emerald earrings. And the neck line, cut to flatter her neck and narrow her shoulders. This absolutely has to be a wedding dress or she is really, really trying to over compensate for that name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-475941666736264573?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/475941666736264573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/harriet-haunted.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/475941666736264573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/475941666736264573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/harriet-haunted.html' title='Harriet, the Haunted'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0tFY4_0h5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/oPbJqqdb_wE/s72-c/Harriet+the+Haunted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-19451306095252502</id><published>2010-01-11T06:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:00:46.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Welcome to ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO, IS THAT A WEDDING DRESS OR WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;With the vast number of Women Running From Houses books you get an whole range of fashion. This week we will focus on the Women whose choices are bad enough that it actually become apparent of day one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At least it would only require an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;annulment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-19451306095252502?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/19451306095252502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/19451306095252502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/19451306095252502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2792531563841996632</id><published>2010-01-08T07:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:13:53.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Dude on the Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sinister Forces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rough Puberty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satanic Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Rachel, the Possessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0ZUdD4g-jI/AAAAAAAAAes/VMZnlwJXdsU/s1600-h/Rachel+the+Possessed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0ZUdD4g-jI/AAAAAAAAAes/VMZnlwJXdsU/s320/Rachel+the+Possessed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424115659449629234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Rachel, the Possessed by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PATRICIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;all exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Startlingly lovely Rachel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phenwich&lt;/span&gt; knew that somehow&lt;br /&gt;she was not like other girls. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(um ... where exactly is this going?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not only that she was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phenwich&lt;/span&gt;, heiress to&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; wealth, and to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curse. But as she passed the borderline between&lt;br /&gt;childhood and young womanhood, she felt a&lt;br /&gt;strange and sinister force stirring within her - and then&lt;br /&gt;she learned the nightmare truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitantly, those close to her told her that she was sub-&lt;br /&gt;just to strange fits that transformed her from an innocent&lt;br /&gt;girl into an abandoned creature of unspeakable desires.&lt;br /&gt;And desperately, fearfully, Rachel searched for the man&lt;br /&gt;who might save her - the man who could resist and over-&lt;br /&gt;come the horrifying spirit that possessed her, and not be&lt;br /&gt;seduced and destroyed by the deadly weapon of Satan&lt;br /&gt;that Rachel's beauty had become ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME IN PAPERBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At first I thought the weird dude on the cover was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;double jointed Ringmaster flasher from Patricia, the Beautiful but reading the back cover, he is probably just one of a dozen men wandering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; property trying to score with one of these genetically predisposed Rick James style Super Freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly Rachel is looking for the wrong kind of guy anyway. If that is what she is into, why is she looking for someone who can resist it. She should really just lose those mourning clothes and hook up with Creepy over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Obviously&lt;/span&gt;, this was way before e-Harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2792531563841996632?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2792531563841996632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/rachel-possessed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2792531563841996632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2792531563841996632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/rachel-possessed.html' title='Rachel, the Possessed'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0ZUdD4g-jI/AAAAAAAAAes/VMZnlwJXdsU/s72-c/Rachel+the+Possessed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1163960400442256491</id><published>2010-01-07T11:12:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T11:14:27.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Dude on the Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prisoner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Private Girls School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danger'/><title type='text'>Patricia, the Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0YNf01GAUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/WCpVzbThnUs/s1600-h/Patricia+the+Beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0YNf01GAUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/WCpVzbThnUs/s320/Patricia+the+Beautiful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424037641622782274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Patricia, the Beautiful by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1975&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Saga of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PATRICIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;THE BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE SAGO OF THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PHENWICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WOMEN.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunningly beautiful and aristocratic Patricia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;burn was transported worlds away from the lush&lt;br /&gt;Southern plantation where she had been raised. For&lt;br /&gt;reason unclear to her, she was sent to the very&lt;br /&gt;private girls' finishing school of La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chenilla&lt;/span&gt; in far-&lt;br /&gt;away Boston to be prepared for her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Patricia began to realized she was not a pupil&lt;br /&gt;but a prisoner in this strange establishment ruled&lt;br /&gt;by a lady with a dubious past, and filled with shock-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; intrigue and chilling danger. But worse was yet&lt;br /&gt;to come. For it was in a yet more distant and lonely&lt;br /&gt;place - the great and fearful mansion of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Phen&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;wicks - that Patricia came face to face with the&lt;br /&gt;diabolical destiny designed for her, and with the&lt;br /&gt;powerful and perverse man who would not let her&lt;br /&gt;escape ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Firstly, I would guess that the weird dude on the cover must be the powerful and perverse man we hear so little about on the back.  Secondly, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; strange cloak he is wearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; makes me think he is either a flasher or has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;permanent&lt;/span&gt; "Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sardonicus&lt;/span&gt;" smile which he needs to cover. Of course the mention of him being "perverse" makes me think we are on the right track with the whole "flasher" thing. Thirdly, the fact that he is able to point his feet in two completely different directions leads me to believe he has hip damage or is a circus performer. Being that he is also described as powerful, would lead me to believe his is perhaps the Ringmaster of the circus. The hat merely lets us know he has bad taste in hats, again pointing to the whole Ringmaster thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, being the prisoner of a double jointed Ringmaster flasher is the diabolical destiny of a poor heroine? Who would have guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0YSBLlIoJI/AAAAAAAAAec/sDISiN8tJeE/s1600-h/mr_sardonicus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0YSBLlIoJI/AAAAAAAAAec/sDISiN8tJeE/s320/mr_sardonicus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424042612712054930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1163960400442256491?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1163960400442256491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/patricia-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1163960400442256491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1163960400442256491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/patricia-beautiful.html' title='Patricia, the Beautiful'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0YNf01GAUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/WCpVzbThnUs/s72-c/Patricia+the+Beautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7551037866748877313</id><published>2010-01-06T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:09:03.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Dude on the Cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dell Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agatha Christie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Multiple Personalities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isolated Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spectre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Westmacott'/><title type='text'>Unfinished Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0Y1giK4kLI/AAAAAAAAAek/nEW0EepQaqY/s1600-h/Unfinished+Portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0Y1giK4kLI/AAAAAAAAAek/nEW0EepQaqY/s320/Unfinished+Portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424081634258882738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Unfinished Portrait by Agatha Christie (writing under the name Mary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Westmacott&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Dell Books&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1962&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Haunted by Fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;As long as she could remember, Celia had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;been haunted by a spectre of evil - a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;spectre in the form of an unknown man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;whose face was graven in her mind's eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;like a permanent nightmare of terror. Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Celia found herself alone, beautiful and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;vulnerable, in an isolated Spanish town,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;staring in horrified recognition at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;stranger who had entered her room and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;smilingly closed the door behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;It was he - the man of her terrible dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;come to brutally rip away the veils of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mem&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ory&lt;/span&gt; and claim her as his own...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGATHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wrinting&lt;/span&gt; under the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MARY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WESTMACOTT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;displays a dazzling new facet of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;spellbinding genius in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;novel of breathless romance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;intrigue and danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Here we have an experiment in art &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;. Notice how the weird dude on the cover appears to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;emerging&lt;/span&gt; from our female character. Also notice that the copy from the back cover clearly tells us that this "mysterious spectre" had only existed in Celia's mind "for as long as she could remember".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take these two facts, along with statement that his "face was graven in her mind's eye like a permanent nightmare of terror" and we obviously have a case of multiple personalities. From my understanding this condition is not uncommon with those of use who are alone AND both beautiful and vulnerable. Really, it like a beautiful and vulnerable text book case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think Celia needs to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-7551037866748877313?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/7551037866748877313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/unfinished-portrait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7551037866748877313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/7551037866748877313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/unfinished-portrait.html' title='Unfinished Portrait'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/S0Y1giK4kLI/AAAAAAAAAek/nEW0EepQaqY/s72-c/Unfinished+Portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8211017237724163550</id><published>2010-01-04T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:02:55.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Happy New Year everyone and welcome to ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS UP WITH THE DUDE ON THE COVER? WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where we will try and determine, using Holmes like deduction, what is up the the dude on the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8211017237724163550?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8211017237724163550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone-and-welcome-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8211017237724163550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8211017237724163550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-everyone-and-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2108544318433883912</id><published>2009-12-16T10:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:54:07.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykBmMdKrOI/AAAAAAAAAeE/z41H2btXsb4/s1600-h/quentin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykBmMdKrOI/AAAAAAAAAeE/z41H2btXsb4/s320/quentin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415861782579948770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sadly David Selby had come to expect this at most casting calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sorry, I have had distractions, both worldly and other-worldly, that have kept me from my sworn mission of spreading the word about the art of Women Running From Houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Using Quentin's "Staircase Through Time" I plan to remedy the situation over the next few days. Make sure to check out my future-past posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thanks to all of you who have voiced concern and sent their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sympathies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2108544318433883912?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2108544318433883912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-i-have-distractions-both-worldly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2108544318433883912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2108544318433883912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/sorry-i-have-distractions-both-worldly.html' title=''/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykBmMdKrOI/AAAAAAAAAeE/z41H2btXsb4/s72-c/quentin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5185606684772744908</id><published>2009-12-16T07:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:22:44.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having to Choose Between Multiple Men/Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satanic Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actress'/><title type='text'>Olivia, the Tormented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykEJJE0lzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/T1uQvOE8bTE/s1600-h/Olivia+the+Tormented.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykEJJE0lzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/T1uQvOE8bTE/s320/Olivia+the+Tormented.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415864581991208754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Olivia the Tormented by Katheryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1976&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sage of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; Women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;OLIVIA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;THE TORMENTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gothic&lt;/span&gt; romances ever conceived -&lt;br /&gt;THE SAGO OF THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PHENWICK&lt;/span&gt; WOMEN.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghostly spirit of Augusta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt; predicted that&lt;br /&gt;the future bride of handsome, virile Joshua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Phenwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be named Olivia - but now Joshua was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;forced&lt;/span&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;choose between three incredibly tempting women who&lt;br /&gt;bore that name. One was lovely, aristocratic Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Loring&lt;/span&gt;. One was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; captivating actress, Olivia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Prit&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;chard. And one was the breathtaking Italian noble-&lt;br /&gt;woman, Olivia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; Luca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these women would make marriage a paradise.&lt;br /&gt;One would make it a hell. One could well turn it into&lt;br /&gt;a grave. But until the terrifying night in an ancient Eng-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lish&lt;/span&gt; manor when their true natures were unmasked, each&lt;br /&gt;was a creature of menacing mystery, as against a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;glit&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tering&lt;/span&gt; background of high society and satanic intrigue,&lt;br /&gt;the eeriest and most spellbinding chapter of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Phen&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;wick saga mounted to its shattering climax ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If it were me, I would rule out the chic that would make marriage hell. And the one who would, more than likely, turn it into a grave would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be out of the running. So, once again, where is the dilemm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Do men never use logic when picking a woman? Does nothing matter but looks? I mean really, I don't care how good looking a man is, if he is threatening me with a bottle of acid, I'm not going to find him hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5185606684772744908?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5185606684772744908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/olivia-tormented.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5185606684772744908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5185606684772744908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/olivia-tormented.html' title='Olivia, the Tormented'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SykEJJE0lzI/AAAAAAAAAeM/T1uQvOE8bTE/s72-c/Olivia+the+Tormented.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6215932351851524408</id><published>2009-12-03T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:21:40.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fawcett Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Howatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threatening Phone Call'/><title type='text'>The Dark Shore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxfQ3KeIvoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WYX4oKlFIA4/s1600-h/thedarkshore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxfQ3KeIvoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WYX4oKlFIA4/s320/thedarkshore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411023123431079554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Dark Shore by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Susan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Howatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt; Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The anonymous voice from the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whispered into the receiver, "Welcome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home, Mr. Towers. Does your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;financée&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know how you killed your first wife ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years ago?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Sarah moved into her new home&lt;br /&gt;as the bride of charming, enigmatic Jon&lt;br /&gt;Towers, some instinct warned her to run&lt;br /&gt;for her life. Too many "accidents" were&lt;br /&gt;beginning to plague her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah knew only that her husband's first&lt;br /&gt;wife had plunged to her death from a&lt;br /&gt;nearby cliff, under mysterious and ques-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tionable&lt;/span&gt; circumstances. Now someone was&lt;br /&gt;trying to kill Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, newlywed Sarah has an inside voice telling her to run. Could it be that some part of her knows that her "charming" new husband had something to do with his first wife's death? Could it be that Jon's home titters on the edge of a cliff. Could it be that she couldn't possible get cell service out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is you can't put a biker-chick in white heels and a maxi skirt and expect her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6215932351851524408?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6215932351851524408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-shore.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6215932351851524408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6215932351851524408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-shore.html' title='The Dark Shore'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxfQ3KeIvoI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WYX4oKlFIA4/s72-c/thedarkshore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6765455299395129949</id><published>2009-12-02T07:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T10:44:45.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pyramid Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken Engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magsie Greig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lou Marchetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnival'/><title type='text'>Dark Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxV4r-aP_VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0BrEVIjl2DQ/s1600/Dark+Carnival.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxV4r-aP_VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0BrEVIjl2DQ/s320/Dark+Carnival.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410363224238325074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dark Carnival by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maysie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Greig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover Art by Lou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Marchetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Pyramid Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1950&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;CHATEAU OF DEATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imposing form of Chateau &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Trione&lt;/span&gt; rose ominously&lt;br /&gt;above a cold, lifeless cliff from which, too recently, a&lt;br /&gt;young girl had plunged mysteriously to her death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley had come to the medieval chateau at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;invita&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tion&lt;/span&gt; of her good friend Robert, Count &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Revenau&lt;/span&gt;. She&lt;br /&gt;had come to recuperate from a broken engagement, to&lt;br /&gt;loll on the sun-drenched sands of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Riveriera&lt;/span&gt; and to lose&lt;br /&gt;herself in the gaiety of Carnival time in Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had she to do with a terrible tragedy that belonged&lt;br /&gt;to the past? Now - with new love so near - why did she&lt;br /&gt;find herself inextricable drawn to the cliffs ... to mystery&lt;br /&gt;... to death? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(all very good questions)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, &lt;a href="http://www.vintagepbks.com/marchetticovers.html"&gt;Lou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Marchetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; did a great job on this cover. It just screams Italian film dubbed in English. How appropriate. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Italy in the 1920's, Lou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Marchetti&lt;/span&gt; grew up in United States, becoming a freelance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; illustrator and portrait painter. His illustrations graced the covers of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; romance and pulp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; novels and magazines. His art was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;risqué&lt;/span&gt;, beautiful and truly memorable. There are many links to information on his art, including this &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/pzeitlin/louis_marchetti_gallery"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt; where there are posted image of h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is oil painting  by his granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFiH-QbfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PsVxkO98UIc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFiH-QbfI/AAAAAAAAAdU/PsVxkO98UIc/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410377348657737202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I want this book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFiR0z2cI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vb7Cb9Q7nv0/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFiR0z2cI/AAAAAAAAAdc/vb7Cb9Q7nv0/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410377351302470082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When he had run through the men in the boat, he had to look elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFilJCTFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ygTe0URLfeM/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWFilJCTFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ygTe0URLfeM/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410377356487576658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Another fabulous piece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWGjVRbk1I/AAAAAAAAAds/86JpRCctFUA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxWGjVRbk1I/AAAAAAAAAds/86JpRCctFUA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378468919317330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Um ... I've interrupted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6765455299395129949?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6765455299395129949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-carnival.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6765455299395129949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6765455299395129949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/dark-carnival.html' title='Dark Carnival'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxV4r-aP_VI/AAAAAAAAAdM/0BrEVIjl2DQ/s72-c/Dark+Carnival.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8284459205586657737</id><published>2009-12-01T07:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:10:54.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jospehine Edgar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Product Ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pocket Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Actress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bastard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Revenge'/><title type='text'>The Stranger at the Gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVvgclCdLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7yD_aDuW3Ds/s1600/The+Stranger+at+teh+Gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVvgclCdLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7yD_aDuW3Ds/s320/The+Stranger+at+teh+Gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410353130573558962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Stranger at the Gate by Jospehine Edgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Pocket Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forbidden Legacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she drew nearer the great hall, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;fought back the fear and dark memories that&lt;br /&gt;had made her a stranger at its gates. Six years&lt;br /&gt;ago she had been a baronet's daughter, and this&lt;br /&gt;had been her home. Now, sixteen and father-&lt;br /&gt;less, she was an actress begging her aunt, Lady&lt;br /&gt;Sefton, to take her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her aunt drove her away with the bitter&lt;br /&gt;words that Sarah was not a Sefton, and worse,&lt;br /&gt;that her true father was unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruelly hurt, Sarah vowed there would come&lt;br /&gt;a day of reckoning - when Lady Sefton would&lt;br /&gt;be humbled and Sarah would again rule her&lt;br /&gt;ancestral mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It seems to me that Lady Sefton was justified is not really liking Sarah. Firstly, she is sixteen. No one can get along with a sixteen year old. Secondly, she is an actress and teenage actresses tend to be a bit self-centered. Add that to the fact that she is a po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wer hunger bastard and I would have driven here away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now publishing is an expensive business and so is marketing. There is a story that goes around in the industry of a man who says he wastes half of the money he spends on market but he just doesn't know which half. Well Pocket Books was too smart for that. If they were going to press anyway, they were going to sell a little ad space. And if they  were going to sell ad space, they wanted to make sure it worked for their target audie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;nce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was their target audience? Well, let just say they covered all their bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzqfuDroI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xa3MvdBe_tE/s1600/Ad1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzqfuDroI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Xa3MvdBe_tE/s320/Ad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410357701261897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzyH0VcpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/p3AUzwuvxFk/s1600/Ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzyH0VcpI/AAAAAAAAAc8/p3AUzwuvxFk/s320/Ad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410357832284730002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle aged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzyTX6w-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/9L-18yP5B7c/s1600/Ad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVzyTX6w-I/AAAAAAAAAdE/9L-18yP5B7c/s320/Ad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410357835386766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;True marketing genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8284459205586657737?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8284459205586657737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/stranger-at-gate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8284459205586657737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8284459205586657737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/12/stranger-at-gate.html' title='The Stranger at the Gate'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxVvgclCdLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7yD_aDuW3Ds/s72-c/The+Stranger+at+teh+Gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1152661726413179261</id><published>2009-11-30T07:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:35:29.730-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Disappearance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quick Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ace Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brooding Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secretive Husband'/><title type='text'>The Pretty Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxU2YXNu3eI/AAAAAAAAAck/8m4WrPie4rs/s1600/ThePrettyOnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxU2YXNu3eI/AAAAAAAAAck/8m4WrPie4rs/s320/ThePrettyOnes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410290319531892194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Pretty Ones by Dorothy Eden&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1957&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHADOWS BEHIND SHADOWS; WHEELS&lt;br /&gt;WITHIN WHEELS. THIS WAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COURTLANDS&lt;/span&gt;, EMMA'S NEW HOME... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(what&lt;br /&gt;on earth are they talking about?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that nothing would ever&lt;br /&gt;upset the joys of marriage for Emma and&lt;br /&gt;her husband Barnaby, even though she&lt;br /&gt;knew little about the man she had met&lt;br /&gt;and married in a matter of weeks. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(so what&lt;br /&gt;exactly are you basing this eternal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;optimism&lt;/span&gt; on?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unpleasant rumors started&lt;br /&gt;-that Barnaby's first wife disappeared&lt;br /&gt;under sinister circumstances; that no one&lt;br /&gt;really knew what happened to the two&lt;br /&gt;pretty young governesses who simply&lt;br /&gt;ran off without cause or explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma trusted Barnaby; there were&lt;br /&gt;no questions she could or would ask him.&lt;br /&gt;But when a pathetic, lonely grave turned&lt;br /&gt;up in the field, her loyalty to her brood-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;, secretive husband gave way to cold,&lt;br /&gt;hard fear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, I knew my husband (Aaron Bias - See &lt;a href="http://aquamanrules.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silver Age Gold&lt;/a&gt;) pretty well when we got married. In fact, I could, with all confidence say I trusted him completely. (Oh to be 21 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;naive&lt;/span&gt; again) but I would have to say, I would not have had any hesitation is suspecting that he was responsible for a mass grave in my backyard even without all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suspicious&lt;/span&gt; circumstances &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;surrounding&lt;/span&gt; this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really. Mysterious disappearances, brooding, secretiveness? Emma, that ugly shirt isn't going to save you from having your neck broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1152661726413179261?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1152661726413179261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-ones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1152661726413179261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1152661726413179261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-ones.html' title='The Pretty Ones'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SxU2YXNu3eI/AAAAAAAAAck/8m4WrPie4rs/s72-c/ThePrettyOnes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2625664734889130155</id><published>2009-11-23T07:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:35:54.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragic Car Crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No Bra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grace Corren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenging Ghost'/><title type='text'>The Darkest Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwsBReqXQuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4foPQ2NWeUY/s1600/TheDarkestRoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwsBReqXQuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4foPQ2NWeUY/s320/TheDarkestRoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407417177388565218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Darkest Room by Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Corren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Touch of The Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby had been Anne Gunther's first and&lt;br /&gt;only love - but Toby was three years dead,&lt;br /&gt;killed in a tragic car crash &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(as opposed to a comic one?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for which Anne still felt responsible. But was Toby&lt;br /&gt;dead? Or was he still with her, unwilling to&lt;br /&gt;let her know peace as long as she still&lt;br /&gt;lived the life of which he had been&lt;br /&gt;deprived? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(sounds kind of like a jerk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne tried to escape to Edith&lt;br /&gt;Allen's country house, but no matter where&lt;br /&gt;she went, how far she traveled, she could&lt;br /&gt;not escape from herself. She saw Toby in&lt;br /&gt;every stranger, in every darkened room,&lt;br /&gt;until she thought that she must be losing&lt;br /&gt;her mind. The old house that was to have&lt;br /&gt;been a refuge soon became a prison -&lt;br /&gt;and then fantasy turned to reality as some-&lt;br /&gt;one in the Allen house tried to kill her! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(okay, so was&lt;br /&gt;she even invited) &lt;/span&gt;Was that someone motivated by living&lt;br /&gt;hatred for this girl who was a stranger in&lt;br /&gt;their midst - or was it the ghost of Toby,&lt;br /&gt;who could not rest until Anne joined&lt;br /&gt;him in eternity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We finally have a woman smart enough to run from a house wearing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt; matching pant and top active wear set and she doesn't think to wear shoes, or a bra for that matter! Did she leave these items in the darkest room and was unable to find them? Is Toby really such a jerk as to resent her being alive? And, if so, what was Toby's appeal to begin with? I think Anne must just go for the bad boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2625664734889130155?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2625664734889130155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkest-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2625664734889130155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2625664734889130155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkest-room.html' title='The Darkest Room'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwsBReqXQuI/AAAAAAAAAcc/4foPQ2NWeUY/s72-c/TheDarkestRoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6556684995290240357</id><published>2009-11-20T07:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:36:18.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aloof Servants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Willa Jay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resentment Toward Americans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><title type='text'>A Fear In Borzano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwbncyimUaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lYR_HdhWyDI/s1600/A+Fear+in+Borzano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwbncyimUaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lYR_HdhWyDI/s320/A+Fear+in+Borzano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406262884494102946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A Fear in Borzano by Willa Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1966&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE TOWER OF TERROR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment she arrived in&lt;br /&gt;Borzano, Sally Grant Knew that&lt;br /&gt;something was wrong. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(it's a&lt;br /&gt;wonder she stayed then)&lt;/span&gt; The&lt;br /&gt;servants were strangely aloof,&lt;br /&gt;the workmen were sullen, the&lt;br /&gt;natives unfriendly. Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;there was resentment against&lt;br /&gt;the small party of Americans who&lt;br /&gt;were transporting the Mazzini&lt;br /&gt;castle to America - and who might&lt;br /&gt;find the gold that was rumored&lt;br /&gt;to be hidden in the castle walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the greatest danger was not&lt;br /&gt;from the people of Borzano -&lt;br /&gt;it was from the something unseen,&lt;br /&gt;something evil, that lurked within&lt;br /&gt;the castle itself. Sally was the&lt;br /&gt;first to sense it - it stalked her&lt;br /&gt;like a soul-hungry demon. And&lt;br /&gt;the time came when her only&lt;br /&gt;protection was a scream!&lt;br /&gt;in the night! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(and how exactly would that help?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who would have thought that anyone would have a problem with Americans taking one of their country's landmarks and shipping it back home.  Those damn foreigners with their "but that is part of my country's history", and their "that is part our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; heritage". If it really belongs to them, then why did God give Americans enough money to buy it? You don't have an answer to that do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cover is awesome. I would swear I've seen that fountain outside of Collinwood. And exactly how long does a wine need to age in order to taste like terror and death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6556684995290240357?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6556684995290240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-in-borzano.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6556684995290240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6556684995290240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-in-borzano.html' title='A Fear In Borzano'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwbncyimUaI/AAAAAAAAAcU/lYR_HdhWyDI/s72-c/A+Fear+in+Borzano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5824554352171016762</id><published>2009-11-19T07:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:36:51.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kind of Easy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Center Part'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phenwick Women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victorian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katheryn Kimbrough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><title type='text'>Louise, the Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5KrIQ-UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gxJzAluc0UQ/s1600-h/Louise+the+Restless.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5KrIQ-UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gxJzAluc0UQ/s320/Louise+the+Restless.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399949177500268866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Louise, the Restless by Katheryn Kimbrough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1978&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;LOUISE,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;THE RESTLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is one of the spellbinding novels in the greatest&lt;br /&gt;series of gothic romances ever conceived.&lt;br /&gt;You won't want to miss the others,&lt;br /&gt;all exclusively in Popular Library editions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, Louise seemed the most perfect of Vic-&lt;br /&gt;torian young ladies - a beautiful, talented, charming&lt;br /&gt;creature, the apple of her physician father's eye, and a&lt;br /&gt;seemingly untouchable ideal to the young suitors who&lt;br /&gt;flocked around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Louise knew of the fever that burned in her blood,&lt;br /&gt;turning her life into an inferno of forbidden desire ... for&lt;br /&gt;a handsome, worldly aristocrat with too much sensual&lt;br /&gt;experience and seductive skill to be trusted ... for a&lt;br /&gt;dazzling concert pianist with a wife who refused to give&lt;br /&gt;him up ... for any man who promised to quench the rag-&lt;br /&gt;ging fires that threatened to consume all of Louise's&lt;br /&gt;hopes and dreams. There had been many Phenwick&lt;br /&gt;women before Louise - but none so blessed with every&lt;br /&gt;grace, and so damned by a curse that turned passion to&lt;br /&gt;peril and made love another word for fear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, who would have suspected the inferno of lust that could not be doused even by a center part and hood. Looks like the boys in town have really beaten a path to Louise's door by the looks of those ... wagon tracks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh those wacky Victorians! Clearly, Louise just needs to get laid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5824554352171016762?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5824554352171016762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/louise-restless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5824554352171016762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5824554352171016762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/louise-restless.html' title='Louise, the Restless'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5KrIQ-UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/gxJzAluc0UQ/s72-c/Louise+the+Restless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8878115456604191725</id><published>2009-11-18T07:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:40:43.020-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not being Believed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Alexander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Satanic Power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plantation House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Popular Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nervous Breakdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insanity'/><title type='text'>Moon Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB38HbozNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/shR-44j5oLU/s1600-h/Moon+Garden.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB38HbozNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/shR-44j5oLU/s320/Moon+Garden.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399947827888049362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Moon Garden by Jan Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Popular Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A STRANGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SATANIC POWER WAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;STALKING HER ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing from the tragedy of a loved-one's death, beau-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiful&lt;/span&gt; Ellen Miles come to her aunt's Southern mansion to&lt;br /&gt;regain her strength. Although she had only recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;suf&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fered&lt;/span&gt; a nervous breakdown, Ellen found herself gradually&lt;br /&gt;rediscovering life and romance - drawn to two handsome,&lt;br /&gt;charming men and finding love with one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly strange, terrifying events began to haunt her.&lt;br /&gt;Were the mansion and its garden really possessed by&lt;br /&gt;some diabolic force from the distance past? Or was Ellen's&lt;br /&gt;illness slowly, subtly returning to poison her thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one - not even the man she loved - believed her tales&lt;br /&gt;of terror in the night. Was his affection genuine or merely&lt;br /&gt;a means to keep her silent? Struggling against the dark&lt;br /&gt;powers that engulfed her, Ellen began to doubt her own&lt;br /&gt;sanity ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;QUEEN-SIZE GOTHICS are a new idea. They offer the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;very best in novels of romantic suspense, by the top&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;writers, greater in length and drama, richer in reading&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;pleasure. Each book is guaranteed to be:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"READING FIT FOR A QUEEN"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME IN PAPERBACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There is something wrong in the logic that would ever bring someone recovering from a nervous breakdown to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dilapidated&lt;/span&gt; old plantation house that looks to be sinking into the swamp. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ambience&lt;/span&gt; just wouldn't be good for a fragile mind. Neither would a helmet of hair that looks totally too heavy and out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;proportion&lt;/span&gt; to your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is up with all these women falling for jerks? Rule number one, if a guy doesn't believe you when you tell him something, he is probably not the guy for you. Rule number two, if you suspect  a guy is dating you  to "merely keep you silent" , he  is probably not the guy for you. Rule number three, if a guy likes hanging out  in a dilapidated old plantation house that looks to be sinking into a swamp, once again, he is probably not the guy for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8878115456604191725?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8878115456604191725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-garden.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8878115456604191725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8878115456604191725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-garden.html' title='Moon Garden'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB38HbozNI/AAAAAAAAAXs/shR-44j5oLU/s72-c/Moon+Garden.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-6389548087886987120</id><published>2009-11-12T07:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:37:24.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nancy Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Skull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turbulent Sea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie Wellsley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancient Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>Two Faces of Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB3do8XqJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7_uz0_tLNAI/s1600-h/Two+Faces+of+Fear.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB3do8XqJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7_uz0_tLNAI/s320/Two+Faces+of+Fear.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399947304307763346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Two Faces of Fear by Julie Wellsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Blood in the night ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seacliff House was ancient, a crumbling ruin&lt;br /&gt;threatened to fall into the sea. The locals avoided it,&lt;br /&gt;claiming that at best it was a house of evil and&lt;br /&gt;at worst - they shuddered, and quickly changed the&lt;br /&gt;subject. But Mary James could not change her&lt;br /&gt;mind so readily. She had accepted the job as nurse to&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Winchley in a desperate attempt to&lt;br /&gt;escape from London and she could not let the fears&lt;br /&gt;of superstitious natives drive her back to the city.&lt;br /&gt;Then the first murder was committed, and the&lt;br /&gt;blood ran free in the night. Was it a harbinger of&lt;br /&gt;things to come - or was it intended as a special&lt;br /&gt;warning to Mary? For the murderer - or murderers -&lt;br /&gt;would not be content to stop now ... and Mary&lt;br /&gt;seemed marked to be their next victim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;London must really suck for someone to prefer possible death to being there. I've never been to London but obviously I should avoid it in the future. AAA should start handing this one out as a travel brochure. Sure it wouldn't be good for their tourist industry but maybe London will think twice before being worse then being murdered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cover totally reminds me of  a Nancy Drew cover. It could be the  the upturned eyes, the clean cut look of Mary James or the face that looks to be piecing together clues but it's probably just Nancy Drew's rampant hatred of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwWtxFb_CsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uaXfCNGaKIY/s1600/NANCY+LONDON+BOOK+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SwWtxFb_CsI/AAAAAAAAAbs/uaXfCNGaKIY/s320/NANCY+LONDON+BOOK+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405917986512898754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-6389548087886987120?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/6389548087886987120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-faces-of-fear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6389548087886987120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/6389548087886987120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-faces-of-fear.html' title='Two Faces of Fear'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB3do8XqJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/7_uz0_tLNAI/s72-c/Two+Faces+of+Fear.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1133141565629744597</id><published>2009-11-11T07:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:47:22.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarissa Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tragic Car Crash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Ross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avenging Ghost'/><title type='text'>Drifthaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5yOHQVLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ih3LXXf0x_w/s1600-h/Drifthaven.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5yOHQVLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ih3LXXf0x_w/s320/Drifthaven.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399949856906171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Drifthaven by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dan Ross writing as Clarissa Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Avon Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1974&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Chilling&lt;br /&gt;Performance&lt;br /&gt;By An Actor's&lt;br /&gt;Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Jean finally regained consciousness in the&lt;br /&gt;hospital, her brother-in-law Ian was at her bedside.&lt;br /&gt;He explained that she'd been lying there unconscious&lt;br /&gt;for five years as a result of the car crash that had&lt;br /&gt;taken her husband Darrel's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darrel had been a successful actor, but a&lt;br /&gt;temperamental one and a hard drinker. Their&lt;br /&gt;marriage had always been a stormy one. Right after&lt;br /&gt;she left the hospital, Jean realized that her problems&lt;br /&gt;with Darrel were far from over. Her husband's&lt;br /&gt;ghost began to make frequent appearances. Jean was&lt;br /&gt;soon aware that Darrel intended to kill her. But a&lt;br /&gt;spirit surely couldn't do her real physical harm ...&lt;br /&gt;or could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;How many of you are guessing that it is actually going to be her brother-in-law Ian. He wants all the money her dead husband left to her. He probably had control of it while she was in a comma and, after five years, doesn't want to loose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it seems to me that after five years in a comma you are bound to wake up with some sort of supernatural powers. I don't see any way around it. Maybe she can read your thoughts. Maybe she knows what is going to happen minutes before it does. Maybe she can send you flying across the room with only an evil stare. It's hard to say, but one thing for sure is nobody better mess with Jean. And not just because she has a tough-girl, Camel smokin', steal your boyfriend and then beat you up kind of name either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1133141565629744597?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1133141565629744597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/drifthaven.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1133141565629744597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1133141565629744597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/drifthaven.html' title='Drifthaven'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB5yOHQVLI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ih3LXXf0x_w/s72-c/Drifthaven.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1429597999606703791</id><published>2009-11-09T07:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:38:31.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New England'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daoma Winston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terror'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mysterious Death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avon Books'/><title type='text'>The Inheritance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB6A41n2uI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ag7bEUEJI6I/s1600-h/The+Inheritance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB6A41n2uI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ag7bEUEJI6I/s320/The+Inheritance.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399950108893108962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Inheritance by Daoma Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Avon Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She was the heiress to&lt;br /&gt;a chilling legacy -&lt;br /&gt;a time of terror,&lt;br /&gt;torment, and death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary Ellen and her six relatives chose to live&lt;br /&gt;in the bleak New England mansion they inherited,&lt;br /&gt;a series of bizarre and baffling events occurred.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, one by one, her relatives were mysteriously&lt;br /&gt;killed. And slowly, Mary Ellen began to feel that&lt;br /&gt;she had inherited something she never guessed -&lt;br /&gt;something creeping up on her out of a maelstrom&lt;br /&gt;of fear and trembling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm going to go out on a limb and say stress. I think stress is killing her relatives. I can't imagine the expense of maintaining a house of that size, not to mention the amount of property taxes involved. Good lord. I'm stressed out about my  own house expenses and my place is only about ... um ... well it's just a little smaller than her place, so I should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great cover. If I was ever to run from a house I would definitely wear a cape. And, if at all possible, a dress that matched the place. In fact I think I may take this book into my next hair appointment and ask Whitney to give me "the trembling heiress". I think this is a beautiful cover. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1429597999606703791?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1429597999606703791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/inheritance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1429597999606703791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1429597999606703791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/inheritance.html' title='The Inheritance'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvB6A41n2uI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ag7bEUEJI6I/s72-c/The+Inheritance.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8123195778055221814</id><published>2009-11-06T07:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:38:57.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mirian Canfield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Isolated Castle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magnum Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Married to Stranger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage of Convenience'/><title type='text'>The Tuscany Madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBeHLAPmwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yGFFO5uYwxQ/s1600-h/The+Tuscany+Madonna.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBeHLAPmwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yGFFO5uYwxQ/s320/The+Tuscany+Madonna.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919430523132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Tuscany Madonna by Miriam Canfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Magnum Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1965&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;a strange proposal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely impelled by her&lt;br /&gt;father, lovely, spirited&lt;br /&gt;Denise de Bonneville accepts&lt;br /&gt;the wealthy stranger&lt;br /&gt;Brian Cowle's unorthodox&lt;br /&gt;proposal of a 'Marriage&lt;br /&gt;Blanc' - a union in name&lt;br /&gt;only - to save the family's&lt;br /&gt;ancestral chateau Les&lt;br /&gt;Cedres, which houses the&lt;br /&gt;priceless painting of&lt;br /&gt;the Madonna by Raphael.&lt;br /&gt;By authority of the family&lt;br /&gt;will, the rare painting&lt;br /&gt;can not be removed from&lt;br /&gt;the estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly, Denise returns&lt;br /&gt;to the sullen and isolated&lt;br /&gt;chateau which she feared&lt;br /&gt;in her childhood. Now as&lt;br /&gt;a bride - surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;strangers and without the&lt;br /&gt;protection of her beloved&lt;br /&gt;parents - Denise senses&lt;br /&gt;that Les Cedres is more&lt;br /&gt;ominous and filled with&lt;br /&gt;unexplicable &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(this is not my typo)&lt;/span&gt; danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When her withdrawn&lt;br /&gt;husband locks himself&lt;br /&gt;and the painting in his&lt;br /&gt;private chambers, Denise&lt;br /&gt;knows she must fight the&lt;br /&gt;enigmatic forces which&lt;br /&gt;engulf her ... She knows&lt;br /&gt;she must unbolt to door&lt;br /&gt;to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, this one just sou&lt;/span&gt;nds good. It maybe because it has a little bit of "Night of Dark Shadows" going on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The cover art has an odd finish to is but I like it. It also looks to be signed "Avalon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBc6VxBS9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/501AoBBxnak/s1600-h/Tuscany+Side.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBc6VxBS9I/AAAAAAAAAXU/501AoBBxnak/s320/Tuscany+Side.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918110562143186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8123195778055221814?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8123195778055221814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuscany-madonna.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8123195778055221814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8123195778055221814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/tuscany-madonna.html' title='The Tuscany Madonna'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBeHLAPmwI/AAAAAAAAAXc/yGFFO5uYwxQ/s72-c/The+Tuscany+Madonna.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3123018985636802381</id><published>2009-11-05T07:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:39:34.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deserted Wing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threatening Phone Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impending Madness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coronet Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GD'/><title type='text'>Cat's Prey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBOfprkjgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m_LLlNQcICk/s1600-h/Cats+Prey.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBOfprkjgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m_LLlNQcICk/s320/Cats+Prey.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399902258888740354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Cat's Prey by Dorothy Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Coronet Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1952&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;'No-one can suggest an eerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;atmosphere and the sinister trifle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;better than Miss Dorothy Eden'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;THE GUARDIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Antonia arrived in Auckland, the voice that&lt;br /&gt;warned her of danger over the telephone sounded&lt;br /&gt;heavy and menacing. It decoyed her away from the&lt;br /&gt;hotel - and while she was away someone searched her&lt;br /&gt;room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she eventually reached her cousin Simon's&lt;br /&gt;house, were the noises she heard in the night those of&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imprisoned&lt;/span&gt; and terrified  woman, or just echoes in a&lt;br /&gt;mind stretched to exhaustion? Surely she wasn't&lt;br /&gt;imagining the light in the deserted wing ... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That is two book in a row with someone being menaced via telephone. Do you think Dorothy Eden had some issues to work through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cover artist appeared to have signed their work "GD" but I have had no luck tracking down any information on them. You've got to love the matching eye shadows and dress though and anytime you can have a font color match someone's hair it is truly marketing genius! But, quite frankly, I am disappointment that there isn't actually a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3123018985636802381?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3123018985636802381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/cats-prey.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3123018985636802381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3123018985636802381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/cats-prey.html' title='Cat&apos;s Prey'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvBOfprkjgI/AAAAAAAAAWk/m_LLlNQcICk/s72-c/Cats+Prey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2863942863647070134</id><published>2009-11-04T07:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:40:12.589-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagining Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not being Believed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fawcett Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Threatening Phone Call'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Impending Madness'/><title type='text'>An Afternoon Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvAv33fwhnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RWSrLvv0FUw/s1600-h/An+Afternoon+Walk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvAv33fwhnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RWSrLvv0FUw/s320/An+Afternoon+Walk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399868590053688946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An Afternoon Walk by Dorothy Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt; Crest Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;THE SHRILL RINGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;OF THE PHONE ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shattered the peaceful sun-drenched afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice was the voice of a stranger. "Am I&lt;br /&gt;speaking to Mrs. Simpson?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," said Ella tensely, "I am Mrs. Simpson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The very lady I want. Just a word of advice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love. Drive carefully."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caller hung up abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that Ella would have wanted to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;She hated the sound of his voice. Very vulgar. But&lt;br /&gt;why was he calling her all the time? Warning her?&lt;br /&gt;About lots of things. Even about her small&lt;br /&gt;daughter, Kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you know where Kitty is?" the voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;threatened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband didn't believe a word of it. Told her&lt;br /&gt;she was imagining things. That she was loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also didn't believe about the old, empty house&lt;br /&gt;she and Kitty had stumbled upon a few afternoons&lt;br /&gt;ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; seen the house. And so had Kitty. And&lt;br /&gt;now that she thought about it she realized that all&lt;br /&gt;her troubles had begun with the visit to that house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was something dark and evil about the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;place. Something terrible. But what? And who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;would believe her even if she did find out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now I don't want to take sides here, but really, I'm sure her husband has some reason to not believe her. A person just doesn't up and decide to call their spouse a loon without some precedent. The poor man has probably been through all this before. He has probably struggle with it only to finally break down and accept  that fact that his poor wife was crazy and very likely had passed the "crazy gene" town to their child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How horrible for him. How utterly hopeless a place to find yourself, with no one to talk to but the loon herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor, poor Mr. Simpson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2863942863647070134?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2863942863647070134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/afternoon-walk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2863942863647070134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2863942863647070134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/afternoon-walk.html' title='An Afternoon Walk'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SvAv33fwhnI/AAAAAAAAAWc/RWSrLvv0FUw/s72-c/An+Afternoon+Walk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-8924667620406770116</id><published>2009-11-03T07:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:35:43.550-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katherine Wigmore Eyre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancestral Home'/><title type='text'>The Lute and the Glove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9X_HeVHII/AAAAAAAAAWU/D19WbFZIn5c/s1600-h/The+Lute+and+the+Glove.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9X_HeVHII/AAAAAAAAAWU/D19WbFZIn5c/s320/The+Lute+and+the+Glove.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399631220090150018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Lute and the Glove by Katherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wigmore&lt;/span&gt; Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Ace Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1955&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine psychological&lt;br /&gt;thriller ...&lt;br /&gt;one of the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE LUTE AND THE GLOVE is an&lt;br /&gt;entertaining novel which holds the reader&lt;br /&gt;in bone-thrilling suspense to the end as it&lt;br /&gt;probes the strange affinity of a red-haired&lt;br /&gt;American heroine for the Tudor mansion&lt;br /&gt;of her ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The past is not dead for Anne Carey&lt;br /&gt;at the centuries-old estate she visits after&lt;br /&gt;her father's death. Although summer&lt;br /&gt;blooms outside, she alone sees a winter's&lt;br /&gt;rain on non-existent window panes and&lt;br /&gt;a clandestine meeting of lovers, one of&lt;br /&gt;them her double.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How Anne learns the identity of these&lt;br /&gt;two, and how she escapes from them, pro-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vide&lt;/span&gt; unusual suspense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- WASHINGTON POST TIMES-HERALD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, this book cover holds a total of 4 reviews. The San Francisco Examiner with its "one of the best" and with The San Francisco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chronicle&lt;/span&gt; says it belongs on the "bone-chiller shelf".  So what is this "provides unusual suspense" crap from the Washington Post? Did the reviewer even bother to read it? It sounds like a book report you write when you didn't even manage to rent the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"George Orwell's Animal Farm provides an important lesson through barnyard antics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just seems like the reviewer is just not committed to the project. If you've got the ego to feel you can judge for others you really need to own it. Go for "You call that a suspense?" or "She actually being a man was obvious from the first." If you're not going to read it, be bold! Have some balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-8924667620406770116?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/8924667620406770116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/lute-and-glove.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8924667620406770116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/8924667620406770116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/lute-and-glove.html' title='The Lute and the Glove'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9X_HeVHII/AAAAAAAAAWU/D19WbFZIn5c/s72-c/The+Lute+and+the+Glove.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2557836178856113993</id><published>2009-11-02T09:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:25:30.168-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dorothy Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fawcett Books'/><title type='text'>Darkwater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9JJN1100I/AAAAAAAAAWM/NerVDMMYoJc/s1600-h/Darkwater.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9JJN1100I/AAAAAAAAAWM/NerVDMMYoJc/s320/Darkwater.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399614900923650882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Darkwater&lt;/span&gt; by Dorothy Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fawcett&lt;/span&gt; Crest Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dear Family -&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If ever you have doubts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as to what is happening, if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every you are uneasy, will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you tell me, or send a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;message to me or my aunt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If this injunction seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like nonsense to you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it may not always be nonsense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanny knew then that Adam felt as she did&lt;br /&gt;about the strange events at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Darkwater&lt;/span&gt;. Even&lt;br /&gt;before the sudden death of the old Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;amah&lt;/span&gt;, she had sensed a chill of menace in the&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere. Now there was real peril in the&lt;br /&gt;mists and fogs that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beshrouded&lt;/span&gt; the ancient&lt;br /&gt;English estate. There was danger ... especially&lt;br /&gt;for Fanny - ravishing, lovely young Fanny -&lt;br /&gt;who was too curious and headstrong for her&lt;br /&gt;own good ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A gem of its species."&lt;/span&gt; - Boston Globe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dorothy Eden ... knows how to build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gothic romance as solidly as a Gothic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tower."&lt;/span&gt; - Chicago Tribune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature plays a delicate balancing act. The spiders is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a mosquito&lt;/span&gt; what wolves are to deer. Everything needs to be kept in check. In this case Fanny is not just lovely, she is ravishing, so it is only fair to the rest of us that she also be "too curious and headstrong for her own good".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, to make up for my own breathtaking cuteness, I am a poor proofreader and grocery stores make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun with Dark Shadows October but to be completely honest, I am thrilled to be back to my cover theme. Though I am on a hunt for some weird Thanksgiving or Christmas themed "woman running" cover. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2557836178856113993?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2557836178856113993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkwater.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2557836178856113993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2557836178856113993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/11/darkwater.html' title='Darkwater'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/Su9JJN1100I/AAAAAAAAAWM/NerVDMMYoJc/s72-c/Darkwater.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3312990760233072214</id><published>2009-10-31T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:38:13.663-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3312990760233072214?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3312990760233072214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3312990760233072214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3312990760233072214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2018015196805686921</id><published>2009-10-28T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:56:07.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Parker'/><title type='text'>Dark Shadows the Salem Branch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuHDIWYtFjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/IScvAnJT49s/s1600-h/theSalemBranch.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuHDIWYtFjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/IScvAnJT49s/s320/theSalemBranch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395808376782132786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dark Shadows the Salem Branch by Lara Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the original Dark Shadows story line&lt;br /&gt;ended, Barnabas Collins had escaped&lt;br /&gt;the curse of the witch Angelique and found&lt;br /&gt;his way back to humanity after two hundred&lt;br /&gt;years as a ravenous vampire. Now actress&lt;br /&gt;Lara Parker, Angelique herself, reveals the&lt;br /&gt;next dark twist in the sage of love and cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The roots of the Collins family's power&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and wealth go deep ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas Collins is ready to embark on a new life and marriage&lt;br /&gt;with his savior, the virtuous Dr. Julia Hoffman. But when&lt;br /&gt;Antoinette, a beautiful sixties flower child with a shocking resem-&lt;br /&gt;blance to the immortal witch Angelique, rebuilds the Old House,&lt;br /&gt;his past returns to haunt him. Discovering a grisly corpse in the&lt;br /&gt;basement - where his own casket once lay - Barnabas realizes&lt;br /&gt;another vampire has invaded his domain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did Antoinette summon the vampire, or is she as innocent as she&lt;br /&gt;is beautiful? And what of her daughter, Jacqueline, confined for&lt;br /&gt;delusions of witchcraft to the local sanitarium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Back to the corrupt witch trials of old Salem itself ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas's fight to protect his family from this new threat will&lt;br /&gt;take him back through time to an evil moment in America's his-&lt;br /&gt;tory. Two hundred years ago, Jacqueline's previous incarnation&lt;br /&gt;was tried and condemned to hang as a witch in Salem.&lt;br /&gt;Desperate, she spilled the blood of her newborn babe to cure her&lt;br /&gt;greedy and corrupt judges - including a Collins. How powerful is&lt;br /&gt;her malevolent curse, and how much of her fate and her witch-&lt;br /&gt;craft does present-day Jacqueline remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;After a wait of thirty years, the next chapter in the Dark Shadows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;saga finally unfolds with the full measure of eroticism, spellbind-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;ing suspense, and gripping storytelling that made the original&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;television series a timeless hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;This cover is really cool. I think we have a men running from houses cover here. The witch, looming over a sinister house and our poor tormented hero in the foreground. Ah, Photoshop is SO fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Best thing about this book ? Lara Parker signed it. Go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuHGpCJlHOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/H34dI92wscE/s1600-h/booksign.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuHGpCJlHOI/AAAAAAAAAUo/H34dI92wscE/s320/booksign.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395812236820552930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2018015196805686921?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2018015196805686921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-salem-branch.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2018015196805686921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2018015196805686921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-salem-branch.html' title='Dark Shadows the Salem Branch'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuHDIWYtFjI/AAAAAAAAAUg/IScvAnJT49s/s72-c/theSalemBranch.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-385106061439141966</id><published>2009-10-27T08:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:56:54.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas Colins and the Mysterious Ghost - Book 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuXF05le45I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d-KyiSDJaU8/s1600-h/BARNABAS+COLLINS+AND+THE+MYSTERIOUS+GHOST+-+BK+13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuXF05le45I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d-KyiSDJaU8/s320/BARNABAS+COLLINS+AND+THE+MYSTERIOUS+GHOST+-+BK+13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396937241075311506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Barnabas Collins and the Mysterious Ghost Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ollinwood&lt;/span&gt; is plagued with a series of men&lt;br /&gt;acing events when a ballet troupe arrives&lt;br /&gt;there to perform for the summer tourists.&lt;br /&gt;One girl in particular, the beautiful Diana&lt;br /&gt;Samson, who Barnabas has come to love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(of course he has)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is repeatedly attached by a mysterious, in&lt;br /&gt;visible presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;hen the star of the ballet is murdered,&lt;br /&gt;everyone is suspect - including Diana and&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(of course he is)&lt;/span&gt; And when several graves are&lt;br /&gt;found opened, the old legend of the invisible&lt;br /&gt;ghost of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; is revived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;s the attaches on Diana continue, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Barna&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;bas must find a way to stop them before she&lt;br /&gt;is murdered. But will he have to fight a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hu&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;man enemy - or a supernatural force with&lt;br /&gt;powers greater than his own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuXH1s0EUcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qr8cSVLfuUk/s1600-h/DS+-+BACK+BK+13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuXH1s0EUcI/AAAAAAAAAVs/qr8cSVLfuUk/s320/DS+-+BACK+BK+13.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396939453849948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNABAS COLLINS AND THE MYS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TERIOUS&lt;/span&gt; GHOST is the thirteenth in a&lt;br /&gt;series of thrilling novels based on ABC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;popular suspense drama, DARK SHADOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; is like the Motel 6 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Collinsport&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone comes to stay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; all the mysterious attacks by wolves , deaths by misadventure and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;flat- out,&lt;/span&gt; poor hospitality, they all flock to visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That must be one hell of a brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SubXw6jnTLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GyAvG8MNTWU/s1600-h/CW+HiRes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SubXw6jnTLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GyAvG8MNTWU/s400/CW+HiRes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397238438802443442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuYWTTwQ8DI/AAAAAAAAAV8/BLzpO-R3ORE/s1600-h/DS+Resort+%26+Spa.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-385106061439141966?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/385106061439141966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-colins-and-mysterious-ghost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/385106061439141966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/385106061439141966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-colins-and-mysterious-ghost.html' title='Barnabas Colins and the Mysterious Ghost - Book 13'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuXF05le45I/AAAAAAAAAVk/d-KyiSDJaU8/s72-c/BARNABAS+COLLINS+AND+THE+MYSTERIOUS+GHOST+-+BK+13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1458094497253442729</id><published>2009-10-26T09:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:57:30.883-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>The Demon of Barnabas Collins - Book 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuW81f5iddI/AAAAAAAAAVc/l5FgpdTHLjo/s1600-h/THE+DEMON+OF+BARNABAS+BK+8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuW81f5iddI/AAAAAAAAAVc/l5FgpdTHLjo/s320/THE+DEMON+OF+BARNABAS+BK+8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396927355755328978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Demon of Barnabas Collins (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of a movie company at Collin-&lt;br /&gt;wood gives Barnabas a chance to escape&lt;br /&gt;Angelique's awful curse - the curse which has&lt;br /&gt;made him one of the living dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas meets and falls in love with beau-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tiful&lt;/span&gt; film star Rita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gleen&lt;/span&gt;. In order to save&lt;br /&gt;him, she introduces him to the mysterious Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Moreno who has a cure for Barnabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas is jubilant over his recover - but&lt;br /&gt;not for long. Suddenly he is in a life and death&lt;br /&gt;battle with another vampire - with Rita's life&lt;br /&gt;at stake. The only way to save her is to return&lt;br /&gt;to the curse once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DEMON OF BARNABAS COLLINS&lt;br /&gt;is the eighth in a series of thrilling novels&lt;br /&gt;based on ABC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; popular suspense drama,&lt;br /&gt;DARK SHADOWS. For a complete list, see&lt;br /&gt;page two of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Wow, Barnabas is like a teenage boy with how easily he falls in love. Just be remotely attractive and in the same general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vicinity&lt;/span&gt; and he's head-over-heels. He's ready to confess to you about his poorly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;concealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; "condition", switch to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; provider and even be willing to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;re-cursed&lt;/span&gt; all for someone he's known for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't mention it but I am just sure the before page forty he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;broached&lt;/span&gt; the subject of a joint checking account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got access to a couple more of the Dark Shadows earlier books. Even though this will make them a bit out of order, I wanted to included them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, don't you think it odd that on this cover Barnabas Collins is staring at his stake and mallet like he doesn't know quite what to do with them? I mean, he's been a vampire for 200 years, it's pretty straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1458094497253442729?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1458094497253442729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/demon-of-barnabas-collins-book-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1458094497253442729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1458094497253442729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/demon-of-barnabas-collins-book-8.html' title='The Demon of Barnabas Collins - Book 8'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuW81f5iddI/AAAAAAAAAVc/l5FgpdTHLjo/s72-c/THE+DEMON+OF+BARNABAS+BK+8.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3171055604925385659</id><published>2009-10-26T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:58:29.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Anniversary Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuH52W0UL6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1PMk18_FSXs/s1600-h/message.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuH52W0UL6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1PMk18_FSXs/s400/message.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395868540799823778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Being our thirteenth it only seems appropriate that all our plans have taken the turn that they have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I love you Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3171055604925385659?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3171055604925385659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/anniversary-message.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3171055604925385659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3171055604925385659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/anniversary-message.html' title='Anniversary Message'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuH52W0UL6I/AAAAAAAAAVU/1PMk18_FSXs/s72-c/message.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-518588966623081766</id><published>2009-10-23T09:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:00:50.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Massie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen Mark Rainey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Parker'/><title type='text'>Dark Shadows Dreams of the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuG57y17IMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/D_Ub0LUMpBQ/s1600-h/DreamsoftheDark.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuG57y17IMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/D_Ub0LUMpBQ/s320/DreamsoftheDark.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395798265477931202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dark Shadows Dreams of the Dark by Stephen Mark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rainey&lt;/span&gt; and Elizabeth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Massie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;BLOOD REVENGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelique and Barnabas. Lovers once upon&lt;br /&gt;a time, through treachery and deceit they have&lt;br /&gt;now become immortal enemies. To pay for her&lt;br /&gt;evil jealously that left Barnabas damned to&lt;br /&gt;feast on the blood of humans, Angelique has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; banished to the netherworld. Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas lives a lie, carefully guarding his&lt;br /&gt;hellish secret from the unsuspecting mortals&lt;br /&gt;with whom he lives - including Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Winters, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ethereally&lt;/span&gt; beautiful governess to&lt;br /&gt;the Collins family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined to escape her dark&lt;br /&gt;imprisonment, Angelique conjures a diabolical&lt;br /&gt;plan that will make her flesh again. Using her&lt;br /&gt;psychic powers, she will send another vampire&lt;br /&gt;to destroy Barnabas completely. But as she will&lt;br /&gt;soon discover, the powers of darkness may&lt;br /&gt;have found their match in the burning light of&lt;br /&gt;innocence .... and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Vividly imagined, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grippingly&lt;/span&gt; written,&lt;br /&gt;each Dark Shadows novel is filled with the&lt;br /&gt;eroticism, supernatural suspense, and&lt;br /&gt;spellbinding story telling that has made this&lt;br /&gt;classic daytime serial a timeless hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, well our covers are getting a little closer to the theme. We have a beautiful house which, for our purposes, we will call scary. We have a bat and we have a man wearing too much make-up posing with a cane in a less than menacing way, but for our purposes we will say that we are being threatened by a cane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think that in this cover WE are the woman running from the house. Pretty exciting really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Must read gothic romance novels when walking on the treadmill for increased speed inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-518588966623081766?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/518588966623081766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-dreams-of-dark.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/518588966623081766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/518588966623081766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-dreams-of-dark.html' title='Dark Shadows Dreams of the Dark'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuG57y17IMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/D_Ub0LUMpBQ/s72-c/DreamsoftheDark.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3431241308132989052</id><published>2009-10-22T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:01:51.234-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lara Parker'/><title type='text'>Dark Shadows Angelique's Descent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuCxv_5ZV8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fmT3kCq_5lA/s1600-h/AngeliquesDesent.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuCxv_5ZV8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fmT3kCq_5lA/s320/AngeliquesDesent.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395507791753992130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dark Shadows Angelique's Descent by Lara Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Harper Collins Publishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1998&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Two of the most popular Dark Shadows characters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Barnabas Collins and Angelique, were eternally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;bound by love and hate. Now, actress Lara Parker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Angelique herself, tells you how it all began.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A PASSION BORN IN ECSTASY ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dashing heir of a New England shipping magnate,&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas Collins captured the heart of the exquisite, young&lt;br /&gt;Angelique amidst the sensual beauty of Martinique, her&lt;br /&gt;island home. But Angelique's brief happiness is doomed&lt;br /&gt;when Barnabas cruelly deserts her and becomes engaged to&lt;br /&gt;another. Little, though, does Barnabas know of the evil his&lt;br /&gt;betrayal will unleash  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;AND DESTROYED BY JEALOUSY AND BETRAYAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Angelique is no ordinary woman. Raised in the&lt;br /&gt;mysterious black art of voodoo witchcraft, she had long ago&lt;br /&gt;pledged her soul to darkness and become immortal. Vowing&lt;br /&gt;to torment and destroy Barnabas, a vengeful Angelique&lt;br /&gt;damns him to eternal life as a vampire - a companion to&lt;br /&gt;accompany her forever. Little, though, does Angelique&lt;br /&gt;understand the depth of Barnabas's fury...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vividly imagined, grippingly written, each Dark Shadows&lt;br /&gt;novel is filled with the eroticism, supernatural suspense, and&lt;br /&gt;spellbinding storytelling that has made this classic daytime&lt;br /&gt;serial a timeless hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now I promised all Dark Shadows this month but I have run out of the 60's and 70's novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge fan of Dark Shadows, and of the books written by Dan Ross. And, while this one is actually written far better, it just loses the innocence of the old show and book series. It is still fun and Angelique, of course, is a total badass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3431241308132989052?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3431241308132989052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-angeliques-descent.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3431241308132989052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3431241308132989052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/dark-shadows-angeliques-descent.html' title='Dark Shadows Angelique&apos;s Descent'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SuCxv_5ZV8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fmT3kCq_5lA/s72-c/AngeliquesDesent.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2883365896231838655</id><published>2009-10-21T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:02:53.860-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas, Quentin, And the Magic Potion - Book 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St4TLTyQh3I/AAAAAAAAATI/udgYbLDGomQ/s1600-h/DS+Book+25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St4TLTyQh3I/AAAAAAAAATI/udgYbLDGomQ/s320/DS+Book+25.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394770488646993778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas, Quentin, and the Magic Potion&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1971&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St4TUBmG1tI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cu92B8pEv7c/s1600-h/Back+BK+25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St4TUBmG1tI/AAAAAAAAATQ/cu92B8pEv7c/s200/Back+BK+25.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394770638383011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas predicts trouble for Collin-&lt;br /&gt;wood when Nicholas Freeze, in whose&lt;br /&gt;antique shop Carolyn Stoddard works, dis-&lt;br /&gt;covers a centuries-old potion that promises&lt;br /&gt;eternal youth. Soon after, Mr. Freeze's&lt;br /&gt;daughter Hazel, tricked into taking the&lt;br /&gt;serum, dies. Carolyn is grief-stricken over&lt;br /&gt;her friend's death. Barnabas insists she stay&lt;br /&gt;on at the shop to watch Nicholas Freeze and&lt;br /&gt;his associates, one of who Carolyn suspects&lt;br /&gt;is Quentin Collins, back at Collinwood in a&lt;br /&gt;disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Carolyn sees Hazel's ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She interprets this as a warning that Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Freeze has marked her for his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas still refuses to let her quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has Barnabas made a fatal mistake by&lt;br /&gt;deliberately endangering Carolyn's life? Or&lt;br /&gt;will his plan avenge Hazel's murder and put&lt;br /&gt;her spirit to rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Why does Carolyn need a job?  If she does need a job, why doesn't she work for the family? Don't they own a shipyard or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that the Collins family abandoned a house because it became dusty. It's hard to believe any of them really have an appreciation for antiques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I really don't think that Barnabas needs to worry so much about Mr. Freeze. I do believe that the Dynamic Duo are  already on the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St5vIzPeESI/AAAAAAAAATY/-wA06TA1JQc/s1600-h/batmanandrobin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St5vIzPeESI/AAAAAAAAATY/-wA06TA1JQc/s200/batmanandrobin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394871600621162786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2883365896231838655?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2883365896231838655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-magic-potion-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2883365896231838655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2883365896231838655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-magic-potion-book.html' title='Barnabas, Quentin, And the Magic Potion - Book 25'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St4TLTyQh3I/AAAAAAAAATI/udgYbLDGomQ/s72-c/DS+Book+25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2516564347350429102</id><published>2009-10-20T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:07:24.940-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas, Quentin and the Frightened Bride - Book 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St3HOMm-tnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZGd3l_qbctM/s1600-h/DS+Book+22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St3HOMm-tnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZGd3l_qbctM/s320/DS+Book+22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394686975376537202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas, Quentin and the Frightened Bride&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St3HhaNbobI/AAAAAAAAATA/PF79IYCJ73U/s1600-h/Back+BK+22.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St3HhaNbobI/AAAAAAAAATA/PF79IYCJ73U/s200/Back+BK+22.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394687305444991410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann and John Hayward's honeymoon at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; slowly turns into a series of&lt;br /&gt;nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after their arrival, John, who is re-&lt;br /&gt;covering from a war injury, falls victim to&lt;br /&gt;strange, violent spells. In a fit of irrational&lt;br /&gt;jealousy, he accuses his wife of falling in love&lt;br /&gt;with Barnabas Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a series of attacks on her life&lt;br /&gt;frighten Ann into believing John is trying to&lt;br /&gt;kill her. Though tormented by doubts of&lt;br /&gt;John's sanity, she believes his warning that&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas is a vampire. Ann nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;accepts help from Barnabas - and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unknow&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ingly&lt;/span&gt; becomes the prey to the evil forces at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lets break this down, shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, John Hayward is too cheap to take his wife anywhere good for their honeymoon. I see nothing romantic at all about spending ones first few weeks of marriage around a bunch of angry people you don't know. (that's for Thanksgiving)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the only irrational thing about John's jealousy is that it is about Barnabas Collins. How can you suspect your woman of falling for Barnabas when Quentin "Man of Action" is staying in the same house. I have seen that man violently tear a decorator sword from the wall to defend himself and back HARD into a doorknob with barely a flinch. What woman wouldn't fall for that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, and most importantly, Barnabas Collins is the worst vampire of all time. Why does everyone always "suspect" him of being a vampires? Because he is so painfully obvious with his "I won't be back until after sunset.", "I'll be out of town during the daylight." and "Oh, by the way, I'm not a vampire." stuff. That man really needs to learn a little about playing it close to the vest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2516564347350429102?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2516564347350429102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-frightened-bride.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2516564347350429102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2516564347350429102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-frightened-bride.html' title='Barnabas, Quentin and the Frightened Bride - Book 22'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/St3HOMm-tnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/ZGd3l_qbctM/s72-c/DS+Book+22.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-4730808398909948599</id><published>2009-10-19T12:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:35:14.628-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Email from Reader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special Message'/><title type='text'>Email for a Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I just received my first email from a reader. I was so exited I wanted to share ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;I’m a 53yr old married biker dude who just so happens to love the old Gothic Romances.  My wife loves books generally reserved as “guy books” so we really have our roles turned around but hey, it works for us.  I really enjoyed going through your web site and blowing up every book cover to take a closer look.  I appreciated your comments on the books.  I sure hope you keep adding book covers!  Are there many people interested in Gothic Romance?  I feel like I’m out there all alone until I see a website like yours.  Usually they have long since become inactive but you are going on strong.  That is refreshing for me.  Keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Tecumseh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;, Kansas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Clark. Glad you enjoy the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-4730808398909948599?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/4730808398909948599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-for-reader.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4730808398909948599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4730808398909948599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/email-for-reader.html' title='Email for a Reader'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1558612627240935086</id><published>2009-10-19T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:07:58.921-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas, Quentin and the Nightmare Assassin - Book 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StyJnvXsN2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/si2uCStHJI8/s1600-h/Book+18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StyJnvXsN2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/si2uCStHJI8/s320/Book+18.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394337769506748258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas, Quentin and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NIghtmare&lt;/span&gt; Assassin&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StyJ4-wPn8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/zhp-AVNiQsw/s1600-h/back+-+bk+18.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StyJ4-wPn8I/AAAAAAAAAP8/zhp-AVNiQsw/s200/back+-+bk+18.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394338065694040002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn Stoddard is knocked unconscious&lt;br /&gt;when the sports car she and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barnbas&lt;/span&gt; are rid-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; in skids on a patch of ice. She regains con-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sciousness&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; with Barnabas and&lt;br /&gt;Quentin Collins at her side - but the year is&lt;br /&gt;1870! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt; is being terrorized by a&lt;br /&gt;savage Killer. Carolyn likes Quentin and re-&lt;br /&gt;fuses to believe that even in werewolf form he&lt;br /&gt;could be the murderer. But even Quentin is&lt;br /&gt;convinced of his own guilt. The old family&lt;br /&gt;lawyer hires someone to kill him. Several days&lt;br /&gt;later, before he can reveal the assassin's name,&lt;br /&gt;the lawyer dies. Quentin has signed his own&lt;br /&gt;death sentence, marked for death by an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;known killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNABAS, QUENTIN AND THE&lt;br /&gt;NIGHTMARE ASSASSIN in the eighteenth&lt;br /&gt;in a series of thrilling novels based on ABC-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; popular suspense drama, DARK&lt;br /&gt;SHADOWS. For a complete list, see page 2&lt;br /&gt;of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I believe I have actually read this one. But even with the moment by moment back over synopsis, I can't remember it every well. The one thing I do remember is that the "sports car" the back cover refers to is a station wagon, Barnabas, it seems, is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; being referred to as "handsome" and Caroline seems to want to shag her own cousins. Distant or know, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing about this one? Take a look at the mustache on Roger! Isn't it fabulous. Now there's a real man for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1558612627240935086?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1558612627240935086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-nightmare-assassin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1558612627240935086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1558612627240935086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-nightmare-assassin.html' title='Barnabas, Quentin and the Nightmare Assassin - Book 18'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StyJnvXsN2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/si2uCStHJI8/s72-c/Book+18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-173108138087410929</id><published>2009-10-16T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:08:26.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas, Quentin and the Mummy's Curse - Book 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteFe4zutAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KE6ju2jHxsM/s1600-h/DS+Book+16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteFe4zutAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KE6ju2jHxsM/s320/DS+Book+16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392925844491383810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas, Quentin and the Mummy's Curse&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteFmx0A77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/DfeSW8h_uH4/s1600-h/back+bk16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteFmx0A77I/AAAAAAAAAPI/DfeSW8h_uH4/s200/back+bk16.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392925980052484018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Professor Anthony Collins decides&lt;br /&gt;to catalog his Egyptian relics at Collinwood,&lt;br /&gt;he brings with him the mummy of King Re-&lt;br /&gt;hotip, who "died" over 2000 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Only the professor knows &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(and everyone who&lt;br /&gt;just  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;saw the quotes around the word dead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Rehotip is really in a state of suspended&lt;br /&gt;animation. One night, the professor brings the&lt;br /&gt;mummy to life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(of course he does)&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly a&lt;br /&gt;young girl is killed. The police suspect Quentin&lt;br /&gt;Collins. Maggie Evans, certain the killer is the&lt;br /&gt;mummy wants to warn the police. Professor Collins&lt;br /&gt;threatens to accuse Barnabas if she does.&lt;br /&gt;Frightened into silence, Maggie lives in ter-&lt;br /&gt;ror, wondering if she will be the next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, this is the Collins family. They live in Collinwood. They live in a town called Collinsport. Can't they just hush this stuff up like a Kennedy would? Surely there is benefit to being super rich, living in a house everyone in town is too spooked to go near and, most importantly of all, being the biggest employer around. I mean, what's a little bit of "the walking dead" to sixty thousand a year at the Collins family shipyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-173108138087410929?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/173108138087410929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-mummys-curse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/173108138087410929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/173108138087410929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-quentin-and-mummys-curse.html' title='Barnabas, Quentin and the Mummy&apos;s Curse - Book 16'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteFe4zutAI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KE6ju2jHxsM/s72-c/DS+Book+16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-5569564334832284921</id><published>2009-10-15T09:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:08:54.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas Collins and the Gypsy Witch - Book 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteDy1d1HXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kaNt3cPzD1Q/s1600-h/Dark+Shadows+Book+15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteDy1d1HXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kaNt3cPzD1Q/s320/Dark+Shadows+Book+15.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392923988168351090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas Collins and the Gypsy Witch&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteD6A__9aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8yEsE8w7hcs/s1600-h/Back+14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteD6A__9aI/AAAAAAAAAO4/8yEsE8w7hcs/s200/Back+14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392924111523542434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arned&lt;/span&gt; by a gypsy witch that violent&lt;br /&gt;death will surround her, Roxanna Collins&lt;br /&gt;turns to her distant cousin, Barnabas, for&lt;br /&gt;help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Barnabas is also in trouble. For when&lt;br /&gt;Roxanna's father and brother are murdered&lt;br /&gt;suspicion centers on Barnabas. Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, who feels she is under some strange&lt;br /&gt;spell, soon begins to doubt the man she has&lt;br /&gt;come to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save his life, Barnabas must prove to&lt;br /&gt;the police - and to Roxanna - that he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;cent. And he must find the key to the mad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; mystery surrounding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before Roxanne becomes the next victim in&lt;br /&gt;a nightmare of evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARNABAS COLLINS AND THE GYPSY WITCH is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;teenth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a series of thrilling novels based on ABC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suspense drama, DARK SHADOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Okay, Barnabas Collins is a vampire. Why does he care if the police as suspicious of him for a crime? Shouldn't he just kill them? I mean, if I were ever a vampire, I would just kill them. All of them. Roxanna, her father, her brother, the police. Everybody really. Then I'd kill the Gypsy Witch for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;revealing&lt;/span&gt; my agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-5569564334832284921?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/5569564334832284921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-and-gypsy-witch-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5569564334832284921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/5569564334832284921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-and-gypsy-witch-book.html' title='Barnabas Collins and the Gypsy Witch - Book 15'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/SteDy1d1HXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/kaNt3cPzD1Q/s72-c/Dark+Shadows+Book+15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-3826284840241923190</id><published>2009-10-14T09:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T12:09:37.436-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas Collins and Quentin's Demon - Book 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StS3EBDpTqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4mVRa3nk3jw/s1600-h/Barnabas+Collins+and+Quentin%27s+Demon+-+Book+14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StS3EBDpTqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4mVRa3nk3jw/s320/Barnabas+Collins+and+Quentin%27s+Demon+-+Book+14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392135933500411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas Collins and Quentin's Demon&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1970&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;IS THERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;A WEREWOLF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;LOOSE AT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;COLLINWOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WILL LARA BALFOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;HAVE TO DIE TO FIND OUT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StS3XLjKQbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bt38xShmCqs/s1600-h/back+-+bk+14.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StS3XLjKQbI/AAAAAAAAAOY/bt38xShmCqs/s200/back+-+bk+14.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392136262734463410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Quentin Collins invited Lara Balfour to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt;, they knew each other only  from the&lt;br /&gt;correspondence that had grown out of Quentin's&lt;br /&gt;admiration for the haunting waltz her father had&lt;br /&gt;composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon Quentin professed to love Lara - but is his&lt;br /&gt;love really a threat? His first wife's throat was torn&lt;br /&gt;out by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wolflike&lt;/span&gt; creature who escaped capture.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, other young women had died in the&lt;br /&gt;same grisly fashion ... in the full of the moon, when&lt;br /&gt;Quentin's mysterious "attacks" occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lara faces the terrifying possibility that her&lt;br /&gt;brooding, sensitive host is a werewolf. She won't&lt;br /&gt;leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Collinwood&lt;/span&gt;, for that would mean leaving&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas, who she has come to love. But will Bar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nabas&lt;/span&gt; be able to save her, if she strays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In 1968, when the the Dark Shadows producers began to feel that their immortal vampire wasn't as young as he used to be, the show &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; they needed some fresh "eye candy". Well, since nothing gets ladies a-swooning like tall, snide and paste-on mutton chops, (Actually, replace snide with smart-ass and you have my now husband when I first met him. I made him get rid of the mutton chops though.) Quentin Collins was born. Leaving Barnabas to battle him for the ladies attention and forcing him to share the spotlight in all but two of the books that followed Quentin's introduction. Poor, poor Barnabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-3826284840241923190?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/3826284840241923190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-and-quentins-demon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3826284840241923190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/3826284840241923190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-and-quentins-demon.html' title='Barnabas Collins and Quentin&apos;s Demon - Book 14'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StS3EBDpTqI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/4mVRa3nk3jw/s72-c/Barnabas+Collins+and+Quentin%27s+Demon+-+Book+14.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-4923303295513418008</id><published>2009-10-13T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:11:17.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><title type='text'>Barnabas Collins In A Funny Vein - Un-numbered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOLiD3rvEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dqioByjR4Jk/s1600-h/Barnabas+Collins+In+A+Funny+Vein+-+Un-Numbered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOLiD3rvEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dqioByjR4Jk/s320/Barnabas+Collins+In+A+Funny+Vein+-+Un-Numbered.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391806596163288130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas Collins In A Funny Vein&lt;/span&gt; by No Author Listed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOLvl9PcbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N1jFywwqAmM/s1600-h/back+-+unnumbered.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOLvl9PcbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N1jFywwqAmM/s200/back+-+unnumbered.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391806828651704754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dig the groovy new humor craze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;that's sweeping the country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;-inspired by TV's cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ghoul, Barnabas Collins - America's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;favorite pain in the neck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Barnabas accept the part in DARK SHADOWS?&lt;br /&gt;Because they said he could drink on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did Barnabas become a vampire?&lt;br /&gt;He failed his blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does Barnabas open the door to his house?&lt;br /&gt;He uses a skeleton key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Barnabas like to bite airplane pilots?&lt;br /&gt;He says they make him high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Barnabas use make-up when he goes on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise he'd have DARK SHADOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Vampires are well known as they are for their sense of humor this seems like an easy leap to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually embarrassed 40 years later for Barnabas Collins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-4923303295513418008?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/4923303295513418008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-in-funny-vein-un.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4923303295513418008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/4923303295513418008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-in-funny-vein-un.html' title='Barnabas Collins In A Funny Vein - Un-numbered'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOLiD3rvEI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dqioByjR4Jk/s72-c/Barnabas+Collins+In+A+Funny+Vein+-+Un-Numbered.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-2987159308669001760</id><published>2009-10-12T09:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:12:08.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>Barnabas Collins Versus The Warlock - Book 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOIMV8Z4NI/AAAAAAAAANw/euqrxOWjUSs/s1600-h/Barnabas+Collins+Versus+The+Warlock+-+Book+11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOIMV8Z4NI/AAAAAAAAANw/euqrxOWjUSs/s320/Barnabas+Collins+Versus+The+Warlock+-+Book+11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391802924522922194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Barnabas Collins Versus The Warlock &lt;/span&gt;by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOIicmXZiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FTypab2tJ28/s1600-h/back+-+bk+11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOIicmXZiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/FTypab2tJ28/s200/back+-+bk+11.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391803304266655266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;David Collins and Amy Jennings, two charming,&lt;br /&gt;innocent children are suddenly turned into demons.&lt;br /&gt;At first their pranks only anny Maggie Evans, their&lt;br /&gt;governess. But soon she realizes they have become&lt;br /&gt;malicious, bent on destroying all at Collinwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convinced the children are possessed by a mys-&lt;br /&gt;terious, supernatural power, and  frightened for her&lt;br /&gt;life, Maggie turns for help to Barnabas Collins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will his power be strong enough to overcome the&lt;br /&gt;evil forces that captured the minds of the children&lt;br /&gt;before they - and Barnabas - are completely at the&lt;br /&gt;mercy of the Devil himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BARNABAS COLLINS VERSUS THE WAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOCK is the eleventh in a series of thrilling novels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;based on ABC-TV's popular suspense drama, DARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHADOWS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-2987159308669001760?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/2987159308669001760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-versus-warlock-book-11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2987159308669001760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/2987159308669001760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/barnabas-collins-versus-warlock-book-11.html' title='Barnabas Collins Versus The Warlock - Book 11'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StOIMV8Z4NI/AAAAAAAAANw/euqrxOWjUSs/s72-c/Barnabas+Collins+Versus+The+Warlock+-+Book+11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-1344898882290093299</id><published>2009-10-09T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:12:48.553-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>The Foe of Barnabas Collins - Book 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StNNlUhP3PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jmbM_9uUDPE/s1600-h/The+Foe+of+Barnabas+Collins+Bk+9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StNNlUhP3PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jmbM_9uUDPE/s320/The+Foe+of+Barnabas+Collins+Bk+9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738482451274994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;The Foe of Barnabas Collins&lt;/span&gt; by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Copyright 1969&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StN8y0yAmCI/AAAAAAAAANo/WIWjN0znE0o/s1600-h/back+-+bk+9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StN8y0yAmCI/AAAAAAAAANo/WIWjN0znE0o/s200/back+-+bk+9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391790391496316962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Barnabas befriends lovely Paula Jennings&lt;br /&gt;right after her marriage to strange, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mysteri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ous&lt;/span&gt; Christopher Jennings. He feels protective&lt;br /&gt;towards the lovely heiress because he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sus&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pects&lt;/span&gt; Christopher is the werewolf who has&lt;br /&gt;been ravaging the countryside. When Chris-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;topher&lt;/span&gt; is joined by Melissa Henry (the rein-&lt;br /&gt;carnation of the evil Angelique), Barnabas is&lt;br /&gt;certain Paula is in terrible danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnabas knows he can defeat the evil&lt;br /&gt;werewolf. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(well, that kind of takes some of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;suspense away)&lt;/span&gt; But will his powers be stronger&lt;br /&gt;than those of the beautiful - and deadly -&lt;br /&gt;Angelique?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOE OF BARNABAS COLLINS is&lt;br /&gt;the ninth in a series of thrilling novels based&lt;br /&gt;on ABC-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; popular suspense drama,&lt;br /&gt;DARK SHADOWS. For a complete list, see&lt;br /&gt;page two of this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2661016905862135918-1344898882290093299?l=womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/feeds/1344898882290093299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/foe-of-barnabas-collins-book-9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1344898882290093299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2661016905862135918/posts/default/1344898882290093299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenrunningfromhouses.blogspot.com/2009/10/foe-of-barnabas-collins-book-9.html' title='The Foe of Barnabas Collins - Book 9'/><author><name>Spectergirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17811827864919525496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iucA4knbJ3A/TyLBfgp6wUI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Hjk7dxMW0QY/s220/MeBlueToo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StNNlUhP3PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/jmbM_9uUDPE/s72-c/The+Foe+of+Barnabas+Collins+Bk+9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2661016905862135918.post-7458669053178301300</id><published>2009-10-08T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:13:14.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dark Shadows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn (Dan) Ross'/><title type='text'>The Secret of Barnabas Collins - Book 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StNNV1it7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sMNS0iy95KA/s1600-h/The+Secret+of+Barnabas+Collins+Bk+7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w-SKKd4lZYw/StNNV1it7ZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sMNS0iy95KA/s320/The+Secret+of+Barnabas+Collins+Bk+7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391738216437902738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt; The Secret of Barnabas Collins &lt;/span&gt;by Marilyn (Dan) Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;published by Paperback Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0,
