A Ghost Story Omnibus Volume Three
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A Ghost Story Omnibus Volume Three
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H.E. Bulstrode
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The Orangery
Wooed by a Georgian gentleman of taste, a young bride-to-be finds that all is not as it appears at her fiancé’s elegant Gaddesbury estate. There is a whiff of corruption at its heart which, for all his acid wit and fashionable acquaintance, grows ever stronger, until . . .
Her Master’s Call
Temesforde. Such a peaceful Shropshire parish. And yet, what a pity about the vicar. What did he know? How could he have known? The Reverend Ruth More knows nothing of it when she arrives to start life afresh. And then she meets a charming visiting academic, whose charms run far deeper than she could possibly have thought.
Nequid Pereat
There is that that we wish to remember, and that which we wish to forget. And as for the consequences of our actions, well, they can so often be unforeseen; promises can be fragile things. As for Henry Tillotson, his war was over; he thought that the hell of the trenches was behind him. And yet, one Remembrance Sunday, a certain doubt began to creep in, and the shadows began to take more tangible form.
The Fell Walker
The fells can be unpredictable. The weather can change in an instant. Even on a clear day, you may find yourself of a sudden enveloped in mist and fog. And so it was for a particular taciturn Yorkshireman, who found himself alone on Carrock Fell, until he happened upon two strangers lost in the murk. Eccentrics?
Bladud
What elegant wonders do we see sprout from the fecund soil of our very own Bath! The New Assembly Rooms - are they not a fashionable marvel? Indeed, I see that you are as entranced by such elegance as I, and so you are to be commended for your taste. But as for that poor architect . . . you wish me to say something of him? You have heard his name, have you not? I am afraid that it escapes me now. But as for the rumours – egad! Are they not fantastical? Morbid? Can they truly be believed? And yet, I have it on good authority that he found something there, pulled from the earth by the common labourers. Better that they should have put it back, it seems. But it is too late now.
Cold in Alabaster
‘Make it a true likeness of my young Lady Matlowe. See to it that you capture her youth.’ And so comes a master mason to an isolated Derbyshire parish. Cold, and wet, it is far from to his liking, unlike the subject of his latest commission. And yet, hesitancy for once stills his hand. Could it be that he serves not Lord Matlowe alone?
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