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Is Linda Randolph crazy? Or being "gaslighted"? Michaels keeps you guessing--at least most of the way through the book. And when you figure it out, there is still plenty of suspense to go around.
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A mystery with a twist of occult. Linda Randolph hears voices, and her husband tells her she's losing her mind. But is it Gordon Randolph who is behind the dark forces haunting her.
Loved this book
A very strange book but worth the read.
Michaels is a great storyteller...spinetingling!
Beyound the insistant whispers of fear... the house talked; Linda could hear it. The objects in it talked too-chairs,tables,couches, a big,squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner the bedroom. But the voice of the house was the loudest.Sometimes it said,leave him; sometimes it wailed,I wish he'd die. and sometimes the suggestion was more direct. Linda was afraid that, as her husband sugested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was truely involved with the dark and brutal forces beyound the limits of human sanity...
A young writer named Michael Collins (I wonder, did Ms. Michaels deliberately give this guy the same name as the Irish rebel? Or a coincidence?) arrives as the home or wealthy intelligent philanthropist millionaire Randolph. Collins is immediately attracted to Randolph's beautiful younger wife Linda, but can't help noticing that Linda is dulling her pain with alcohol, seems to be both hateful toward her husband and terrified of something she can't name. The sight of large dogs, for example, throws her into fainting fits.
Collins also senses something strange and sinister about Randolph, despite the latter's charming and hearty manner. He checks into the backgrounds of people who knew Randolph before he married his wife, and finds disturbing but nebulous results. Then Linda, whom her husband claims is insane, runs away and keeps running, with a bizarre old witch as her only solid ally. But Linda has a counter-claim about Randolph, that implies something far darker and more horrifying than mere insanity.
This book has amazing atmosphere, especially in the first chapter where Linda is clearly terrified and emotionally threadbare, but there is no sign as to why. The creepiness pervades virtually every scene with and about Randolph. Collins himself is a nice, sympathetic character with a great balance of sensitivity and "macho"; as for Linda, it's a little difficult to determine whether she's correct, insane, or a bit of both. As for Randolph--he WILL give you goosebumps.
Collins also senses something strange and sinister about Randolph, despite the latter's charming and hearty manner. He checks into the backgrounds of people who knew Randolph before he married his wife, and finds disturbing but nebulous results. Then Linda, whom her husband claims is insane, runs away and keeps running, with a bizarre old witch as her only solid ally. But Linda has a counter-claim about Randolph, that implies something far darker and more horrifying than mere insanity.
This book has amazing atmosphere, especially in the first chapter where Linda is clearly terrified and emotionally threadbare, but there is no sign as to why. The creepiness pervades virtually every scene with and about Randolph. Collins himself is a nice, sympathetic character with a great balance of sensitivity and "macho"; as for Linda, it's a little difficult to determine whether she's correct, insane, or a bit of both. As for Randolph--he WILL give you goosebumps.
From the cover - Beyond the insistent whispers of fear... The house talked; Linda Randolph could hear it. The objects in it talked, too - chairs, tables, couches, a big, squashy hassock that squatted obscenely in a corner of the bedroom. But the voice of the house was loudest. Sometimes it said, leave him; sometimes it wailed, I wish he'd die. And sometimes its suggestion was more direct. Linda was afraid that, as her husband suggested, she was losing her mind. Either that, or her husband was truly involved with dark and brutal forces beyond the limits of human sanity.
