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BORGO PRESS BOOKS BY VICTOR J. BANIS
The Astral: Till the Day I Die
Avalon: An Historical Novel
The C.A.M.P. Cookbook
The C.A.M.P. Guide to Astrology
Charms, Spells, and Curses for the Millions
Color Him Gay: That Man from C.A.M.P.
The Curse of Bloodstone: A Gothic Novel of Terror
Darkwater: A Gothic Novel of Horror
The Daughters of Nightsong: An Historical Novel (Nightsong Saga #2)
The Devil’s Dance: A Novel of Terror
Drag Thing; or, The Strange Tale of Jackle and Hyde
The Earth and All It Holds: An Historical Novel
A Family Affair: A Novel of Terror
Fatal Flowers: A Novel of Horror
Fire on the Moon: A Novel of Terror
The Gay Dogs: That Man from C.A.M.P.
The Gay Haunt
The Glass House: A Novel of Terror
The Glass Painting: A Gothic Tale of Horror
Goodbye, My Lover
The Greek Boy
The Green Rolling Hills: Writings from West Virginia (editor)
Green Willows: A Novel of Terror
Kenny’s Back
Life & Other Passing Moments: A Collection of Short Writings
The Lion’s Gate: A Novel of Terror
Love’s Pawn: A Novel of Romance
Lucifer’s Daughter: A Novel of Horror
Moon Garden: A Novel of Terror
Nightsong: An Historical Novel (Nightsong Saga #1)
The Pot Thickens: Recipes from Writers and Editors (editor)
San Antone: An Historical Novel
The Scent of Heather: A Novel of Terror
The Second House: A Novel of Terror
The Second Tijuana Bible Reader (editor)
The Sins of Nightsong: An Historical Novel (Nightsong Saga #3)
Spine Intact, Some Creases: Remembrances of a Paperback Writer
Stranger at the Door: A Novel of Suspense
Sweet Tormented Love: A Novel of Romance
The Sword and the Rose: An Historical Novel
This Splendid Earth: An Historical Novel
The Tijuana Bible Reader (editor)
Twisted Flames
The WATERCRESS File: That Man from C.A.M.P.
A Westward Love: An Historical Romance
White Jade: A Novel of Terror
The Why Not
The Wine of the Heart: A Novel of Romance
The Wolves of Craywood: A Novel of Terror
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Copyright © 1982 by Ben All, Inc.
Copyright © 2012 by Victor J. Banis
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Published by Wildside Press LLC
www.wildsidebooks.com
DEDICATION
I am deeply indebted to my friend, Heather, for all the help she has given me in getting these early works of mine reissued.
And I am grateful as well to Rob Reginald, for all his assistance and support.
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE
San Francisco—1891
Lydia Nightsong stretched on tiptoe, trying to see Peter MacNair among the crowd of passengers aboard the ship, waiting for the gangplank to be lowered.
There—yes, there he was! She waved, but could not tell if he had seen her. Well, surely he wouldn’t have sent her the cablegram telling her of his arriving home if he had not intended for her to meet him.
It was odd, receiving the other cablegram, the one from April, the very same day Peter was to arrive from China. It had come only a short while before she’d left the house. Lydia took her daughter’s cable from her pocket and read it again: “Coming home. Stop. Will advise when. Stop” was all it said, except for her name.
David was dead; Peter’s cable had told her that. April was coming home, but not with Peter. What did it all mean, she wondered for perhaps the hundredth time? She hoped Peter could explain some of it to her.
Someone touched her elbow and Lydia turned, meaning to excuse herself. “Raymond!” she cried, surprised to find the husband April had abandoned in Paris standing beside her. “But I thought you were in Europe.”
“I just arrived back,” Raymond said, taking her arm in a proprietary manner. “Mrs. Clary, your secretary, told me you were here. Expecting a shipment?”
“I—no, I was looking for someone—a friend,” she said, glancing back toward the ship. The gangplank was down and the passengers were beginning to file off; there was no sign, however, of Peter.
“I’ll wait with you,” Raymond said. “I’ve been so eager to see you that I couldn’t stand to wait around for you to return to the office. Is your friend coming?”
Lydia scanned the crowds, but Peter seemed to have disappeared. Perhaps...but then she caught a glimpse of Lorna MacNair and a tall man with sandy hair—Peter—embracing her.
She felt a raging deep inside her but forced it back. She gave Raymond a helpless smile. “No, I suppose she isn’t on this ship after all,” Lydia said as the last of the passengers trickled ashore. She shrugged. “She did say there was a possibility she would have to catch a later one.”
Raymond gave her a peculiar look, but didn’t argue. He took her arm instead and began to lead her through the crowd toward where he had a carriage waiting.
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