After six years in New York, Camilla Greene came home for the wedding of her sister Julie to Adrian Massey - the wedding that should have been hers. -- Camilla realized she still loved Adrian, knew that he was a less than happy groom, and that Julie wanted him as little as he wanted her. -- Why, then, this sudden marriage? -- And why was Jake, who was desperately in love with Julie, so undisturbed by the wedding?
And then the eerie accidents started - obscene accidents that took the sleepy English village back in time, to Demons, Ghouls, and Black Masses.
But who knew enough about witchcraft to turn a placid village into mindless hysteria? Superstition focused on Camilla, who had written a book about it . . . and who now had to fight for her life against a posse armed with flaming torches, come to burn the witch!
Jane Blackmore, the daughter of an Army doctor, was born in Bangalore and spent the earlier part of her childhood there and in other parts of India. On finally reaching England, she went wherever her father's appointments took him ranging from cathedral towns to the Industrial Midlands and in her early teens to Egypt. It was during these years that she started to write. She attended the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, but gave up the stage, and with the coming of World War II returned to her early love of writing. Living in south-west London, Jane Blackmore was married twice and had three children.
The way Jane Blackmore sets her scenes and evokes emotion is delicious. The story had me hooked immediately, but as a writer who writes about witches reading a book about a writer who wrote about witches, it's clear why. For its age, this work holds up well.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
Part of the'70s English folk horror tradition along with late Hammer horror, The Wicker Man, and all those drugstore Gothic novels, so right up my alley, even if a brief and extremely mild example.