The Jeweled Daughter Author:Anne Maybury "After what seemed an age of bumping over the stones and wiry grass, and all the while with a deliberate and keyed-up silence between us, I saw movement ahead and the outline of people and two cars. We stopped and I flung open the door of the Triumph. Our headlights shone on someone on the brow of the hill. The figure was crouched, arms poundi... more »ng away at the earth and the stones. The people in the shadows seemed to be watching and waiting, but there was no sense of patience, of acceptance. The air was charged with a peculiar tension, a watching for some significant movement.
"As we turned off the engine, the crouching man looked up. In the unnatural color of our head-lights his face was greenish yellow, as if a group of trees nearby found a leafy reflection in it. It was terrible and recognizable."« less