When Andrew MacNeill married Gail he had made it clear that he did not want a wife but a mother for his children; he had not had the best of wives, and his experience of marriage had made him reluctant to trust, let alone love, any woman again.Gail had resigned herself to the fact that marriage was not for her; a terrible car crash had left her badly scarred, unable to have children, and convinced that no man would ever want her. But she dearly loved children, and had told herself that she had accepted Andrew's proposal because it would at least give her the chance of children--any children--to mother.But was either of them being completely honest about their motives?

A single injection - and Jack Freeman cheated death. He was to be the world's first test-tube mutant; the DNA solution that scrambled his chromosomes would also halt a fatal malignancy. Jack Freeman - about to undergo the most terrifying metamorphosis ever experienced by man. His mission - to play stud to a master race of man-hungry females, the League of Grey-Eyed Women.

Warnings not to go to Scotland can't stop Nancy Drew from setting out on a thrill-packed mystery adventure. Undaunted by the vicious threats, the attractive young detective - with her father and her two close friends - goes to visit her great-grandmother at an imposing estate in the Scottish Highlands, and to solve the mystery of a missing family heirloom.And there is another mystery to be solved: the fate of flocks of stolen sheep.Baffling clues challenge Nancy's powers of deduction: a note written in the ancient Gaelic language, a deserted houseboat on Loch Lomond, a sinister red-bearded stranger in Edinburgh, eerie whistling noises in the Highlands. Startling discoveries in an old castle and in the ruins of a prehistoric fortress, on a rugged mountain slope and in a secluded glen, lead Nancy closer to finding solutions to both mysteries.Wearing a time-honored tartan, Nancy climbs the mountain of Ben Nevis in the dark of night and plays a tune of historic heroism on the bagpipes -all part of her daring plan to trap the sheep thieves and to recover the valuable heirloom.

Asey thought the Douglasses' behavior a bit suspicious when their imposing houseguest, writer and educator Carolyn Barton Boone, couldn't be found. Then Asey, in the company of Doc Cummings, happened to find her corpse over at Pochet Point in an antique Pullman railroad car, a punched green ticket in her hand. It was only when this singular cadaver abruptly vanished that things really began to get complicated, not to say downright threatening.

Having just about concluded that it was nothing more than the wind and the storm that was upsetting the horses — and now they were all leaping and snorting more furiously than ever, as if they were not three ordinary nags but a trio of high-strung thoroughbreds — I turned toward the door and quite accidentally caught sight of the light which glowed eerily just beyond the only window in the entire building. There were two lights, actually, both a warm amber shade and of dim wattage. They appeared to pulse and to shimmer — and then they were gone, as if they had never been: blink! I hurried to the barn door, slid it open, and stepped into the snow-filled night. The arctic wind struck me like a mallet swung by a blacksmith who was angry with his wife, and it almost blew me back into the stable row. Switching on the nearly useless flashlight, I bent against the wind and pulled the door shut behind me. Laboriously, cautiously, I inched around the side of the barn in the direction of the window, peering anxiously at the ground ahead of me. I stopped before I reached the window, for I found precisely what I had been afraid that I would find: those odd, eight-pointed tracks which Toby and I had seen on the slope earlier in the day. There were a great many of them, as if the animal had been standing there, moving back and forth as it searched for better vantage points, for a long while — at least all of the time that I had been inside with the horses. It had been watching me. In 1994 Koontz re-released the book under a new name — Winter Moon .

Times are changed with him who marries; there are no more bypath meadows where you may innocently linger, but the road lies long and straight and dusty to the grave.' So wrote Robert Louis Stevenson. Christine felt bound to agree. 'My wife can do anything,' Vinson said. Even if 'anything' meant getting used to the size and pace of his country, America? Wearing a sycophantic smile for the wife of Admiral Hamer (who wore patent-leather shoes like bananas) Because Vin hoped to be promoted? Having a cold Turkey and a cold ham at every party? Smiling through The inevitable silences of marriage? Was Vinson what she really wanted? Even on the cold, bleak days when nothing went right, the crazy neighbour called while Captain Decker was having cocktails, Vin's mother had an appendectomy during a thunderstorm, she lost out on the TV quiz and she and Vin quarreled Bitterly? In No More Meadows, Monica Dickens unravels the threads of a very real marriage, with her inimitable warmth...

Room Upstairs depicts the life of an old woman, Sybil, who becomes the prey of vacillating loyalties and bewilderments of modern society. A six-line highway slices through her farm, leaving a farmhouse on one side and the barn on the other. Sybil, a widow of eighty, fractures her thigh after the wedding of her grandson. Dorothy Grue, a housekeeper, is hired to look after Sybil. Dorothy starts to rule the house and keeps Sybil under control by every possible means, but when Dorothy becomes interested in the herb recipes written down by Sybil's father, she will finally taste her own medicine. This is a grim, relentless story, with touches of macabre, about a proud woman hanging grimly on to what is left of her well-remembered past.

What begins as an adventure soon becomes a nightmare... Locals claim it is haunted and refuse to put a single toe past the front door, but to siblings Peter, Celia, and Margaret, the Priory is nothing more than a rundown estate inherited from their late uncle-and the perfect setting for a much-needed holiday. But when a murder victim is discovered in the drafty Priory halls, the once unconcerned trio begins to fear that the ghostly rumors are true and they are not alone after all! With a killer on the loose, will they find themselves the next victims of a supernatural predator, or will they uncover a far more corporeal culprit?

Paperback Publisher Berkley Published: 1979, 188 pp Very Good condition. Binding is good, no loose, missing pages. We handle every listing & order carefully! 100% guarantee, prompt shipping and Excellent Customer Service! Book is in stock and ready to ship same or next business day. Select Expedited shipping and receive your book within 3 - 5 business days. Please leave feedback after your purchase. It helps other buyers know we are a responsible and reliable seller. Thank you!