Anne Rice
- The Master of Rampling Gate
It was a warm afternoon, and I took my time as I came back. What had disturbed our father so about this lovely corner of England? But was there in this loveliness some malignant force that was eluding us still, some untold story? Unspeakable horror... Even in the flood of brilliant sunlight, those words gave me a chill. As I came slowly up the slope I saw Richard walking lazily along the uneven shore of the lake.
