Book description
She was everything, and most of all she was the earth's most tempting
woman in a way that was peculiarly her own . . . but I could hear her
rich, provocative voice saying softly that everything would be so very
simple if only the man named Kirby would die . . . and as that summer
grew, in desire and in terror, my world no longer had the familiar
features of a fine and comforting thing, but the strange remnants of
an ugly, threatened place . . .
. . . and the root of it all lay hidden in the secret of The
Brass Bed.
