(From the publisher):
The cottage stood just off the drive, an oddly misshapen little building among the ancient and towering trees. Juliet stared towards it, visualising the small and awkwardly angled rooms, silent and empty. Then a light became visible in the upper-most window below the steeply pointed gable, a light which was not steady but wavered from side to side and which lacked brightness and strength.
The new tenants had undoubtedly arrived... and Juliet's peace of mind, fragile enough since the disastrous closure of her latest play, was invaded by tentacles of disquiet.
The Listers, first. They had come, according to Mark, from London; their furniture from Scotland. So what? As an actress Juliet knew all too well the transience of some people's lives.
And Tilly's reluctance to venture out of doors. Well? Something had frightened the dog. A rat? Possibly - but the blood? An accident. And her own feelings - accountable: she was frustrated, restless, moody.
All explainable; it should have been enough, but wasn't - the nagging sureness of something wrong remained.
Original title: The House of the Magus
Genre: Fiction→ Horror→ Satanism, Demonology, and Black Magic