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"Brood of the Witch Queen is a 1918 supernatural novel by Arthur Henry Sarsfield Ward, known better under his pseudonym, Sax Rohmer.The story deals with Robert Cairn and his suspicions of Antony Ferrara, the adopted son of an old friend and colleague of Robert's father, Dr Bruce Cairn, of infernal magic and supernatural influence."
The novel begins with the strange murder of Sir Michael Ferrara. A horrifying series of events follows, leading to a woman being used against her will to prey on her husband and then abducted and killed inside a secret chamber in an old Egyptian pyramid! But who or what is behind this evil power? And how will he be stopped in his devilish ways? Read on!
Perhaps best known for creating the character Fu-Manchu, Sax Rohmer is also known for his works involving the supernatural. This novel follows Robert Cairn, his father, Dr. Bruce Cairn, and their suspicion of one Antony Ferrara. After witnessing the strange and violent death of a swan, Robert Cairn suspects that Ferrara may be involved with the death of the bird. Soon after two murders, Dr. Bruce Cairn arrives in London and warns Robert that he suspects Ferrara is using ancient Egyptian magic to accomplish his evil deeds. After a mystical attack on Robert, Dr. Cairn and his son become involved in a series of supernatural events as they work to prevent Antony Ferrara from inflicting his dark magic on more victims. Like many of his works, Rohmer includes exotic locations in this novel; first set in London, the action soon moves to the pyramids of Egypt as the father and son duo track down Ferrara. Having received both success and notoriety from Fu-Manchu, Rohmer has been given praise for Brood of the Witch-Queen, such as when H. P. Lovecraft favorably compared it to Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This book is part of the Standard Ebooks project, which produces free public domain ebooks.
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Robert Cairn looked out across the quadrangle. The moon had just arisen, and it softened the beauty of the old college buildings, mellowed the harshness of time, casting shadow pools beneath the cloisteresque arches to the west and setting out the ivy in stronger relief upon the ancient walls. The barred shadow on the lichened stones beyond the elm was cast by the hidden gate; and straight ahead, where, between a quaint chimney-stack and a bartizan, a triangular patch of blue showed like spangled velvet, lay the Thames. It was from there the cooling breeze came.But Cairn's gaze was set upon a window almost directly ahead, and west below the chimneys. Within the room to which it belonged a lambent light played.Cairn turned to his companion, a ruddy and athletic looking man, somewhat bovine in type, who at the moment was busily tracing out sections on a human skull and checking his calculations from Ross's Diseases of the Nervous System."Sime," he said, "what does Ferrara always have a fire in his rooms for at this time of the year?"Sime glanced up irritably at the speaker. Cairn was a tall, thin Scotsman, clean-shaven, square jawed, and with the crisp light hair and grey eyes which often bespeak unusual virility."Aren't you going to do any work?" he inquired pathetically. "I thought you'd come to give me a hand with my basal ganglia. I shall go down on that; and there you've been stuck staring out of the window!""Wilson, in the end house, has got a most unusual brain," said Cairn, with apparent irrelevance."Has he!" snapped Sime."Yes, in a bottle. His governor is at Bart's; he sent it up yesterday. You ought to see it.""Nobody will ever want to put your brain in a bottle," predicted the scowling Sime, and resumed his studies.Cairn relighted his pipe, staring across the quadrangle again. Then-"You've never been in Ferrara's rooms, have you?" he inquired.Followed a muffled curse, crash, and the skull went rolling across the floor."Look here, Cairn," cried Sime, "I've only got a week or so now, and my nervous system is frantically rocky; I shall go all to pieces on my nervous system. If you want to talk, go ahead. When you're finished, I can begin work.""Right-oh," said Cairn calmly, and tossed his pouch across. "I want to talk to you about Ferrara.""Go ahead then. What is the matter with Ferrara?""Well," replied Cairn, "he's queer.""That's no news," said Sime, filling his pipe; "we all know he's a queer chap. But he's popular with women. He'd make a fortune as a nerve specialist.""He doesn't have to; he inherits a fortune when Sir Michael dies.""There's a pretty cousin, too, isn't there?" inquired Sime slyly."There is," replied Cairn. "Of course," he continued, "my governor and Sir Michael are bosom friends, and although I've never seen much of young Ferrara, at the same time I've got nothing against him. But-" he hesitated."Spit it out," urged Sime, watching him oddly."Well, it's silly, I suppose, but what does he want with a fire on a blazing night like this?"Sime stared. "Perhaps he's a throw-back," he suggested lightly. "The Ferraras, although they're counted Scotch-aren't they?-must have been Italian originally-""Spanish," corrected Cairn. "They date from the son of Andrea Ferrara, the sword-maker, who was a Spaniard. Cæsar Ferrara came with the Armada in 1588 as armourer. His ship was wrecked up in the Bay of Tobermory and he got ashore-and stopped.""Married a Scotch lassie?""Exactly. But the genealogy of the family doesn't account for Antony's habits.""What habits?""Well, look." Cairn waved in the direction of the open window. "What does he do in the dark all night, with a fire going?""Influenza?""Nonsense! You've never been in his rooms, have you?""No. Very few men have. But as I said before, he's popular with the women.""What do you mean?""I mean there have been complaints. Any other man would have been sent down.""You think he has influence-""Influence of some sort, undoubtedly."
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New York Times bestselling author Paula Brackston transports readers to the windswept mountains of Wales in The Winter Witch, an enthralling tale of love and magic. In her small early nineteenth century Welsh town, there is no one quite like Morgana. She is small and quick and pretty enough to attract a suitor, but there are things that set her apart from other girls. Though her mind is sharp she has not spoken since she was a young girl. Her silence is a mystery, as well as her magic—the household objects that seem to move at her command, the bad luck that visits those who do her ill. Concerned for her safety, her mother is anxious to see Morgana married, and Cai Jenkins, the widowed drover from the far hills who knows nothing of the rumors that swirl around her, seems the best choice. After her wedding, Morgana is heartbroken at leaving her mother, and wary of this man, whom she does not know, and who will take her away to begin a new life. But she soon falls in love with Cai's farm and the wild mountains that surround it. Here, where frail humans are at the mercy of the elements, she thrives, her wild nature and her magic blossoming. Cai works to understand the beautiful, half-tamed creature he has chosen for a bride, and slowly, he begins to win Morgana's affections. It's not long, however, before her strangeness begins to be remarked upon in her new village. A dark force is at work there—a person who will stop at nothing to turn the townspeople against Morgana, even at the expense of those closest to her. Forced to defend her home, her man, and herself from all comers, Morgana must learn to harness her power, or she will lose everything in this beautifully written, enchanting novel. "An enthralling tale of love and magic." –USA Today
The Haunting of Low Fennel by Sax Rohmer: A spine-chilling mystery by Sax Rohmer, renowned for his tales of suspense and horror. In "The Haunting of Low Fennel," Rohmer weaves a gripping narrative of a haunting and supernatural occurrences at the eerie Low Fennel estate. With its eerie atmosphere and unexpected twists, this novel delivers a thrilling and suspenseful reading experience. Key Aspects of the Book "The Haunting of Low Fennel": Supernatural Elements: Rohmer's novel delves into the realm of the supernatural, providing readers with eerie and chilling encounters. Mystery and Suspense: The book is filled with mystery and suspense, keeping readers on edge as they unravel the secrets of Low Fennel. Atmospheric Setting: "The Haunting of Low Fennel" creates a haunting and atmospheric setting, adding to the overall sense of dread and intrigue. Sax Rohmer was a British author best known for his creation of the iconic fictional character Fu Manchu. Born in 1883, Rohmer's works often blended elements of mystery, horror, and adventure. The Haunting of Low Fennel exemplifies his talent for crafting suspenseful and chilling tales that continue to captivate readers with their sinister allure.