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Garden of Satan — Claire Vincent
The past laid its curse on the present…
I was silly to feel strange about going to Salem, almost two hundred years after the infamous witchcraft trials. True, one of Prudence's ancestors had been hanged as a witch -- but in this enlightened year of 1892 everyone knew that hysteria bred those trials.
So that when Earnest Holloway offered Prudence Farnsworth a job as his daughter's companion, she did not think twice about witches, Salem, or anything except getting away before her sister's wedding, for Charlotte was marrying the man Prudence loved. And since nobody believed in witches anymore, the post seemed a heaven-sent chance for a new life.
Too late Prudence discovered that the Holloways were marked by the taint of evil, that there were some things more fiendish than witches, and that the voices in the night could only mean death -- for her.
I was silly to feel strange about going to Salem, almost two hundred years after the infamous witchcraft trials. True, one of Prudence's ancestors had been hanged as a witch -- but in this enlightened year of 1892 everyone knew that hysteria bred those trials.
So that when Earnest Holloway offered Prudence Farnsworth a job as his daughter's companion, she did not think twice about witches, Salem, or anything except getting away before her sister's wedding, for Charlotte was marrying the man Prudence loved. And since nobody believed in witches anymore, the post seemed a heaven-sent chance for a new life.
Too late Prudence discovered that the Holloways were marked by the taint of evil, that there were some things more fiendish than witches, and that the voices in the night could only mean death -- for her.