The Curse of Whispering Hill — Kate Cameron

As if in a dream she saw the house, a graceful manor swirled round by endless mists of white. Dense and tangled trees guarded the approach, sentinels of doom bathed in the dying light. -- As if in a dream he appeared to claim his virgin bride, a dark, powerful man whose very touch stopped her frenzied flight. -- As if in a dream he left her, his lingering scent upon the pillow, a thousand questions in her heart. For out of the misty shadows came murmurous voices of warning, whispering in the night.