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To the Castle — Dorothea Malm
"In To the Castle, Dorothea Malm has written an exciting modern adventure tale in which a young girl's quest for the answer to her puzzling parentage takes her to live in the gloomy splendor of a castle, the Chateau of Ferroncalles. Silent servants, mistaken identity, even murder - the book combines all of these and more in a whopping good plot"
“The idea of being a bastard scarcely troubled me any more because my mysterious father was a duke who lived in a castle…”
Ancient, majestic, mysterious -- the castle beckoned to her -- as if it would reveal a secret out of the past. She had come to the castle empty-handed, asking nothing. But somehow she could not leave. She belonged to this place, whatever her American beginnings. Yet if she could have foreseen what awaited her at the castle, she might have fled in terror.
Isabel's slim height, her long elegant hands, the remarkable telltale line over the eyelid -- these things did not lie and they told her she belonged to the castle and to the Duc who owned it. The servants gasped when they saw her stand beside the Duc. No one would deny that she was his daughter, born out of wedlock.
And so Isabel remained at the castle to be captured in a chain of events that led to an inevitable and terrible climax. She remained despite the rejection of the fierce and handsome Duck who would not claim her. She remained despite her awful discovery about the recluse who lived in the castle. Was it the Duc who held her in his shame or in his strange tenderness? Or was it Yves, who seemed to hold a weapon over them all?
A paper blown in the courtyard; a finger crooked around a door; a picture album with a clue to the past -- Isabel at last knew their meaning and where her own future must lie. The reader will be spellbound by the atmosphere of brooding suspense and excitement in this irresistible combination of romance and terror.
“The idea of being a bastard scarcely troubled me any more because my mysterious father was a duke who lived in a castle…”
Ancient, majestic, mysterious -- the castle beckoned to her -- as if it would reveal a secret out of the past. She had come to the castle empty-handed, asking nothing. But somehow she could not leave. She belonged to this place, whatever her American beginnings. Yet if she could have foreseen what awaited her at the castle, she might have fled in terror.
Isabel's slim height, her long elegant hands, the remarkable telltale line over the eyelid -- these things did not lie and they told her she belonged to the castle and to the Duc who owned it. The servants gasped when they saw her stand beside the Duc. No one would deny that she was his daughter, born out of wedlock.
And so Isabel remained at the castle to be captured in a chain of events that led to an inevitable and terrible climax. She remained despite the rejection of the fierce and handsome Duck who would not claim her. She remained despite her awful discovery about the recluse who lived in the castle. Was it the Duc who held her in his shame or in his strange tenderness? Or was it Yves, who seemed to hold a weapon over them all?
A paper blown in the courtyard; a finger crooked around a door; a picture album with a clue to the past -- Isabel at last knew their meaning and where her own future must lie. The reader will be spellbound by the atmosphere of brooding suspense and excitement in this irresistible combination of romance and terror.