Hugh B. Cave
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Evil stirs in the heart of paradise.
To plantation caretaker Peter Sheldon, St. Alban is a lush Caribbean jewel...but suddenly, all is not what it seems.
A crime wave is sweeping the villages . . . and a mysterious green fog is terrifying natives on the mountain paths. A group of children has vanished while hiking near Black Rock Peak. The twin of one missing boy lies seething with fever in the village below-dreaming of a cold, wet hell filled with terrible green light.
Ma Jarrett, wise in the ways of old island magic, is beginning to believe the stories of a "Devil's Pit" high in the mountains—and so is Peter. His own mind has been touched by the malevolent force in the fog, with almost deadly results. Soon, both will know the truth behind the legends.
Satan is alive and well and gathering souls for his dark army. Ma Jarrett and Peter Sheldon must find a way to stop him—or his fury will sweep the world!
have walked off the cliff's edge if I hadn't stopped her?" "No, I don't." Shaking her head, Edith turned to Preble and added, "You must take that into consideration, Alton. Peter did stop me from destroying myself. If all this is a St. Alban plot to eliminate me as the owner of Armadale, as you seem to think, why would he have done that?" "A plot to do what?" Peter was incredulous. She shrugged. "Alton thinks—well, I've already said it, haven't I? Of course, I don't agree with him." "What do
rest of this gully from the top, and me don't recall any place we can climb out without a rope; Let we hope this old man wrong for once." He peered at Peter, awaiting a reply. On getting none, he turned and continued upstream. Peter followed in silence. What if the old man was right? he thought. If they had to return to the waterfall that plunged sixty feet to the plantation's intake—if the only way out of this gorge was to ride that savage chute of water down to a shallow pool full of
on here that used the legend of the Devil's Pit as part of some hellish ritual? 26 SOUNDLESSLY THEY STOLE THROUGH THE PASSAGE, Manny Williams holding his weapon ready for action. The green glow puzzled Peter. No power plant that he knew anything about could be providing a light so unnatural. It seemed to be alive, not the product of a machine. Was it really pulsing with some mysterious power, or was his imagination tricking him? Just as the mist earlier had caused him to do weird things—to
could win me over." It was true, Peter realized. The barrister was merely a, visitor to the island, lacking even the papers needed for him to remain. He looked around the room in an agony of indecision. It was like the other training rooms he had seen—the cross, the table, the whip on the table. The only difference was that the naked man on this cross was white and the welts on his body were scarlet. "I am not a patient man," Grant warned. "You made your choice before we left the Eye, Sheldon."
roar of the waterfall was behind them. Then in the tunnel where he had used the rifle to hold his pursuers at bay while he and the boy named Cob had made their escape, he stopped and spoke in a whisper. "Mother, you has got to warn this boy here not to make no noise now. Every little noise in here sound like a conch-shell trumpet in the mountains." The tall woman turned to Bronzie Dakin's boy and said in a whisper, "Did you hear that, Gerald?" "Yes, ma'am." "And him must stay close to us,"