It is a night for festivity and joyful celebration. It is a night for singing and dancing. And it is a night for love.Helena Trant was enchanted by everything she found in the Black Forest -- especially its legends. But then, on the Night of the Seventh Moon, she started to live one of them, and the enchantment turned suddenly into a terrifying nightmare . . .

    Now destitute and alone, she came to the old mansion--Gryphons ... to fill the post of companion to the elderly Mrs Clune, mistress of the estate. -- It seemed the only road open to Rowena. The position meant a new home and a new family. Maybe even a little happiness. -- But Gryphons quickly showed itself as something other than gracious and charming. there was something sinister trapped in the house. A mysterious tension and foreboding that made Rowena feel like an intruder.Then, one day, Mrs Clune was found dead...murdered. Rowena no longer was an intruder. She was part of Gryphon's secret. And for her there seemed no escape.

    There was really nothing to worry about. Or was there? Things were no longer quite the same at Mrs. Sendall's home. Ginny and her young son Ben had moved in. Ginny was trying to forget the accident that had made her a widow, and at first her new home was like a dream come true. But soon strange things began to happen. Ghosts in the garden, warnings to Mrs. Sendall to sell the house, and old man killed in a fall in the church. When two young men, Robert Travis and James Aldous, appeared on the scene, Ginny began to think of love. But which one? Because one of them was responsible for all those mysterious accidents -- one of them was capable of murder.

    The princess of the castle was a hauntingly lovely film star who disappeared into the sea on her wedding night. Her body was never found--only a white wedding veil that drifted in to the shore.Now, when darkness fell over the little Spanish town, a light would go on in the castle tower. Someone or something was up there keeping an eerie night watch over the inhabitants of the castle.Was it the ghost of the tragic bride making sure that none of them had the chance to live happily ever after?

    

    On the trunks faces had been carved - scowling, grinning, leering faces - with trailing vines like unkempt hair half-concealing them. Some of the trees had barren limbs outstretched like arms, their ends carved into talon-fingered hands.And the sight was an omen, forecasting the evil that hung over the house where she was to spend a summer in curious rivalry with her beautiful cousin and co-heiress, Hallie.Whose was the voice that moaned in the night? Who contrived the accidents that threatened Dru's life? Was it betrayal, that the kisses of Hallie's fiance were sweet on Dru's lips?A pulse-tingling Gothic romance by a master in the art of suspense!

    From the moment lovely Darleen Tracy enters the Montaigne family chateau a sense of foreboding brushes like warning wings against her heart.She has come to the Chateau des Larmes expecting a romantic reunion with her fiance, Raoul Montaigne, and to meet his family for the first time. Instead she is greeted with cold resentment. The Montaingnes' hatred is heavy and concealed -- three of them will inherit a fortune is she and Raoul do not marry. To add to her distress, Raoul had vanished, a chilling mystery surrounding his disapperance.Dark undercurrents of menace pervade the old chateau and threaten to engulf Darleen. With mounting dread she realizes that her life is in danger. Then the secret shrouding Raoul's inheritance is revealed when a terrifying chase in the muskeg swamps climaxes in violence and shuddering horror...