基本信息·出版社：Tor Books ·页码：304 页 ·出版日期：2007年06月 ·ISBN：0765317052 ·International Standard Book Number：0765317052 ·条形码： ...
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基本信息·出版社：Tor Books
·页码：304 页
·出版日期：2007年06月
·ISBN：0765317052
·International Standard Book Number：0765317052
·条形码：9780765317056
·EAN：9780765317056
·版本：1st
·装帧：精装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 A novel of love, redemption, and second chances. "Lily died the day we signed the escrow papers," Theo Parker writes of his bride and of Monroe House, the bed-and-breakfast they'd just bought in the picturesque coastal town of Cambria. Theo soon learns he can no more bring his beautiful wife back than he can kill the thing that haunts his new home. Riddled with guilt but making the best of his recuperation from the car accident that killed Lily, Theo and his property manager, dowdy Eleanor Gacy, begin to investigate strange occurrences in Monroe House. And as they do, both Theo and Eleanor begin to see a bit of hope for a second chance at love and redemption.
作者简介 Richard Taylor has worked as an advertising copywriter, a motion picture production company executive, and a studio executive. In 2002 Richard, his wife, Jackie, and their two cats moved to the lovely seaside town of Cambria, located at the halfway point between Los Angeles and San Francisco on California's Central Coast.
The Haunting of Cambria is Mr. Taylor's first novel.
文摘 Chapter One Lily died the day we signed the escrow papers for the bed-and-breakfast. It was late October and one of those wonderful Cambria days. Fog raced across the treetops and wrapped around their trunks like cloaks of mist. Yet it wasn’t cold. The sun was glorious as it flickered from every facet of the sea. Cambria is special in this way, fog and sunshine sharing the day like loving siblings. We were realizing Lily’s dream of living in the tiny seaside California town. It wasn’t my dream. Truth is, I had no dream, and stole hers like a pickpocket. I wanted to write, but about what I didn’t know. Nonfiction, as it turned out. I wrote nonfiction because it was about something from outside me. Lily, on the other hand, had wanted to live in Cambria and become one of its quaint denizens since her parents brought her to the place when she was a child. I took her to Moonstone Gardens for lunch after we left the escrow office. We ate salads and relished our dessert of lemon ice cream and raspberries. Lily talked of Monroe House, as our recent purchase was called, a ramshackle two-story Victorian dating from the turn of the century—the century before last. It had been run as a bed-and-breakfast before our entrance into its aura, and a badly managed one at that. It was located half a block off Burton Way in the East Village—Cambria is divided into villages, east and west, god knows why—and had failed because it was obscured by curio shops and restaurants. Lily had a plan to correct this deficiency, of course. Lily was filled with plans. It’s the curse of those destined to die. “We’ll place a sign on Main Street,” Lily said between spoonfuls of yellow ice cream and red raspberries. “Just like The Brambles. You know, an in-your-face kind of sign.” The Brambles was Cambria’s most f
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