There had been no pleasure in walking, the visibility was too poor for any shooting and the dogs were permanently morose and muddy. It was wretched weather, never seeming to come fully light, and raw, too. From the windows, the view stretched no farther than a yard or two down the garden. All the previous week, we had had rain, chilling rain and a mist that lay low about the house and over the countryside. Tonight, I smelled at once, and with a lightening heart, that there had been a change in the weather. I like to look about me at the sky above my head, whether there are moon and stars or utter blackness, and into the darkness ahead of me I like to listen for the cries of nocturnal creatures and the moaning rise and fall of the wind, or the pattering of rain in the orchard trees, I enjoy the rush of air toward me up the hill from the flat pastures of the river valley.
I have always liked to take a breath of the evening, to smell the air, whether it is sweetly scented and balmy with the flowers of midsummer, pungent with the bonfires and leaf-mold of autumn, or crackling cold from frost and snow. As I crossed the long entrance hall of Monk’s Piece on my way from the dining room, where we had just enjoyed the first of the happy, festive meals, toward the drawing room and the fire around which my family were now assembled, I paused and then, as I often do in the course of an evening, went to the front door, opened it and stepped outside. This spine-tingling novel.Christmas Eve It was nine-thirty on Christmas Eve. The Woman in Black gives a thrilling sense of unease and provides just the right level of things that go bump in the night for a spine-tingling good read. She evokes so cleverly the decrepit Eel Marsh House, the mention of its name enough to make the locals pause, their faces darken in unspoken wariness. It is bursting with classic Gothic horror motifs and Susan Hill is a master of atmospheric descriptions. Susan Hill has done the genre real honour * Chicago Tribune * One of the strongest stories of supernatural horror.the work bursts into life and does not flag until the end * Washington Post * Authentically chilling * Daily Telegraph *
Hill's haunting tales may be slim, but they pull no punches. Susan Hill is the reigning queen of ghost writers and her period novella.is a classic, broodingly creepy and at times terrifying - Michael Hogan * Observer * Heartstoppingly chilling * Daily Express * compulsive reading * Evening Standard *Ī rattling good yarn, the sort that chills the mind as well as the spine * Guardian * No one chills the heart like Susan Hill * Daily Telegraph *Īn excellent ghost story.
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