The book begins when beautiful Nicola Ferris. She is a secretary at the British Embassy. She chose the remote island of Crete for her vacation, all she desired was to experience the ancient and brooding land on her own. But one day her impulse led her on a little-used path into the foreboding White Mountains. And there she found a man in hiding for reasons he could not explain. Warned to stay away, Nicola was unable to obey. And before she realized what she had uncovered, she found herself thrust into the midst of an alarming plot in which she would become the prey and so her adventure begins.
Tony tries to kill Nicola. She thus was trying to tie up the boat, when she heard someone coming fast. A light shone on him for a moment. It was Tony. Then she tied the rope caught Stratos straight across the legs. He crashed down on to the rocks, and lay there, unconscious.
Then, on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising above the sea, just a thin curved thread, re-appearing in the sky. Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more, to make the night safe for hunted things.
The book begins when beautiful Nicola Ferris. She is a secretary at the British Embassy. She chose the remote island of Crete for her vacation, all she desired was to experience the ancient and brooding land on her own. But one day her impulse led her on a little-used path into the foreboding White Mountains. And there she found a man in hiding for reasons he could not explain. Warned to stay away, Nicola was unable to obey. And before she realized what she had uncovered, she found herself thrust into the midst of an alarming plot in which she would become the prey and so her adventure begins.Tony tries to kill Nicola. She thus was trying to tie up the boat, when she heard someone coming fast. A light shone on him for a moment. It was Tony. Then she tied the rope caught Stratos straight across the legs. He crashed down on to the rocks, and lay there, unconscious.Then, on the darkest night, the maidens take their spindles down to the sea, to wash their wool. And the wool slips from the spindles into the water, and unravels in long ripples of light from the shore to the horizon, and there is the moon again, rising above the sea, just a thin curved thread, re-appearing in the sky. Only when all the wool is washed, and wound again into a white ball in the sky, can the moon-spinners start their work once more, to make the night safe for hunted things.
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