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Doom Castle

Doom Castle

Munro, Neil

Paperback

Mystery & ThrillerGeneral FictionHistorical Fiction

ISBN13: 9798182830577
Publisher: Anthony Palacio
Published: Sep 28 2026
Pages: 320
Weight: 0.95
Height: 0.67 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English

isahistoricalnovelwrittenintheearly20th century. The story begins with Count Victor Jean, Comte de Mon taiglon, arriving in a remote and desolate Scottish landscape, vastly different from the lively streets of Paris he left behind. As he navigates this eerie land, he soon finds himself threatened by a group of rough locals, which hints at the adventure and conflict that lies ahead. At the start of the novel, the protagonist, Count Victor, experiences a sense of solitude and foreboding in the striking yet desolate Scottish countryside. After being accosted by a group of men, resulting in the death of his horse, he nervously makes his way to Doom Castle, which he soon discovers is a grim and austere place that stands in stark contrast to the elegance he expected. As he arrives at the castle, he is introduced to the baron and his peculiar servant, Mungo, who both offer glimpses into the unique character and atmosphere of Doom. The opening chapters establish a sense of suspense and mystery, laying the groundworkforCountVictor'simpendingconfrontationsandexplorations in this strange land it was an afternoon in autumn, with a sound of wintry breakers on the shore, thetallwoodscopper-colour, thethicketsdishevelled, andthenuts, in the corries of Ardkinglas, the braes of Ardno, dropping upon bracken burned to gold. Until he was out of the glen and into the open land, the traveller could scarcely conceive that what by his chart was no more than an armoftheoceancouldmakesomuchado;butwhenhefoundtheincoming tide fretted here and there by black rocks, and elsewhere, in little bays, the beaches strewn with massive boulders, the high rumour of the sea-breakers in that breezy weather seemed more explicable. And still, for him, it was above all a country of appalling silence in spite of the tide thundering. Fresh from the pleasant rabble of Paris, the tumult of the streets, the unending gossip of the faubourgs that were at once his vexation and his joy, and from the eager ride that had brought him through Normandy when its orchards were busy frommorning till night with cheerful peasants pluckingfruit, his ear had not grown accustomed to the still of the valleys, the terrific hush of the mountains, in whose mist or sunshine he had ridden for two days. The woods, with leaves that fell continually about him, seemed in some swoon of nature, with no birds carolling on the boughs; the cloisters were monas tic in their silence. A season of most dolorous influences, a land of sombre shadowsandravines, adayofsinistersolitude;thesunslidthroughscudding clouds, high over a world blown upon by salt airs brisk and tonic, but man was wanting in those weary valleys, and the heart of Victor Jean, Comte de Montaiglon, was almost sick for very loneliness

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