title: Ghosts in Sunlight
author: Gretta Curran Browne
description: <span>&quot;Part thriller, part love story, it&apos;s hard to resist turning the pages.&quot; -- BELFAST TELEGRAPH</span><br /><br /><span>&quot;GHOSTS IN SUNLIGHT is a fast-paced tale - involving vast sums of money - immense power - women wounded and wounding - and a variety of credible male characters from the traumatised Vietnam veteran Jimmy Overman - to the seedy publisher, James Duncan ... An excellent book.&quot; --</span><span>IE BOOK REVIEW</span><br /><br /><span>&apos;Once started the reader will find it very hard to put down.&apos; -- SOUTHSIDE NEWS</span><br /><br /><span>&apos;Plenty of suspense and drama ... Very enjoyable.&apos; -- WOMAN&apos;S WAY</span><br /><br /><span>&quot;Browne has a talent for drawing us into her characters and situations ... this is a real page turner.&quot; -- IRISH NEWS</span><br /><br /><span>&quot;Add another name to the growing list of successful authors - Gretta Curran Browne. This story is a modern thriller ... a page turner.&quot;. -- MAYO NEWS</span>
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  # Pallinghurst Barrow
  
  
  ### Grant Allen
  
  
  
  
  
  This page copyright © 2001 Blackmask Online.
  
  
  
  
  
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  RUDOLPH REEVE sat by himself on the Old Long Barrow on Pallinghurst
  
  
  Common. It was a September evening, and the sun was setting. The west
  
  
  was all aglow with a mysterious red light, very strange and lurid — a
  
  
  light that reflected itself in glowing purple on the dark brown heather
  
  
  and the dying bracken. Rudolph Reeve was a journalist and a man of
  
  
  science; but he had a poet's soul for all that, in sp