Gods, Dogs and Englishmen
by Dominic Hope
There is something strange about the delightful Dorset village of Honeycombe. Why are there many more dogs than people? Why are the inhabitants even more unwelcoming now than usual to visitors ( unless there is a ritual sacrifice in prospect)? What occult hold does their long since dead benefactrice, Lady Augusta Ghilbourne, still have over the villages? How many must die to keep the dogs happy?