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The Lady of the Lost Valley: A Fantasy
The Lady of the Lost Valley: A Fantasy
The Lady of the Lost Valley: A Fantasy
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The Lady of the Lost Valley: A Fantasy

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During the British Raj an American reporter discovers a hidden valley in the foothills of the Himalayas ruled by a lovely but sinister woman who may not be human.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAstaria Books
Release dateNov 13, 2012
ISBN9781536518351
The Lady of the Lost Valley: A Fantasy
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John Walters

John Walters recently returned to the United States after thirty-five years abroad. He lives in Seattle, Washington. He attended the 1973 Clarion West science fiction writing workshop and is a member of Science Fiction Writers of America. He writes mainstream fiction, science fiction and fantasy, and memoirs of his wanderings around the world.

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    The heat and filth of India was an inconvenience that I could endure, but the savagery of Afghanistan drained the vitality clean out of me.  To convalesce I sought the hills of Kashmir.  Traveling as I was at the sufferance of the British Raj, I registered with the local authorities at Shrinagar before I boarded the narrow-gauge train that would take me into the mountains.

    In the dusty first-class carriage I was alone but for a staid gentleman in a gray suit and bowler hat.  He was trim and fit, with dark brown hair and sideburns that curled into his thick moustache.  It was hard to guess his age, but easy to guess his financial standing by the cut of his clothes and the quality of his luggage.

    When I entered I proffered my hand.  Harvey Ashtree.  I’m a reporter for the San Francisco Sun.

    Clarence Redcliff.  Bank of England.  After which he returned to his newspaper without another glance in my direction.

    Being exhausted in mind and spirit, I would have been content with Redcliff’s sealed lips, but for one peculiarity which piqued my curiosity.  He had a large leather pouch, which he kept beside him at all times:  he napped with it under his head, he carried it with him to the bathroom, and he tucked it beneath his arm as he read or gazed out the window.  Not unusual,

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