Jamaica Inn

Shrubs of broom grow black and twistedAs if by Devil''s fingers And the wind that never ceases, Like a chorus from the dead. Those who lived here it''s for certain, would grow dark and tortured too'' In Jamaica Inn, at the heart of the bleak Bodmin Moor, young Mary Yellen soon discovers mysterious goings-on in the dead of night. But worse is yet to come as Mary finds herself helplessly ensnared i...