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This is a science fiction novel published in 1957 by Dwight V. Swain.
Dwight V. Swain is an American author and creative novelist, best known for his guide to creative fiction. The most famous of his books is "Techniques of the Selling Writer," which provides practical and effective advice for novel writers. Swain is also known as an author who has written on a variety of topics related to creative fiction.
His work is primarily known for its guidance and technical approach to creative fiction, especially genre fiction, providing writers with helpful content on character development, plot structure, and dialogue writing.

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Summary
An utter dark lay upon the hills outside the palace now, moonless and with clouds drawn heavy all across the Cretan sky.
Wind, too, had come with the night, rising till Burke found himself fearing for the shutters. The lamps flared on their stands with each new gust and draft. Light flickered orange and yellow on Ariadne's lovely face, eddying through the shadows so that the tentacles of the frescoed octopi on the walls seemed to writhe and twist and turn....