THIS OLD HOUSEA Lily Blooms in the Jaws of Hell. BOOK 1 VICTORIAN MYSTERY SERIES I walked out of my grandmother's home on Stockbridge Street in Eagle Lake, Texas, late on a Sunday night, and stared across the street. Against the night sky, all I could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous grand existence. The evening summer breeze whistled through the trees bringing with it the laughter of children...