This spare, piercing, and unforgettable novel bridges two centuries and two intense love stories as Hannah and Conary’s fate is interwoven with the tale of a marriage that took place in Dundee a hundred years earlier. Hannah says, “I don’t suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can’t.” But she knows that ghosts are utterly real, as well as metaphoric, and is haunted by the sense that if she could have learned who this ghost was, and what it wanted, she might have made a difference.
Ghosts haunt places where they have been deeply happy or intensely bitter in life. But this one’s places have been disturbed. The house where it is seen was no one’s home; it was first a schoolhouse, and originally stood not in Dundee but in an island village now abandoned and lost. What happened in that place, to a family trapped in a murderous pattern that seems to echo eerily through time, becomes the question that haunts Hannah and Conary and will keep you guessing until the last, chilling page.