When Phoebe Summers moves to an idyllic Cornish cottage, dark deeds from the past quickly begin to cast sinister shadows across the present... "Spooky, evocative and so poignant. The perfect autumnal bedtime read." Chrissie Manby. "Gave me real shivers!" My Book Shelf.
Many, many years ago, in those "good old times" so much bepraised by antiquaries and the laudatores temporis acti,-the good old times, that is to say, of the holy office, of those magnificent autos when the smell of roasted heretics was as sweet a savor in the nostrils of the faithful, as that of Quakers done remarkably brown was to our godly Puritan ancestors,-there dwelt in the royal city of Madrid a wealthy goldsmith by the name of Antonio Perez, whose family-having lost his wife-consisted of a lovely daughter, named Magdalena, and a less beautiful but still charming niece, Juanita.
An isolated stone cottage with no mains water, invaded by mice, rats and swarms of insects, a place where giant snowdrifts sever the electricity supply and all connections with the outside world... This is what Lawrence and Christine Dyer face when they start a new life up in the bleak, rocky hills of the English Peak District. Wild creatures, eccentric hill folk, uncooperative farm animals and foaling Shetland ponies all have a part to play in this relating of triumphs and disasters -- all set against the incredibly beautiful backdrop of the hills and moors with their bold crags of dark millstone grit, their secret valleys of moss-carpeted forests and clear brooks sheltering shoals of trout.