My first book by this author, who reached out and asked me to read it for review. What a gorgeous cover! Thank you so much to the author for my copy.
Burned-out author Dee needs fresh inspiration. Impetuously, she abandons London and her good-for-nothing boyfriend to go wherever her literary quest takes her. Journey’s end is a remote village on the shores of a wild estuary, overshadowed by a ruined pele tower. She rents Winter Cottage and waits for a story to emerge.
The bleak beauty of the whispering dunes, the jacquard of colour and texture of the marsh and a romantic tree in a secluded glade—The Trysting Tree—all seduce Dee. Nevertheless, the secretive behaviour of a handsome neighbour, lights across the marsh, a spurious squire and a bizarre, moonlit encounter all suggest there is something odd afoot.
Local gossip and crumbling graveyard inscriptions give Dee the opening she needs. She begins to weave hints about the tragic history of a local family, feuding brothers and a fatal fire into a sweeping historical saga. Her characters clamour for a voice as the tale spools effortlessly onto the page—demanding to be told. Dee feels more like its instrument than its instigator.
As she becomes enmeshed in the local community, Dee is startled to find her fiction unnervingly confirmed by fact, her history still resonating in the present-day.
Is she being guided by echoes of the past?
Night had fully fallen, but the disc of the moon threw a pearly light over the scene, turning everything to shades of cloud and spectre, and as my eyes adjusted it did not seem I was walking in the night, but in an eerie, half-real world of dusk and dreams. The wind was benign, a soft caress of angel-wings, the noise of air among the grasses a sort of ghostly music.
I must have walked for about ten or fifteen minutes, keeping to a straight path that skirted the edge of the dune, but that gradually fell to the level of the beach where time and tide had eroded the sandy bluff that separated the two. A little way ahead, and about twenty or so yards into the grass and scrub of the dune, a dark outcrop of some kind caught my eye. It stood at about chest height, proud of the surrounding vegetation, much darker and more substantial than the silvered grass fronds and coal-black skeletons of gorse and wild rose. I altered my course so I could look at it more closely, leaving the beach and following a faint and much less frequented by-way, half-overgrown and difficult to follow.
My Review ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Wow what a delightful, beautiful and a stunningly written book. Pure joy to read and was so easy to fall into. My first by this author, who has a very good sense of what she is writing about. Her character choices are diverse and her scenery descriptions are divine though not always seemingly meant to be so. Bob the dog and Marjorie were my favourite people in the story and the whole premise and storyline sang to me. I really enjoyed this book. I look forward to reading more of the authors books in the future.
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