Belinda Lawrence, a young Australian woman, who inherits an English cottage finds secrets, mystery
and death.
Let her tell you in her own words.....
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"The facade of the large cottage stretched up before her as she picked her way though the untamed plants. The slate-grey
stone of the building darkened in the diminishing light and from the distance came a low rumble of thunder. Belinda's reflection
sped in erratic liquid manoeuvres across the uneven glass of the shrouded windows.
Dead leaves blew across the decaying stone slabs that formed the terrace. The cottage was bigger than she recalled, the
front door reaching almost to the level of the first floor windows.
Belinda dropped her bag and rapped her arrival on the great doorknocker. The sound thundered in her ears but brought no
reaction from the resident of the house. The door handle rattled loosely in her hand.
'Aunt Jane? Are you there? It's Belinda.'
The splatter of raindrops on the stone was her only reply. She stepped back and looked up to the windows of the first
floor. Something dark and cunning moved on the terrace balustrade and Belinda turned in fright to face it."
