After being banished with nothing but the clothes on her back from the convent she grew up in, Helena finds a job in an eerie mansion with strange rules that bind her there indefinitely. Still haunted by the ghosts of her past and the scars of trauma, she clings to routine, asking for nothing more than a place to survive the winter.
But the mansion is far from ordinary. Despite the servants' quiet kindness, something about it feels like a coffin frozen in time. Screams echo through the night. The scent of blood lingers in the halls. The lord of the house keeps to himself behind locked doors. But when he appears, drawn by the sound of her piano, he looks at her with something deeper than curiosity. Hunger.
As Helena spends her days dawdling in the library, tracing melodies on the old piano, she feels the walls watching her like a beast ready to pounce.
Yet Helena doesn't fear oblivion, or even the threat of being devoured—she fears the awakening of something she's been trying to bury.
A slow-burn gothic horror fantasy for readers who crave stories where broken girls meet dangerous men, and both end up saving each other.
