By Kate Mosse
From the New York Times bestselling writer of Labyrinth-"a wealthy brew of supernaturalism and intrigue."(Kirkus Reviews)
In 1891, younger Léonie Vernier and her brother arrive on the domestic in their widowed aunt in Rennes-le-Bains, in southwest France. yet not anything is as Léonie had imagined. Their aunt is younger, willowy, and lovely, and the property is a topic of neighborhood superstition. Villagers declare that Léonie's overdue uncle died after summoning a demon from the outdated Visigoth sepulchre on its grounds...
greater than a century later, Meredith Martin, an American graduate pupil, arrives in Rennes-le- Bains whereas discovering the lifetime of Claude Debussy. Haunted by way of a Tarot analyzing she had in Paris-and owning the mysterious deck of cards-she exams right into a grand previous inn equipped at the web site of a recognized mountain property destroyed via fireplace in 1896. There, the pack of Tarot playing cards and a bit of 19th-century track referred to as Sepulchre 1891 carry the major to her fate-just as they did to the destiny of Léonie Vernier.
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No eyes looking at her, no shimmering presence within the darkness, simply the blinking electrical numbers of the alarm clock. She closed her eyes. Her soldier melted into Debussy, grew to become Hal. half V Domaine de l. a. Cade September 1891 34 Monday, September 21, 1891 Léonie yawned and opened her eyes. She stretched her faded, slender hands above her head, then propped herself up on her beneficiant white pillows. regardless of the surfeit of blanquette de Limoux under the influence of alcohol final evening—or probably as a result of it—she had slept good. The Yellow Room was once beautiful within the morning gentle. For some time, she lay in mattress hearing the infrequent sounds that broke the deep silence of the geographical region. The sunrise songs of the birds, the wind within the timber. It was once extra friendly by way of a long way than waking at domestic to a grey Parisian first light, the sounds of screeching steel from the Gare Saint-Lazare. At 8 o’clock, Marieta introduced the breakfast tray. She positioned it at the desk by way of the window, then drew the curtains, flooding the room with the 1st refracted rays of sun. in the course of the imperfect glass of the previous casements, Léonie may possibly see that the sky was once shiny and blue, flecked with trailing wisps of red and white cloud. “Thank you, Marieta,” she acknowledged. “I can deal with. ” “Very reliable, Madomaisèla. ” Léonie threw off the covers and swung her toes right down to the carpet, discovering her slippers. She took her blue cashmere dressing dress from the again of the door, splashed a bit of final night’s water on her face, then sat down on the desk in entrance of the window, feeling subtle to be breakfasting on my own in her bedchamber. the single time she did so at domestic was once whilst Du Pont was once vacationing M’man. She lifted the lid at the pot of steaming espresso, freeing the scrumptious aroma of freshly roasted beans, like a genie from a lamp. Beside the silver pot stood a jug of frothy hot milk, a bowl of white sugar cubes and a couple of silver tongs. She lifted the pressed linen serviette to find a plate of white bread, the golden crust hot to touch, and a dish of creamy whipped butter. there have been 3 various jams in person china dishes and a bowl of quince and apple compote. As she ate, she gazed out around the gardens. A white mist hung suspended over the valley among the hills, skimming the tops of the bushes. The lawns lay peaceable and calm less than the September sunlight, no proof of the wind that had threatened the former night. Léonie wearing a undeniable woolen skirt and high-necked shirt, after which picked up the ebook Anatole had introduced for her final night. She had a posh to work out the library for herself, to enquire the dusty stacks and polished spines. If she have been challenged—although she observed no it's because she may be, on condition that Isolde had requested them to regard the home as their own—she could have the excuse that she used to be returning Monsieur Baillard’s pamphlet. She opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. the remainder of the loved ones looked to be drowsing. every thing used to be nonetheless. No rattle of espresso cups, no whistling from Anatole’s bed room as he made his morning toilette, no signal of existence in any respect.