Whispers from the Void Between

Across forty-three dimensions, things are quietly vanishing, and the voice calling them into the dark has learned it never needs to shout. Meredith Trevelyn, guardian of a sentient Cornish cottage, can hear it too: an invitation to come and be lost, whispered in the register of mercy, while the mentor who taught her everything is dying in the chair by the fire. The equinox is three days away. Every loss traces to the void between dimensions, where something vast and grieving believes that if everything is nothing, nothing more can be lost. To answer it, Meredith must cross a door made of absence, walk a landscape of lost things, and risk dissolving into a despair that sounds exactly like kindness. What waits in the dark will ask her to understand it completely, and then decide. For readers of The Keeper of Lost Things and The Buried Giant, this is adult literary fantasy where grief is met with witness. Some voices can only be answered by a woman who knows the difference between understanding despair and agreeing with it. Open the door. The eleventh chronicle of Trevelyn Cottage begins tonight.