White Crow

Supposing you wanted to prove something, something important. Supposing you wanted to prove, for argument's sake, that there is life after death.



"1798, 10mo, 6d. I believe he intends to practise some unholy rite, a summoning, a conjuration. A thing of magic."



Two lives, two centuries apart. But they walked the same paths, lived in the same house, and became obsessed by the same question.



When city girl Rebecca steps into the quiet streets of Winterfold that relentlessly hot summer, her uneasy friendship with strange, elfin Ferelith sets in motion a shocking train of events.