Nothing is as it seems . . .
France, 1928. It is ten years since the Great War ended, but Freddie Watson is still haunted by the loss of his beloved brother. Driving through the foothills of the Pyrenees, his car spins off the road in a snowstorm. He takes refuge in an isolated village and there meets the captivating Fabrissa. They spend the night talking of love and loss and war.
By daybreak, Fabrissa has vanished and Freddie has discovered that he alone holds the key to an ancient mystery, one which leads him deep into the mountains and to a cave that conceals a shocking secret . . .
'A wonderfully haunting winter's tale. Stop the clock and read it in one sitting' She
'A great read . . . Mosse writes movingly about loss and atmospherically about France' Daily Mail
'Beautiful and haunting, this is a great story of love, loss and courage' Woman
WITH READING GROUP NOTES AND AN EXCLUSIVE SHORT STORY
France, 1928. It is ten years since the Great War ended, but Freddie Watson is still haunted by the loss of his beloved brother. Driving through the foothills of the Pyrenees, his car spins off the road in a snowstorm. He takes refuge in an isolated village and there meets the captivating Fabrissa. They spend the night talking of love and loss and war.
By daybreak, Fabrissa has vanished and Freddie has discovered that he alone holds the key to an ancient mystery, one which leads him deep into the mountains and to a cave that conceals a shocking secret . . .
'A wonderfully haunting winter's tale. Stop the clock and read it in one sitting' She
'A great read . . . Mosse writes movingly about loss and atmospherically about France' Daily Mail
'Beautiful and haunting, this is a great story of love, loss and courage' Woman
WITH READING GROUP NOTES AND AN EXCLUSIVE SHORT STORY
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