Chapters (45)
- Cover
- Praise for Lisa Hall
- About the Author
- Also by Lisa Hall
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Prologue
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- About the Publisher
I know what this is. Suddenly, it all seems so clear. The dream, the way it feels like a memory as though I have lived it before. It’s not a dream, it’s not a memory. It’s an echo. Agnes lost her child, and she took revenge, and she’s carried on doing that for four hundred years. I think of Lillian Sparks being hauled away, one child dead, the other kept from her forever, all because of Agnes and her inability to leave, her insistence on repeating the past over and over.
How long do I have? I look at the clock on the kitchen wall, my head seeming to move as if in slow motion. Everything feels heavy, blurry, as if underwater. Rav won’t let me go. If I stay here, Agnes will always be there, watching, waiting, ready to take her moment to take them from me forever, just like she did to Lillian Sparks’s children. Lillian’s baby died, and Elsie never saw her mother again. There is only one solution.