Few things in Stonefort are what they seem. This includes death. Someone is dumping mutilated bodies in the small Maine fishing village, victims of ritual murder, in places that even the town’s secretive natives find hard to enter. And ghosts walk the streets – Kate Rowley’s dead daughter, body never found, Morgan sons “lost at sea” with memorials lichen-crusted by decades in the private graveyard around Morgan’s Castle. The Land of the Dead touches the land of the living, and ancient curses call for blood.
Stones talk, to those willing and skilled enough to listen . . .