Silvermoor Hall has stood on the Yorkshire moors for two centuries. Its rooms are cold and beautiful. Its gardens grow things no one planted.
When Mira Wren arrives as its new mistress, she expects silence and distance — the quiet life of a widow who has already used up her grief. What she finds instead is a house that knows her name. And the voice of a woman who died two hundred years ago, still waiting to be heard.
Four novels. Four women across four centuries. One unbroken line.