The Dungeon House (Lake District Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
In the depths of winter, when the fields were silent, and the fells shrouded in snow, you felt you were in a world of your own. Especially at Tarn Cottage, with its mysterious garden snaking below the shadowy bulk of the Sacrifice Stone. Daniel’s home stood close to the coffin trail, where centuries ago the dead were carried over the tops on packhorses for Christian burial in consecrated ground. Not another house was in sight, and when darkness came, Tarn Fold seemed to Hannah as remote and mysterious as anywhere in England.Springtime was different. Light flashed through the trees, and danced on the clear water and uneven rocks, making the ancient landscape seem fresh and young. She parked at the end of the rutted track, and walked toward the cottage, breathing in the lemon scent of the magnolia blooms, and spotting two white butterflies with orange-tipped wings fluttering around the camellias beneath the shade of a rowan tree. Daniel appeared from around the side of the house, barefoot, and wearing dark glasses and shorts.
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