Even in Death

Where do we stand when the abyss looks back at us?

Where do we live when life hides things from us?

How do we respond when the shadow speaks to us?

Death, death brought me back to my childhood home, my parents’ estate deep into the English countryside… and I’m now the owner of it all.

But this house comes with a secret, one that I am part of and one that I am unknowingly keeping. Yet this secret has a voice, a voice that comes from a shadow, a shadow that crawls over your skin, brushes over your lips, whispers in your ear and brings forth an unnatural depravity.

It knows me more than I know myself… it knows all the things I have forgotten. And when the shadow comes for me… I have no choice but to remember it all.

I want to remember it all.

What do we do when the abyss swallows us?

Content warning

This is a 30k words romantic ghost story with an alternative HEA. It contains horror elements and dark themes that may be triggering to some. Check the Author’s Note section at the beginning of the book for the list. Reader discretion is advised.